She is a princess after all; she's quite picky.

Shen Jiao took the eyebrow pencil, added the frizzy hamster's tail, and redrawn the faded areas. "Alright, Your Majesty, this will last a long time."

Ji Yan glanced at her and was satisfied. The fierce aura around him faded away, and he took her hand and lay down on the chaise longue.

Shen Jiao: So? You're putting on this murderous face just because of a tail?

She suddenly remembered that the neighbor's child cried his eyes out because Ultraman had a broken leg, and suddenly felt that it was understandable for the tyrant to be angry.

However, the other boys' light is Ultraman.

The tyrant's light is... a frizzy hamster?

Shen Jiao frowned, realizing that something was amiss.

This small couch is enough for a young woman to lie on, and it can also accommodate a strong, adult man, but it would be quite difficult and crowded to accommodate two people at once.

Just imagine two people crammed into a single bed in a dorm room, and you can understand that suffocating feeling.

Ji Yan, displaying the domineering nature of an emperor, occupied most of the country and lay there very comfortably.

But Shen Jiao couldn't do that.

She lay inside, pressed against the wall, like a newborn gecko.

One moment she complained that her breasts, which were still developing, were crowding in front of her; the next she complained that they were pressing on her hair; and then she complained that she couldn't breathe properly and was about to suffocate.

In short, something felt wrong here, something felt wrong there, and I kept twisting and turning, feeling uncomfortable all over.

She wanted to kick the tyrant, but she was too cowardly to do it.