The little bird beat its wings frantically, trying over and over, but it couldn't escape the young man's grasp.
Finally, it simply closed its eyes and lay in Yin Zhi's palm, resigned to its fate.
'I can't fight him, and I can't flee. I guess this is my fate.'
"You guys go on and play."
Another round of the game ended, and Wen Qian stretched languidly.
"I want to play with you." The Little Fox lounged in her arms, refusing to get up like a spoiled child.
Yin Zhi watched from the side with envy, roughly ruffling Li Jiu's head again.
Li Jiu grew dizzy from the pressure and thought groggily, 'Is this what it feels like to have a mountain fall on you?'
"I'll play with you in a bit." Wen Qian ruffled the Little Fox's head. When he still wouldn't get up, she gave the tip of his tail a sly pinch.
His body suddenly trembled. The next second, the Little Fox was clutching his tail as he rolled off Wen Qian, flopping weakly onto the sofa.
