"I'm going to air out my blankets; I'm not catching butterflies."
Seeing how much Chi Yuan liked to steal his blanket, Shen Yulou simply gave up on the blanket and let Chi Yuan take it away.
She then pulled some of the baby's blanket over to cover his belly button.
Seeing this, Chi Yuan tossed the quilt in his hand, so that Shen Yulou could also be covered up to a large extent.
"No, if you want to catch butterflies, I want to see you catch butterflies."
He tugged at Shen Yulou's sleeve, his eyes filled with an almost frantic stubbornness.
"Why? Do you really like butterflies?"
Shen Yulou turned to the side, propped his head up, lifted his chin, and looked at him intently.
"I don't like butterflies, I like you."
"You are the butterfly."
He grabbed Shen Yulou's wrist, which was almost touching his own, and pulled him a little closer.
"Am I a butterfly? But I don't have wings, and I can't fly."
He brushed his nose against Chi Yuan's Adam's apple, inhaling the unique fragrance emanating from him.
"A good little butterfly doesn't need to fly; just standing still is the most beautiful butterfly in the world."
Shen Meiren never seemed to have mentioned that he really liked offerings of incense.
The wisps of incense smoke on the shrines during festivals, and the rich incense burning in the incense burners in front of the Buddha statues in temples, may smell pungent at first, but after a while, they bring a sense of peace.
It's strange that a fox spirit would like to offer incense. Could it be that he dreams of being worshipped by thousands of people?
As he thought about it, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"why are you laughing?"
Hearing the boy's clear laughter beside him, Chi Yuan's eyes couldn't help but show a hint of curiosity.
"I'm laughing at myself for liking to offer incense; does that mean I dream of being worshipped?"
Shen Yulou covered his mouth and laughed happily.
Is it possible that what you like isn't the fragrance of the offerings, but me?
"ah?"
Chi Yuan had already realized the truth for Shen Yulou.
He held his cardigan under the covers and fanned himself, trying to let Shen Yulou smell the lingering fragrance of the offerings on his body.
It has indeed been marinated thoroughly.
"Okay, whatever you say."
Upon hearing this, Chi Yuan instinctively prepared to explode.
But when she looked down, she saw that although Shen Meiren looked indifferent, her nose was already pressed against Chi Yuan's chest, frantically inhaling his fragrance.
Okay, okay.
I forgave him because of his spoiled and arrogant nature.
Do you want to be worshipped?
"Can you make me worshipped?"
Shen Yulou looked up and stared at him with a smile.
"No, but I can make you my offering."
Chi Yuan played with the silver bracelets that Shen Yulou wore on her wrist, listening to the sounds they made as they clattered together.
"You..."
Shen Yulou poked his forehead, somewhat helplessly.
"Aren't you afraid the gods will blame you?"
“The gods have protected the Miao region for ten thousand years. How dare I compare myself to them and accept your offerings?”
"If the gods find out, they'll be so angry that they'll depose you as their high priest."
While licking and poking Chi Yuan's forehead, Shen Yulou's forehead was also poked by Chi Yuan.
The two of them faced each other in bed and poked each other with their index fingers.
"How can they be the same?"
"The high priest of Miao territory will diligently worship the gods of Miao territory, but Chi Yuan will be happy to worship his beloved."
Offerings to one's beloved?
That's what I said, but something about it sounds a bit strange.
Shen Yulou frowned, pondering what was wrong with that statement, and finally figured it out.
"Isn't it only the dead who receive offerings?"
He gritted his teeth and tried to pull Chi Yuan's ear, but then he got slapped hard on the butt several times.
"Trying to rebel again?"
"Let's rebel! Aren't kings and nobles born with a special destiny?!"
Shen Yulou raised his arms and shouted passionately, frantically gesturing with both hands to try and restrain Chi Yuan's wrists.
My butt got hit hard a few more times from behind.
Now Shen Meiren couldn't care less about Chi Yuan's hands; all she could see was Chi Yuan's buttocks.
"I'll tell you quietly."
Just as the struggle was escalating, Chi Yuan suddenly leaned close to Shen Yulou's ear and whispered something.
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