They did this repeatedly, dawdling and procrastinating, more than a dozen times, never tiring of it.
Shen Jiao strongly suspected that this person didn't have obsessive-compulsive disorder at all, but rather that the act of tying the butterfly had suddenly triggered his girlish, pink-bubble-like heart.
Ji Yan didn't care at all: "Then gouge out their eyes, that way no one will notice you."
Perhaps finding the idea excellent, he even curled the corners of his lips into a smile.
"???"
Shen Jiao said, "If you love someone, do you have to make her the target of everyone's criticism?"
Ji Yan narrowed her eyes: "No, but you must at least keep up with my pace."
Shen Jiao asked, "Why?"
Ji Yan said, "Your reputation will prevent you from being bullied. So, you lazy little kid, you need to get serious quickly."
Shen Jiao thought to herself, with the tyrant as her powerful backer, who would dare to bully her?
But what she said made perfect sense, and she couldn't refute it.
Even so, the tyrant reluctantly ended the childish game of tying a bow.
His handsome brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed, and he reluctantly loosened the ties on his cloak, pulling Shen Jiao's cloak as he boarded the carriage.
Why didn't Your Majesty hold my hand today?
Ji Yan slumped into the cushion, resting her head on one hand, and smiled: "It's windy and cold today."
He spoke subtly, but Shen Jiao still understood what he meant.
He has a low body temperature, and she is sensitive to the cold, so holding her hand would inevitably make her feel cold.
Shen Jiao shook her head: "I'm not afraid."
Ji Yan's smile deepened: "Aren't you afraid?"
Shen Jiao didn't hesitate for a moment: "I'm not afraid."
“Okay.” Ji Yan sat up, leaning slightly closer to her, and reached into the nape of her neck with his pale and cold hands.
In an instant, it felt like a cool water snake crawling along my spine.
He asked slyly, "Is it cold?"
Shen Jiao was suddenly chilled and shrank her neck: "You're cheating!"
Ji Yan laughed heartily: "Then I will take it back."
"Need not."
"What?"
Shen Jiao raised her hand to press down the restless paw with her clothes, and after a moment, she turned her head and said, "I'm super generous, you can borrow it to warm up."
The hamster, who hates school and has a puffed-up fur, said in a haughty little tone: "Oh my, I'm super generous~"
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