"Why aren't you going in?"
A low male voice suddenly came from behind him.
Fang Lele turned around in surprise.
Ji Fengyao gave him a brief, indifferent glance, then walked past him and sat down on the sofa.
"Do you know how to brew tea?"
The dim light obscured his expression. Still annoyed that Ji Fengyao had ignored him earlier, Fang Lele pressed his lips together and shook his head.
He was young and had yet to learn how to hide his emotions. Before an old fox like Ji Fengyao, every little thought in his mind was laid bare.
Ji Fengyao chuckled. "Come here."
Fang Lele stayed put, his cheeks puffed out.
He wasn't a puppy. Why should he come and go at this man's beck and call?
The curve of Ji Fengyao's lips deepened, faint amusement glimmering in his eyes as he held Fang Lele's gaze.
After a moment, Fang Lele finally lost this contest of patience. He shuffled over slowly and stopped three steps away.
"Here."
With an unruffled expression, Ji Fengyao tipped his chin toward the space between his spread legs.
Fang Lele had grown up with an unbalanced diet, leaving him only 170 centimeters tall even at nineteen. After several months of proper care in Sucheng, he had finally shot up to 172.
The day he discovered he had grown, he was so happy he nearly stayed awake all night, even though it was only two centimeters.
That wasn't exactly short compared with most people, but beside the tall, imposing Ji Fengyao, he still looked like a little chick.
The gap between the sofa and the table was just wide enough to fit a "small and skinny" Fang Lele.
A thick wool rug covered the floor, so even kneeling there for a long time wouldn't leave