Wei Lingyun wanted to set something on fire.
The urge had been growing steadily for the last fifteen minutes, and by now it was becoming almost too difficult to ignore.
Unfortunately for him... fortunately for everyone else, there was nothing in the living room he could burn without making the situation worse.
The couch belonged to Rouxi, the walls belonged to Rouxi, the entire house belonged to Rouxi, hell, even the idiot currently preparing to rebreak Rouxi's leg technically belonged to Rouxi in some weird, roundabout manner that still sometimes confused him.
Which meant that everything on this side of the front door was completely untouchable.
Knowing that, and knowing that he needed to light something on fire just the same, he was left with no other choice but to stand against the wall with his arms crossed while his temper slowly got worse.
The entire situation was bullshit.
