After tidying up the wooden flower rolls, Li Zhiyuan closed the box and lay down beside the girl.
The carpet was spread out on the floor, very soft.
"Alii, do you think it's meaningless for me to scheme and strategize like this?"
The girl stopped her work; she had actually been preparing ingredients just now.
Then, the girl reached out with her left hand under the boy's neck and lightly patted the boy's head with her right hand.
Li Zhiyuan instinctively reacted, thinking Alii was going to play the same gesture that he and Grandmaster used to, a gesture Li Zhiyuan had tried several times to change but hadn't succeeded because it was the first to catch the girl's eye.
Over the past year, the girl had many times leaned into his chest, hoping that he would pat her head as Grandmaster once did and say those words, even if saying them was a bit embarrassing.
But soon, Li Zhiyuan realized something was wrong; this time, the roles in the action had switched.
