"I think that looks better." Chan Lee murmured to herself, eyeing the Moon Bunny now clad in a white shirt and blue shorts. She had sat in her bed while Han Jing had helped the man change to his clothes.
Now the Moon Bunny sat down crossed legged on the floor, pulling at his shirt. "It feels comfortable... and smells like flowers?" He added thoughtfully.
"Thank my mother for that." Han Jing shrugged, leaning against the wall. "Lavender-scented detergent."
"You could have better clothes though, Jing." She tossed a look at her neighbor. "Though, I'm probably expecting too much from you."
"I already lent you my clothes, what more do you want?" Han Jing grumbled.
"Yeah, my bad." She sheepishly smiled, nodding at him. "I owe you a lot. Thank you."
"Not a problem," the man waved her off. "He's pretty skinny though."
"Am I?" The Moon Bunny raised his arms, "I never noticed since I wore robes all the time. Huh, I assumed that pounding pills for Chang'e would develop my muscles?"
She rolled her eyes, "Don't worry about that, Jing here is just fat."
"Hey! To let you know, I'm pretty healthy."
She raised a brow, her lips twitching into a small smirk. "Alright, whatever makes you sleep better at night. Speaking of which, it's nearly midnight... you should probably head back if you don't want your mother to worry about you."
"I'm twenty-four years old, she'd be more than happy to kick me out." Han Jing snorted, rubbing his nose. "...I told her I'd be sleeping over at a friend's place."
Chan Lee blinked, tilting her head. "You have friends?"
"What's with that expression on your face? I have friends, probably more than you have."
Her face grew hot, "Well, good for you then. I'm just more content by being with myself."
"Really, Miss Chan Lee? When I look at the two of you—you seem to be good friends." Moon Bunny spoke up.
"He's just my neighbor." Chan Lee answered, waving at Han Jing dismissively.
"I think it's because I'm the only one she talks with a lot so it seems that way." Han Jing offered.
"I have friends too!" She countered.
"Like, who?"
"There's this girl in my class, Mei and others too...we worked on this project together for an entire semester. And let me tell you, visiting the wet market to study fish sustainability is a bonding moment." She probably should have kept in touch, now that she thought of it.
"You'd be hanging out with them if that was the case—just admit it, you're kinda like me."
"I'm a student, you're not." She frowned.
"I'm a graduate already."
She rolled her eyes. "Who lives with their parents."
Han Jing shrugged at her lousy comeback. "It's more practical you know?"
"If you were working—but I don't want to argue with you," She muttered. "You can head over to your friend's place now."
"Oh, that was a lie..." Han Jing averted his gaze.
"I knew it!"
"I'm staying here."
"What?!" Chan Lee gawked at him, "You're joking aren't you? That's insane."
