But his body was so cold, like a ghost clinging to her back, making her hair stand on end. Shen Jiao was stiff all over and dared not move. But she was so cold that no matter how she tried to numb her brain, she was still shivering. She thought that sleeping next to Ji Yan in the middle of summer would be the most comfortable thing.

Thinking about it this way, a tyrant with an "air conditioning complex" doesn't seem so scary after all.

She's probably insane.

Ji Yan closed his eyes slightly, and in the moonlight shining through the latticed window, Shen Jiao noticed that his eyelashes were very long and curled, his nose was very straight, and his skin was very white but also delicate. She really wanted to touch it and see how it felt.

The tyrant showed no sign of opening his eyes. As Shen Jiao reached out, he said leisurely, "Staying up late won't make you grow taller, and it will make you stupid. You're already stupid enough, so why do you have trouble sleeping like an old man at such a young age?"

She has no problem sleeping! Doesn't she know why she can't sleep? She can spout nonsense, turning black into white, shameless! Shen Jiao was inwardly screaming, but outwardly she obediently said, "I'll go to sleep now."

Ji Yan pried open her eyelids, "Since you can't sleep, then I'll take pity on you and have a chat."

Shen Jiao wondered if he was not only mentally ill, but also hard of hearing. She solemnly replied, "I can fall asleep."

Ji Yan: "I don't believe it."

It's not shameful to bow down to evil forces. Shen Jiao rubbed her sleepy eyes a few times and perked up. "Alright, what does Your Majesty want to talk about?"

"Never mind, I don't want to talk about it anymore. Go to sleep." Ji Yan patted Shen Jiao's head.

She discovered that the tyrant especially liked this action, but she didn't feel her heart race at all. Instead, she was terrified, afraid that one day the tyrant would lose control and smash her head open.

Shen Jiao cursed Ji Yan in her heart several times over, and said calmly, "Okay, Your Majesty, good night."

Sleepiness washed over her again, but after a while, Shen Jiao's eyelids were pried open by cold fingers. "I want to talk again."

Even a pushover shouldn't be bullied like this! Shen Jiao's fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly, her teeth clenched, "Your Majesty, please speak."

He better be busy.

"Hey, you look like a hamster with its fur standing on end right now." Ji Yan suddenly became interested and poked Shen Jiao's puffed-up face with his index finger. She was holding back her morning grumpiness, and when he poked her, it made a soft "pop" sound.

Shen Jiao: "..." I felt ashamed and couldn't help but cooperate for a moment.

"Quickly, make another sound." Ji Yan laughed loudly, as if he had discovered a new continent. He stopped chatting and poked her face all night. At first, Shen Jiao could play along with him, but later she was so sleepy that she couldn't keep her eyes open and lost consciousness.

When Shen Jiao woke up again, the sun was high in the sky. She found that she could still breathe. Thank God, she was still alive. She almost cried with excitement. She was so moved, so incredibly moved. What could be more moving than sleeping with a tyrant and still being alive?

Thankfully, the tyrant didn't have a fit of rage in the middle of the night and throw her into the wilderness to be eaten by wolves.

However, she didn't sleep well last night because she stayed up so late, but she can overcome this small difficulty of saving her life.

But she's fine, so why doesn't she take another nap?

Without hesitation, Shen Jiao, sporting dark circles under her eyes, collapsed back onto the bed. Suddenly, a familiar yet slightly astringent sandalwood scent filled her nostrils. She was abruptly lifted out of bed by a pair of large, well-defined hands, as if being held like a three-year-old child—a rather humiliating experience.

However, face can't put food on the table, and with a tyrant in front of her, she can't really care.

"Hurry up and change your clothes, I'll take you to see the world." Dressed in a sharp silver armor, Ji Yan enthusiastically carried Shen Jiao to the chaise longue. He was tall and elegant, and his attire was no different from that of the majestic and awe-inspiring generals in the Nine Heavens.

Perhaps, it will be even better.

Wang Fu was a competent steward of the household affairs. On the day Shen Jiao moved in, he sent over a lot of fancy clothes. Ji Yan picked and chose them, throwing them around in a mess. Before long, they piled up into a colorful little mountain.

Shen Jiao heard him muttering "So ugly, so ugly" over and over again, picking and choosing among the colorful little mounds, much like an auntie picking cabbages at the market.

Is this considered ugly? Shen Jiao once again felt the stark contrast between the rich and the poor. She really wanted to poke his forehead and teach him how to write the words "extravagant and dissolute," but then she thought she could tolerate it. If she were that rich, she would also spend money like water every day.

About two incense sticks later, Ji Yan finally took a liking to a long, wide-sleeved dress that was bright red, surpassing even the color of maple leaves.

Actually, she saw the tyrant pick up the dress and put it down three times, probably because some design didn't suit his taste. Sure enough, just as Shen Jiao thought this, there were a few "rip" sounds, and the tyrant manually changed the design.

Ji Yan asked, "How is it?"

Shen Jiao: "I must say, it's quite trendy. Even the Weaver Girl would cry if she saw it. But, Your Majesty, isn't this a bit too thin?"

Wearing such clothes out and about will inevitably lead to rheumatism in her legs. She currently has no intention of sitting in a wheelchair watching her old man and other old ladies dance in the square.

Ji Yan said in a domineering way, "It's okay, I'll hold you."

Shen Jiao: "...There's no need for that, is there?" The cold intensified, making it even harder for her to bear.

Ji Yan frowned, seemingly thinking she was ungrateful, and asked fiercely, "Aren't you cold again?"

"Trendy people aren't afraid of the cold."

Ji Yan: "..."

Shen Jiao had been sleeping in her undergarments for the past few days, not knowing when Ji Yan would return. Now that he was dressing her, he wasn't embarrassed. But would it shorten her lifespan if the Emperor himself did this?

The tyrant personally helped her change her clothes; that's something to brag about for a year, okay?

Women's clothing is usually much more elaborate than men's. Shen Jiao thought she would wear the wrong clothes, but to her surprise, Ji Yan did it faster than she did herself and was so skilled.

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