"Whoa! See that?! I can do it too, and my way takes less effort than yours. Impressed?!"
Carrying Ren Wuyang, Song Wenjing walked back and forth twice in front of Chi An and Fu Yanci, his voice brimming with smugness.
Perched on Song Wenjing's shoulders, Ren Wuyang nervously clutched his hair. He had not been gripping that hard at first, but when Song Wenjing turned, momentum sent him tipping backward uncontrollably, frightening him into clutching Song Wenjing's hair tightly with both hands.
"Ah! Fuck!" The pain in his scalp made Song Wenjing howl. It felt as though his scalp was being ripped off, hurting so much that all he wanted was to let go and rub his head.
"Hahaha! Honey! Did you see that face he just made?!" Fu Yanci had caught Song Wenjing's entire expression as his scalp was pulled, and he laughed so hard he collapsed against Chi An.
Though it was rather rude, at that moment Chi An really had thought of a Chihuahua having its scalp tugged. He covered his mouth as well, keeping his laughter from dealing Song Wenjing an even greater blow.
"I'm dying! He looked just like a dog!"
"Didn't Crown Prince look just like that when I tugged his scalp before?!"
Fu Yanci did not care at all and kept laughing as he held Chi An's hand. Only after that reminder did Chi An recall that Fu Yanci had tugged at Crown Prince too. It had not been pulling his fur, though, just holding and rubbing his doggy head until he suddenly unlocked that expression. Chi An still had the photo saved on his phone.
"Ah! Stop laughing!"
"Wenjing, I didn't mean it." Ren Wuyang guiltily loosened his grip and sneakily discarded the hairs he had pulled out.
Gu Zijin said, "What