Ахаха.
Чудесная серия фиков.
Something soft but firm suddenly hits his shoulder.
Yu Liang 4 duan, son of Yu Xiao Yang 9 duan, former holder of multiple titles and potentially the best weiqi player in the present world is still holding one of the throw pillows - he vaguely remembers Yu Liang's mother dropping them off at some point, mumbling something vague about boys and interior design - he just used to whack him with in his hand.
"What. Is. Wrong. With. You."
Every word accentuates by another hit. For a moment Shi Guang is so stunned that he's just sitting there, letting himself be pelted with a pillow. Then he does the natural thing and reaches behind him, to also grab one and hits back. (с)