( How many times will Zhou Zishu move him to tears now that he's here? Wen Kexing doesn't know, but he blinks furiously, half scowling because he doesn't know what else to do. )

Ha, shishu.

( What a terrible yearning thing he has become. ) That silly boy, what are we going to do with him?

( And then, a pause, thoughtful, wet eyes narrowing. ) You don't make me call you shixiong, do you? Ah-Xu, you better not, it's hardly romantic.