Looking at his cousin, who was covered in dust and sweat yet still grinning, Zhai Huan closed his eyes, at a loss for words. He took a deep breath and silently reminded himself: That's my cousin. My own cousin. My flesh and blood!
Even if he had to teach him a lesson, he could drag him home and shut the door first.
After a round of mental preparation, he had regained his composure.
He bid farewell to Chu Yao and Shen Tang with refined grace, his manner utterly impeccable. If only his steps hadn't been so hurried, as if a ghost were chasing him, it would have been perfect.
Faintly, Shen Tang heard Zhai Le wailing and begging for mercy. "That hurts, Brother! Don't drag me. I can walk by myself."
Zhai Huan snapped under his breath, "Shut up. You're embarrassing me!"
Zhai Le was instantly silenced.
Shen Tang could practically picture his aggrieved pout.
But her schadenfreude didn't last long. Shen Tang noticed Chu Yao and Qi Shan looking at her too, staring steadily. They just kept looking and looking. Their gazes made her skin crawl and sent a chill down her spine. She rubbed her nose awkwardly. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
She knew she was beautiful. There was no need to be so "captivated."
Qi Shan sighed and shook his head.
Chu Yao managed a strained smile.
Shen Tang sensed something was off, so she made up an excuse and went back to her room to bathe. She took her time and didn't come out for a quarter of an hour. Chu Yao walked the chubby boy back to the butcher shop and picked up some meat to help Qi Shan regain his strength. Qi Shan sat beneath the covered walkway, back in his