Today is the day.
The day that Qing's ass will lose in a game they all call: Badminton.
Me: (flexing my muscles) I am so pumped up. Like so pumped up I can pump the gas on all the cars on the highway today.
Qing: (sighing while looking at me) Oh my goodness.
Me: (smirking and pointing at Qing) You are going down. You are so going down. Like so down, it will be ground floor.
Qing: Uhuh...
Me: (hopping on one foot) I will beat your ass in badminton so bad. Like it's so bad I will be like neighborhood gangster kicking a puppy. Do you know what I call people who kick puppies?
Qing: (not so sure) Bad people?
Me: (crincking my neck sideways) Exactly! That's how bad I will kick your ass in badminton. That level of badness. (Doing a high kick) Woah!
Qing: (getting out of the way) Woah?
Me: I am hype.
Qing: No. I think you are on drugs. Oh my...how will I explain this to your parents?
Me: (puzzled) What will you explain to my parents?
Qing: That you...never mind. (Sighing) Do you really think you can beat me in badminton?
Me: Of course! (Squinting my eyes) Why? Do you doubt it? Are you doubting my skill? (Walking close to Qing and bumping his chest with mine) Do you like to die?
Qing: (amazed) What is happening to you?!
Me: (raising my arms in the air) I am pumped to win in badminton, baby!
Qing: (since he knew me) What is really going on?
Me: (energy deflating) I haven't slept well in two days watching badminton matches online. I have dark circles in my eyes. I have eyebags, Wang Qing!
Qing: Jesus...
Qing leaned closer to me. I am pouting at him. Qing took my face and tilt it up.
Qing: I don't see the dark circles. Concealer?
Me: (nodding) I think I bought good concealers this time.
Qing: Yeah, I can see. I think I need the name of this brand of concealer you are using. It does the job.
Me: (chuckling) We are so macho. Talking about make up.
Qing: (smiling) You are not well rested?
Me: I think so.
Qing: Shall we cancel this?
Me: No! No! I watch videos, Wang Qing! For hours! I am an expert badminton player now.
Qing: (frowning) I don't think watching endless badminton matches online can miraculously make you an expert player, my love.
Me: It doesn't matter. I am ready to beat you in badminton.
Qing: (smirking at me) Do you like to put money where you mouth is?
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Secret Love Nest
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