After making that move, Melina seemed to have exhausted all her action points. She instantly fell into an almost frozen state, sitting completely still.
After she maintained that pose without changing for a full ten minutes, Qianyi's interest was thoroughly piqued.
So he casually began shaking his leg, making her bob slightly along with the rhythm. Then he reached out to toy with her hanging hair, his fingertips brushing over her faintly warm cheek. He collected dew from the flowers and let it drip in from her neck...
Melina still showed no reaction whatsoever.
It could only be said that there was a reason Melina was called Little Wooden Head. She had been the one to rub up against him first, yet she was also the first to end the conversation. If you did not deliberately speak to her or do something that caught her interest, she would simply sit there quietly, stiff as a block of wood. No matter how you fiddled with or teased her, she would not make a sound.
Perhaps only matters involving fire could draw a strong response from this Little Wooden Head.
After trying all sorts of things to no avail, although Qianyi's interest had been stirred by Melina, he did not really have much desire to compete with her.
Ordinary methods could not move Melina. If he wanted to win a smile from her, Qianyi would probably have to recreate King You of Zhou's grand spectacle of lighting the beacon fires to amuse Bao Si.
Except this time, the beacon fires would be Frenzied Flame, and the feudal lords would be Melina herself.
But that would be taking the low road. What he wanted was Melina's sincere smile, not for Little Wooden Head to wear a look of disgust before repeatedly stabbing him