Shen Yangge was so furious that he couldn't resist yanking out the down above the carrier pigeon's claws. How could the pigeon have imagined that it would suffer such "humiliation" even as it bravely faced death?
It immediately let out a "mournful" cry.
Yet death was not what awaited the man and the bird.
Halfway through his fall, Shen Yangge suddenly realized he had stopped. He raised his head, his golden dragon eyes wide, and met Chu Xuanzhen's deep gaze.
There were too many emotions in those eyes for Shen Yangge to decipher at once. All he could do was bare his teeth in a grin at Chu Xuanzhen, pretending to be shaken by the ordeal.
With his eyes, he tried to convey that being carried off by this stupid bird wasn't his fault. He was the victim. Since when did victims bear some inherent guilt?
But Chu Xuanzhen kept staring into his eyes without a word, swiftly extinguishing the little spark of hope that had just flared in Shen Yangge.
After all this time, he had thought he understood at least half of what went on in Chu Xuanzhen's head. In the end, though, this bastard really was sick, and he really was fucking toxic.
-Only petty men and women are difficult to deal with. The ancients truly did not deceive me!
-Sometimes... they really do grow "insolent" when you draw close and resentful when you keep your distance.
Completely unaware that someone could hear his inward grumbling, Shen Yangge kept ranting. Once the carrier pigeon was in Chu Xuanzhen's hands, it was too terrified to make so much as a peep.
Its claws released Shen Yangge as well. It looked utterly aggrieved, as though saying, *I took a liking to this little thing and wanted to carry him