”What are you looking at?”
I looked up in a daze. “Yan Huo, what a coincidence.”
I lowered my head and looked again, then suddenly raised my head. “Yan Huo?”
He laughed lightly, his elbow resting on the bookshelf. “What are you looking at? So engrossed.”
Fortunately, my album was covered with the proper “Ritual and Music” book cover.
I remained calm, closing the album and standing up gracefully. “I’ve been a bit interested in musical instruments lately and studying them when bored.”
By the way, about the competition—thank you.” He smiled, his expression gentle yet showing indifference to everything. “It was just a small favor. The victory doesn’t mean much to Xiliang. If I could help you, it was my pleasure.” I owed him this favor, though passively, I still owed it. Yan Huo was clever, knowing that this way I would not feel comfortable being as cold to him as before, and naturally became more at ease. I laughed awkwardly. “Since Your Majesty is rarely visiting Yanfeng, why not look around?” ”What, are you being wary of me again?” he smiled bitterly. “Every time I try to get closer to you, you become vigilant and want to keep your distance. Aren’t we friends? I won’t harm you.” I lowered my head. “I’m sorry. I’m used to keeping my distance from dangerous people.”
Have I become a dangerous person now?” he raised his eyebrows, half-smiling. “You said you were happy being with me.” ”That was in the past,” I tried to make him understand the gap between us. He stared at me for a moment, then turned away. “Sorry, I was being rude. I will henceforth keep to the boundaries of friendship.” ”Thank you,” I let out a sigh of relief. ”I heard from the painting doll that you plan to try a completely new character painting,” he said sincerely. “Would you paint a portrait of me?” I almost choked. The new character painting the doll mentioned—wasn’t it an erotic painting?
Was Yan Or actually volunteering to be the male protagonist of such a painting?
