"What are you going to do!" Shen Jiayi stared at Shen Yanxiao, who was getting closer and closer, with a nervous look on her face. She looked down on this kid before, but she never thought that a tyrannical Tang Nazhi would actually suffer at the hands of this kid, and she couldn't see it at all. What happened when Tang Nazhi came out?
He was somewhat afraid of Shen Yanxiao in his heart and did not dare to step forward rashly.
Shen Yanxiao raised his eyebrows, ignored Shen Jiayi's barking, walked directly in front of Tang Nazhi, and raised Tang Nazhi's drooped head with the bow handle.
Tang Nazhi's handsome face was covered with glistening beads of sweat, and the tremendous pressure on his body prevented him from moving even an inch.
He was forced to raise his head and looked at Shen Yanxiao who was facing the light, and at the playful smile on her lips. Tang Nazhi was in a daze for a moment, ignoring the young man's strange face, her breath, and her figure. She is so similar to the familiar little girl.
"Xiao..." Before Tang Nazhi could say his call, Shen Yanxiao had already slapped him on the head.
"Can you admit defeat?" Shen Yanxiao spoke decisively without giving Tang Nazhi any time to question.
Tang Nazhi was stunned for a moment. Once he discovered that the kid in front of him was similar to Shen Yanxiao, he felt more and more that the kid's tone of voice and flat appearance were just like those of an unscrupulous little girl.
Could it be that "he" is her?
With such thoughts, how could Tang Nazhi not admit defeat? Firstly, if she were really a little girl, he would not have the guts to fight her. Secondly, even if he wanted to resist, the weirdness in his body would make him unable to fight back.
No matter what, he has no choice but to admit defeat!
"I... give up." Tang Nazhi said awkwardly.
Shen Yanxiao chuckled, immediately let go of Tang Nazhi, and walked towards Shen Jiayi who looked indignant.
"You...don't come over!" Shen Jiayi never dreamed that Tang Nazhi would lose, and the loss was so inexplicable. When she thought of the bet she had just agreed to, she really wanted to slap herself in the face.
Shen Yanxiao approached step by step with a sinister smile, and Shen Jiayi moved back inch by inch with her hands on her chest.
The moment Shen Jiayi tried to turn around and escape, Shen Yanxiao's figure flashed, and Zijue stretched out his hand to directly hook Shen Jiayi who was trying to escape. With a pull on her hand, Shen Jiayi was immediately pulled to her side.
Shen Yanxiao strangled Shen Jiayi's neck with one hand, his white and tender fingertips traced across Shen Jiayi's chin, and his half-lidded eyes swept over Shen Jiayi's delicate little face with a hint of playful evil.
For a second, Shen Jiayi was flustered by Shen Yanxiao's almost flirtatious behavior.
Those half-closed clear eyes seem to have a magical power that makes people fall in love with them.
Ignoring the ordinary appearance of the young boy, those eyes are captivating.
"Tsk, tsk, if you draw a turtle on this face, that would be something that people look forward to." Shen Yanxiao raised the corners of his lips wickedly, and amidst Shen Jiayi's exclamation, he took out the charcoal in the ring. The pen was drawn on Shen Jiayi's fair and tender face.
A shrill scream immediately rang out in the bustling street!
After finishing his work in a few moments, Shen Yanxiao threw away the screaming Shen Jiayi in disgust, crossed his arms across his chest and stared at the big, black turtle covering Shen Jiayi's face.
"Not bad, it suits you very well." Satisfied with his work, Shen Yanxiao casually flicked the unused charcoal pen and hit Shen Jiayi's eyebrows.