[Goodness! Such a temper! Kexing blinks several times before he smiles, defeated. Love is strange. He will never understand it, though he is damn glad it exists.]

I take it back, I take it back. Don't growl at me.

He's lucky.

[In...a lot of ways.]

Not in falling in love with you. Your temper must be miserable to deal with day in and day out.