Xiao Fang cursed silently in his heart, thinking that he was going to fall and get a black eye. But just as he was about to fall to the ground, Qingyun pulled him up again. Because the pull was so strong, he lurched backward and fell on top of Qingyun.

...

Time passed second by second, and Xiao Fang leaned against Qing Yun, his face growing increasingly grim.

"I don't care about being called 'boss' or 'second-in-command.' You can be whatever you want." Qingyun smiled slightly, straightened Xiao Fang's body, and walked away.

Xiao Fang stood there stunned for a long time, only snapping back to reality when a gust of wind blew past him. What the hell was going on? Had he just been harassed by that bastard Qingyun?! What did he mean by saying he could be the boss if he wanted? That was an insult! He wanted to be the boss through his own strength, not because Qingyun wanted to give up his position!

"Hoo hoo~" Mao Mao ran to Xiao Fang's feet at some point and rubbed his trouser leg with his fluffy head.

Xiao Fang plopped down on the ground, grabbed Mao Mao's two ears, stared at it, and said in a very serious and earnest tone, "Mao Mao, tell me, was Qing Yun flirting with me just now?"

Mao Mao: I saw nothing and know nothing. But are you sleepwalking? I think it's more likely you were flirting with Qingyun.

Unable to get a reply from Mao Mao, Xiao Fang continued, "Right? You think so too, right? It seems Qingyun really does have a problem!"

Mao Mao: When did I say that? When did I think that way?

"You know, he's a grown man, but he looks like a girl. Maybe he's a female spy disguised as a man, infiltrating our company. Do you think I should tell the boss about him and have him kicked out? That way, I'll be the undisputed boss of the Men in Black!"

Mao Mao: Yeah, whatever makes you happy.

Perhaps it was because the weather was getting drier, but Qingyun felt uncomfortable all over. His throat was dry, and his face felt hot. He touched his forehead, which felt a little hot, and then touched Mao Mao's forehead, but Mao Mao's forehead was covered in hair, so he couldn't tell the difference.

Xiao Fang felt increasingly strange about himself tonight, especially after Qingyun tugged at him. He wondered if he was sick or had a fever, as his head was spinning. He used to be somewhat wary of Mao Mao, but tonight, for some reason, he wasn't afraid of it at all. He even wanted to confide in it, but didn't know what to say.

"Mao Mao, you mean Qing Yun... ugh, never mind him, he's such a sissy, the most boring guy ever. I hate effeminate men! But, although he's not as handsome or dashing as me, his kung fu is pretty good. If I hadn't gone easy on him just now, he probably would have been about my equal, don't you think?" Xiao Fang shamelessly grabbed Mao Mao's ear and said to herself.

Mao Mao silently rolled her eyes at him in her mind, while several black lines popped up on her forehead: How could you say such a thing? You are shameless to the extreme. Even I am ashamed of myself.

As the night deepened, Mao Mao lay down on the spot, too sleepy to keep its eyelids open. It missed its warm, spacious bed and wanted to go back to sleep, but the crazed Xiao Fang wouldn't let it go, tugging at its paws and babbling on and on about something incomprehensible. That was the first time Mao Mao realized that Xiao Fang was so long-winded, even more so than an old lady.