"I am a rat."
"A very small rat."
"I am in my animal form."
"A very small animal form."
"Feng Yiren, I swear when I become human again, I will throw you into the river."
Feng Yiren's smile softened for one second at the word river, but he quickly hid it under another teasing look. Even while he mocked her, his thumb had quietly shifted to block the night breeze from hitting her tiny body too much.
He was afraid she might be cold. He was also afraid she might truly have seen something in the bushes. He just did not say it because saying serious things plainly was too hard for him.
Just then, footsteps came from the side path.
Mu Qingyi stepped out from the direction of the room, and the moment he saw Feng Yiren standing under the tree with several fruits on the ground and a tiny white rat in his hand, he stopped completely.
His brown eyes widened.
His deer ears lifted.
