Perhaps his resentment had grown too intense, because that refined-looking scumbag glanced over, the chopsticks held in his slender fingers resting neatly across his jade bowl. His lips were pressed together, making him look for all the world as though Shen Yangge owed him five million taels of gold.
Shen Yangge continued muttering:
[-One of these days, even pig swill will taste delicious to you!]
[-After eating grass for days, even someone who isn't a real fish will practically turn into one.]
He swished his tail and blew several more bubbles in a little fit of sadness and misery. The bubbles drifted around his mouth for a moment, then quickly rose to the surface and burst one after another.
Shen Yangge really was bored. He simply tuned out the aroma of the food and started amusing himself by blowing bubbles. But as he blew them, he suddenly noticed that they had grown smaller. While he was still puzzling over this, a handsome face appeared outside the basin, and he glanced up.
He saw the ever-moody Chu Xuanzhen furrow his brow slightly, reach into the water, and gently stroke his back for a moment.
There was still a cut on that hand's thumb from scraping against his scales. Shen Yangge had not wanted to let him touch him, but upon seeing the wound, he grudgingly swallowed his pride and allowed Chu Xuanzhen a little touch.
When Chu Xuanzhen stroked his back a second time, Shen Yangge cleverly flicked his tail and swiftly slipped out from between his slender fingers.
Only after escaping did he finally realize why his bubbles had grown smaller: he himself had shrunk again, to half or even a third of his previous size.
He was now about the size of a small fish. Other fish were round