Yan Xianjue did not say a word about her short-person remarks. First thing in the morning, even he did not want to provoke his girlfriend into bristling.
He pulled a sugar cube from who knew where and fed it to the pony, then patted its head. "I'm leaving my girlfriend to you."
Shen Fangli's face heated up. "Why are you talking to a horse?"
Yan Xianjue raised an eyebrow. "I'm helping you communicate with it. Here—give it some hay or little snacks on the road later."
He hung a snack bag within Shen Fangli's reach. Shen Fangli took a deep breath. "When you prepared snacks for the horse, did it never occur to you to prepare some for me too?"
Yan Xianjue drawled, "Oh, Lei Xuan seemed to have forgotten to tell you. Before filming starts, you can't eat snacks anymore."
"While you don't need to lose weight yet, you still can't be as casual as before if you want to look good on camera."
"So your snacks? Fine. The next second, mine."
Shen Fangli: "..."
Teacher Zhuang had mentioned this to Shen Fangli during acting class.
Besides, when she had considered the entertainment industry as one of her possible futures, she had mentally prepared herself for it.
But...
But why did hearing it from Yan Xianjue make her fists clench so hard?!
Neigh! Neigh!
At that moment, the tall horse beside the pony pawed at the ground, then lowered its head and nudged Yan Xianjue's shoulder.
With practiced ease, Yan Xianjue took out another sugar cube and patted its head too. "All right, be good. Just a moment."
Wait...
Shen Fangli spotted the blind spot again.
She thought back over how many times Yan Xianjue had patted her head since they had met.
She quickly realized she could not