His boss had become completely immersed in his genius ability to pick up jokes, utterly losing all desire to survive.
The result was that his boss's little boyfriend grabbed his coat collar with one hand and viciously pinched and shook his face with the other.
Shi Jihan was still not satisfied. "Let me see how much water I can shake out of that head of yours!"
"There's no water," Zhou Jingcheng said, letting him pinch him and even bending slightly to cooperate, his voice muffled. "But I'm probably like you. Shake me once, and a joke falls out."
Shi Jihan said, [Damn, shameless.]
000 asked, [Why don't you say that to your Xiao Zhou?]
[I'm afraid he'll say I want to eat donuts.]
000: [Huh? What kind of logic is that?]
Shi Jihan answered seriously, [If a donut has a face, doesn't it become solid bread?]
000 was chilled. [...]
Respect. Blessings. Lock them together.
There was no one in this world more suited to each other than those two.
Zhou Jingcheng's gaze circled Shi Jihan's neck. "Wait a moment."
He went back inside and came out carrying a satin gift box.
Inside was a printed crocheted patchwork scarf, covered in adorable little rabbit patterns. Especially when Zhou Jingcheng took it out, the scarf looked like a giant rolled sushi roll, with seaweed, white rice, and fillings layered distinctly, making it look incredibly appetizing.
Shi Jihan's eyes lit up. "Wow, cute."
"I knew you'd like it." Zhou Jingcheng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Shi Jihan was finally no longer angry with him. He quickly smiled and had Shi Jihan lower his head so he could put it on him.
He had even learned how to tie a scarf by watching videos online. His movements were clumsy, but he