"Who says you can only burn incense for the dead? You're so ignorant."
"Where I come from, we only burn incense after someone dies. Don't go burning incense for me; I want to live a few more years."
Sienna Johnson glanced at him and said meaningfully, "Don't worry, Sixth Master, you will surely live a long life..."
"You can tell fortunes?" Adrian Desmond asked.
"I can't, but I know that good people don't live long, while villains plague the world for a thousand years!"
Adrian Desmond gritted his teeth. "You've got some nerve, Sienna Johnson, talking in circles just to scold me! Just you wait, I'll deal with you."
Sienna Johnson tried to run, but she was wearing high heels that day. Adrian Desmond wrapped one arm around her waist and playfully slapped her bottom with the other. The slaps sounded loud, but they didn't hurt at all.
"Still dare to talk back?"
"Husband, I won't dare anymore."
