"Let's compare hand sizes."
"Yellow Dog, your hand is so large."
"You're much paler than me."
"We're both Third-Turn Messengers, why does it feel like my hand is so much softer than yours?"
"Your hair smells really nice."
"Your eyes are quite nice too."
"Can I sit next to you?"
"Get away from me!" Yan Qing couldn't help but kick out, Murong Hui elegantly dodged, laughing as she jumped out of his reach.
At first, Yan Qing truly thought Murong Hui was concerned about him, circling him and playfully nudging him. The accidental brushes made Yan Qing feel both pain and joy, until he caught the teasing glint in her eyes. He then realized that this cheeky little cat was doing it on purpose, and his anger flared up.
"I haven't even said anything about you yet. I treated you as a brother, and you dare have such impure thoughts about me." Murong Hui sighed helplessly, then suddenly leaned over and blew into his ear: "If you kneel down and beg me, I might just satisfy you."
