Shen Jiao's movements were too exaggerated, and the word "displeasure" was practically written all over his forehead.
From Ji Yan's perspective, it's like a fluffy, frizzy hamster that's feeling very uncomfortable lying down, but doesn't dare to say anything, so it can only roll around pitifully to show its dissatisfaction, hoping that the culprit will have some self-awareness.
When the frizzy hamster gets tired from rolling around, it will stop for a few seconds, curl up into a small ball, and continue to look pitiful.
The tyrant found it amusing and deliberately ignored it, watching with great interest as Shen Jiao rolled around. Sometimes she would get stuck, and he would even kindly help her turn over.
Shen Jiao: "..." Thank you so much.
To be honest, she was really tired.
In this cramped space, even the slightest movement feels like kneading dough, forcing all the flesh of your body into a deformed shape.
Add to that the volcano that could erupt at any moment beside her, and she was utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally.
Shen Jiao regretted it.
Or perhaps we should put the pressure on Mu Yang instead?
She was genuinely afraid that the money she had swindled wasn't meant for entertainment, but rather to buy her a coffin and hold a funeral.
"Your Majesty, aren't you hot?" Shen Jiao forced a fake smile.
On such a hot day, people would love to stay in an icebox all day to cool off.
This person, however, is unwavering in their opposition to the world, insisting on displaying their inherent rebelliousness, and determined to huddle together with her like pomegranate seeds for warmth.
She strongly suspected that Ji Yan did not abstain from meat; he simply wanted to eat human flesh that was cooked to nine-tenths done under natural conditions.
Is it not okay to squeeze in during winter?
Sigh, it seems that it really won't work. Shen Jiao suddenly remembered something very important. The tyrant's body temperature is so low. If they were to share a bed in winter, wouldn't she freeze into an icicle?
It seems she needs to sleep in separate beds in winter, otherwise she might develop rheumatism at such a young age.
Ji Yan saw through Shen Jiao's fake smile and realized she didn't want to lie down.
She always said one thing but meant another, so I teased her on purpose, "It's not hot."
Upon hearing this, Shen Jiao gave up on herself and simply collapsed into the crevice, trying to survive in the narrow space.
Okay, to be honest, it wasn't hot at all. The coolness emanating from the tyrant could be felt through her clothes, like a small air conditioner.
The only downside is that the clothes are too thick. If you wore two fewer layers, it would be even more comfortable to hold...
No, no, I'm going to die! Shen Jiao realized her thoughts had gone astray and was horrified. Had her body recently gone through puberty?
How come you keep associating with colors and waste materials that are inappropriate for children!
How could she have such filthy thoughts about Ji Sansui, who is sexually frigid?
How could she have such a crude idea about Princess Ji, who was scared away by a lewd joke?
That's utterly outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!
I really want to slap myself. She's not even human.
Shen Jiao was earnestly and seriously repenting, and her every move was observed by Ji Yan.
When the frizzy hamster gets tired of rolling around, she just gives up. She has always had a great attitude and never makes things difficult for herself. She can persevere when she encounters difficulties, but if she can't manage it, she just lies down.
Sometimes the tyrant was truly amazed by Shen Jiao's composure when she was by his side. None of the old foxes in the royal city were as calm and collected as she was, which he found unbelievable.
Only when she was by her side would Ji Yan occasionally have the illusion that she was a normal person.
But he often didn't believe it, so he always liked to torment Chen Jiao again and again to prove the truth of all this.
"What are you thinking about?" Ji Yan asked.
He noticed the fleeting guilt in the hamster's eyes, then his long eyes narrowed, revealing a deep, unwavering depth.
From this angle, the tyrant can't poke Shen Jiao's cheek; he can only poke her waist.
She is ticklish, and her waist is especially sensitive when she is not prepared.
Shen Jiao couldn't help but burst out laughing. Her mind went blank for a moment, and she blurted out, "I want you to take your clothes off completely."
"Your Majesty, I would like to ask about Young Master Gu..."
At the same time, a chubby figure suddenly appeared at the door, and Li Wanglai's unfinished words were stuck in his throat, unable to come out.
He was like a frozen sculpture, not daring to move, and even his breathing was barely perceptible.
Li Wanglai's legs went weak, he was terrified, and beads of sweat dripped down his face.
Who is he? Where is he?
Isn't this life good enough? Why is he trying to curry favor?
Is this something I can listen to?
Having inadvertently witnessed His Majesty's intimate moment, Li Wanglai felt that his remaining lifespan in the mortal realm had suddenly come to an end.
Waaaaah...
He didn't want to die yet. He was so outstanding that he had just been promoted. He hadn't even found a girlfriend yet, and he hadn't seen His Majesty marry a girl and have children.
Li Wanglai became increasingly distressed. Overwhelmed with fear, his back was soaked with cold sweat. He immediately knelt down, kowtowed, and admitted his mistake.
Just as he was about to speak, a powerful force struck him in the chest, sending him flying. He ended up hanging from the banyan tree in the yard, swaying precariously.
...
Shen Jiao was also stunned.
She froze, speechless with despair. Sooner or later, that mouth of hers would send her to her death.
At that moment, in her humble and helpless heart, it was as if 108 strong men were playing folk songs and dancing wildly while holding up tombstones.
Help!
Who can help her dig a hole and bury her?
Shen Jiao felt that Earth was not suitable for her to live on. How could she? How could she possibly do it? How dare she?
"Your Majesty, this was clearly an accident. Please let me explain..."
Before the explanation was finished, Shen Jiao felt a familiar gust of wind brush against her face.
Then, unsurprisingly, the tyrant was gone again.
"Don't you dare run away, Ji Yan!" Shen Jiao jumped up from the small couch, grabbed the window and shouted, "Come back! Come back here, Your Majesty, believe me, I was just teasing you!"
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