Who's there?
Yuwen Sheng asked without turning his head.
Zheng Quchi was quite amazing. Do all martial artists have super hearing? Even though she hadn't made any noise, he still managed to detect her spying.
She immediately straightened up, as if to say something, such as, "Brother Wei, didn't you say you were lying down?"
But in the end, she only asked a dry, "Are you birdwatching?"
But as soon as she finished speaking, she felt that her choice of words was a bit strange, so she added, "It's very good, then enjoy it slowly."
Seeing that he didn't seem seriously ill, Zheng Quchi was about to close the door for him when Yuwen Sheng stopped him.
"You just came over, said a couple of words, and then turned around and left?"
Yuwen Sheng turned around and stared straight at her, a look that made Zheng Quchi's hair stand on end.
"No, I was just afraid of disturbing you...playing with your birds." She was now caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to stay or leave.
Yuwen Sheng said, "It's called a shrike. I specially hired a bird trainer to train it for delivering messages. It came to deliver the message. Perhaps because it hadn't seen its owner for a long time, even though the message was taken away, it lingered on my wrist and didn't leave for a long time..."
"Really?" she replied curtly.
"You said..." Yuwen Sheng's narrow eyes narrowed slightly as he asked with a hint of doubt, "Compared to it, who has more emotions?"
Zheng Quchi didn't think that much about it. She just said, "It may vary depending on the person and the bird. Some people are full of emotions and they win. Some birds have been raised with feelings and they win. There is no specific object to refer to, so it is not easy to compare."
Yuwen Sheng smiled slightly and said, "Then, between you and it, who do you think has more affection for me?"
This time, he played a straight shot, giving her no chance to beat around the bush.
Zheng Quchi pointed at the shrike, puzzled, and asked, "Why are you comparing me to it? Do you think I'm the same as it?"
Well done, Zheng Quchi.
This statement perfectly encapsulates the wisdom of arguments between men and women: when you can't win, express your feelings and stance.
A rhetorical question left Yuwen Sheng speechless for a moment.
At the same time, he raised his arm and released the shrike.
"So, what are you doing here? Are you here to see if I'm dead yet, or do you want to take advantage of my weakness and anger me to death?"
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