"Alright, I'll leave you two to your bed-rolling." Xigui tucked his neck back into the bottle.
Man Yu couldn't help but laugh, "Li Fei, where did this little monk come from?"
"I happened upon him from an old Taoist."
"He's sharp-tongued and quite quirky," Man Yu commented, "Can he sleep in the bottle at night?"
"No problem, but he has to sleep in the next room."
As Li Fei spoke, he jumped off the bed and picked up the bottle. He didn't want Xigui watching him when he got cozy with Man Yu again.
An unhappy voice came from the bottle: "Brother Li, you're too stingy! Why must you take me to the next room?"
"Because you, sir, are not trustworthy."
"I'm very trustworthy. Besides, a friend's wife shouldn't be bullied. You're my Brother Li, Man Yu is your woman, I, Xigui, know my limits."
"Do all talking turtles have such a way with words?"
"Impossible. In the turtle world, I'm the most charming one."
