Perhaps because there were too many candles burning in the palace, Shen Yangge felt stifled all over.
His arms loosened slightly around Chu Xuanzhen, and he asked in his childish voice, "Your Highness, do you feel stuffy?"
Shen Yangge was really pulling out all the stops to change the subject.
Holding him in his arms, Chu Xuanzhen moved the hand pinching his earlobe to his soft, fair cheek.
"What have you eaten these past few days?"
Can't you answer my question before asking yours? You sneaky bastard, I swear.
After that inward complaint, Shen Yangge answered with a perfectly serious face, "I ate whatever the young attendants at the Imperial Medical Bureau ate."
The air gradually grew hotter. After a little while, Shen Yangge could no longer stand it and ventured cautiously, "Your Highness, don't you feel stuffy?"
As he spoke, he even pinched the back of Chu Xuanzhen's waist. His tiny hand had so little strength that it felt like a tickle, and Chu Xuanzhen's gaze flickered.
"Hm?"
Chu Xuanzhen was still in the throes of his madness, so talking to him was as good as not talking at all. But whenever Shen Yangge deliberately steered the conversation toward something, he could still draw Chu Xuanzhen into it.
"Look, Your Highness, putting so many candles and oil lamps in the room... really makes it hard to breathe."
He lifted his head and stared straight at Chu Xuanzhen with his round, almond-shaped eyes, determined not to miss a single emotion in those dark eyes.
Yet he had still overestimated himself.
Chu Xuanzhen returned his gaze in exactly the same way. "Uncomfortable?"
Shen Yangge nodded his little head.
"Will you run away again?"
How did we end up back here again?!
Shen Yangge's head throbbed. He suspected Chu Xuanzhen would not