The jungle was too dense, and the night was deep. Ji Yan didn't know where the path was. With each step Ji Yan took, there was a crunching sound as dry branches were crushed into pieces, adding a bit of noise to the quiet night.

As autumn drew to a close, the mountain breeze grew even cooler, and Ji Yan could clearly feel the ruffled hamster in her arms shivering.

Knowing that she was afraid of the cold, he tightened his grip, making Shen Jiao lean even closer.

Shen Jiao, unable to hold back her tears, was speechless.

She really wanted to say, "Your Majesty, your embrace is actually cooler than this breeze."

If the weather is around 20 degrees Celsius, then Tyrant's temperature is around 15 or 16 degrees Celsius. Although it is cool, Shen Jiao feels very at ease.

Ji Yan also found it strange. He had openly covered the frizzy hamster with his sleeve as a blanket, so why was it still trembling?

He thought about it carefully for a moment, then said, "With me here, what are you afraid of?"

Shen Jiao, who didn't seem to be trembling with fear, spoke up naturally: "You jumped down."

That cliff was so high, probably higher than a bungee jumper in the modern world, yet he was like a fallen goose with a broken wing, falling freely.

There was no parachute, no safety rope or anything; just thinking about it makes me shudder.

Ji Yan: "Hmm, it's all thanks to your loud voice and quick scolding, otherwise I would have fallen to the bottom."

Shen Jiao: "..."

The tone of his voice even seemed to be praising her? For a moment, I didn't know whether I should be happy or not.

In reality, she cursed Ji Yan's ancestors for eighteen generations in just one second.

Shen Jiao glanced at the tyrant, but could only see his exquisite chin: "I didn't mean to insult your Majesty..."

Ji Yan: "Call me by my name."

"Why?" Shen Jiao usually only called him by his full name when she was emotionally agitated.

There's no other reason, I just feel a sense of pressure, like a mother calling out her child's name after the child has caused trouble.

Ji Yan's voice was indifferent: "It sounds nice. I have hated this name for more than 20 years, but the moment you cursed me, it sounded particularly nice."

Before he ascended the throne, few people called him by his name. He was officially called the Seventh Prince, but secretly people preferred to describe him as a little beast.

But that woman would call him Ji Yan, shouting at him loudly and hysterically in the sharpest, most frantic voice, and then cursing him to die.

As Ji Yan thought of these things, the corners of her mouth curved into a smile, and her deep eyes turned into a vast ocean.

But his chubby, white hamsters were different. When they called him crazy and sick, he heard endless panic and worry, which was quite amusing.

Ji Yanmei suddenly remembered something, her brows furrowed tightly, and she first pinched Shen Jiao's waist, then pinched her buttocks.

Shen Jiao: "..."

Following this order, could this bastard be going to touch...?

Sure enough, Ji Yan said with a serious expression, "You've lost weight, especially here."

Shen Jiao: "..."

How can you not lose weight if you don't eat meat all day long?

Even the sunflower seeds she managed to swindle and cheat were not plump; it was already a miracle she hadn't starved to death.

Ji Yan pinched it again, "It's softer when there's more flesh."

Shen Jiao: "!!!"

You bastard! I'm so scared that I'm like a trembling quail trying to find a way out so as not to become a stumbling block to your success, and you actually complain that my breasts are small?

You're not thinking about me at all, you're thinking about my two ounces of flesh... no, at least four ounces of flesh!

Her emotions inexplicably calmed down, and Shen Jiao wiped her snot and tears haphazardly with Ji Yan's sleeve.

Stop crying, you jerk, you're not worth it.

Ji Yan watched her actions and said with a teasing laugh, "You're the one who made this mess."

Shen Jiao: "..."

It's just a few feet of rags. Can't she just not use it as a cover?

Shen Jiao lifted the wide sleeves draped over her body.

"Are you angry?" Ji Yan asked.

Shen Jiao buried her head in her chest, refusing to look at him, her voice muffled: "No."

Ji Yan: "If you're so angry, get down and walk by yourself."

Shen Jiao began to feign deafness.

Her whole body ached and felt numb, especially her calves, which hurt even when she walked. Moreover, she had thought that "the crows had been washed downstream to bathe," so she had run as fast as she could.

My mind couldn't keep up with my steps just now, but now that I've recovered, the pain is throbbing.

Shen Jiao ignored the princess, who was a complete straight man.

She's a dead fish now, just ignore her and let her dry into ashes and vanish.

After walking for a while, Ji Yan found a cave and put her down, then stroked the back of her neck like she was teasing a cat.

"Raise your head and let me see you."

What can you see in such darkness?

Do you think you can have night vision just because you're an all-powerful tyrant?

Shen Jiao continued to bury her head in her knees, trying her best to create the impression that she was angry and needed to be coaxed.

Unexpectedly, I had scraped my knee without realizing it. It hurt terribly, but it would be embarrassing to lift my head at this moment!

So, Shen Jiao slightly raised her head, about one centimeter away from her knee.

Her knees weren't hurting too much anymore, but her neck was really sore!

It's so hard to suddenly become a strong-willed woman!

Shen Jiao asked sullenly, "What's so interesting about it?"

Could it be that they want to see her white teeth and how she'll act out clenching her teeth?

ill.

After being away for a while, the frizzy hamster's temper grew increasingly worse. Ji Yan found it amusing and lifted her head up with both hands, her tone brooking no resistance.

"Show me, or I'll throw you into the wolf pack for a midnight snack."

Shen Jiao: "Don't try to fool me, all the wolves are dead, I saw it."

Ji Yan said fiercely, "I'll find another group."

Shen Jiao mimicked his fierce tone: "Two tigers cannot share one mountain, nor can two packs of wolves. I'm not afraid!"

Ji Yan remained silent for a moment.

Just as Shen Jiao thought he was about to say something even more offensive, his tone suddenly turned low: "Look up."

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