"You don't need me to feel like you have me, you do, you know?"
"Understood," Fu Yunhe obediently lowered his head and said, "I feel like I don't."
"Really don't?"
Nian Shutong, to be cautious, asked once more.
That one sentence had Fu Yunhe all confused again.
He carefully lifted his head, and as he did so, he uncertainly asked, "Should really not have, I guess..."
The moment Fu Yunhe looked up, he met the angry, wide-eyed stare of Nian Shutong.
"No! Really don't!"
Fu Yunhe dared not guess wildly anymore; it was better to just tell the truth.
"Hmph! Better not!"
Nian Shutong glared fiercely at Fu Yunhe, as if to say if there were any, he deserved it!
She sat herself in the pilot's seat of the Shadowless and began to fly it herself, heading back to the small wooden house.
Fu Yunhe waited three seconds, then silently took the co-pilot's seat, grinning foolishly at Nian Shutong.
"Stop smiling! It's hideous."
