"Ah woo!"
Ji Xinyan supports her forehead with her left hand, bares her little white teeth, and pretends to be angry: "Little Linzi, are you going to defy this palace?"
"Your Highness, times have changed, the peasants have become the masters."
Lin Baici said, and then laughed himself.
Can't act! Can't act!
"I don't care, I'm still your master. Hurry, carry this palace home."
Ji Xinyan finished speaking, suddenly jumped up, clamped her legs around Lin Baici's waist, and wrapped her arms around his neck: "Let's go, giddy up!"
"Giddy up!" Tea sister shouted, like a female knight, wanting to charge into battle on Lin Baici.
Lin Baici's face was pressed against Ji Xinyan's chest, unable to see anything, only feeling a soft and slippery sensation. He wanted to pull Tea sister down, but she held on tighter, like a koala bear.
"Follow my command, move forward!"
