At this moment, Sheng Yang was making a process of elimination. Looking at her expression, one would think that she was making some major life decision.
She looked at the various subjects on the page, frowning. It was really hard to choose.
The man behind her put his hands on her shoulders very naturally and massaged them, easing the pressure. His eyes were gentle, and his voice was as warm as the wind. “Is it difficult to choose?” he asked with concern.
Yi Juncheng didn’t mention anything about the arrival of the Sheng elderly couple during the day. His little girl was already busy enough. He didn’t want to let some unimportant things distract her.
“Yes, it’s difficult.”
Sheng Yang frowned. She hadn’t even struggled like this when she solved questions.
Yi Juncheng smiled and sat on the sofa beside her with his hand on the back of her chair. They looked particularly intimate. He leaned closer and gazed at her. “Why don’t I help you choose?”
Sheng Yang looked hopeful. She’d expected him to analyze it for her, but no…
There were several pots in front of them and arrows on either side of their hands. This seemed to be an ancient game called a pitcher.
He was actually going to let her choose using this method that relied on probability.
Sheng Yang found it novel. Yi Juncheng always found interesting things, which was one of the important reasons he attracted her.
“Have you played it before?”
“No,” Sheng Yang said honestly.
Yi Juncheng smiled deeply and charmingly. “That’s good. There are words written on every pot. The first one you vote for will be the second degree you’ll go for.”
“Okay,” Sheng Yang agreed, then took out an arrow first. After thinking about it, she took out five more at the same time.
Yi Juncheng raised his eyebrows, but he wasn’t surprised.
There was only a slight sound when the arrows shot out at the same time. When he looked up, he saw that the five arrows had been thrown accurately without swaying. They fell directly into the pots without touching the edge.
Sheng Yang turned around and shrugged playfully.
That look seemed to say, ‘That’s it?’
Yi Juncheng really loved the way she looked. He walked forward and took her into his arms. He smiled and pitied her. “Alright, alright. I know you’re good.”
Sheng Yang was gradually getting used to such intimacy. She subconsciously rubbed the top of her head against his chin. This subtle movement made Yi Juncheng’s heart race.
“Although there’s no outcome, I just wish to understand what I want to choose.”
“Okay, that’s good.” Yi Juncheng suddenly lowered his head, staring straight at Sheng Yang’s lips.
Sheng Yang’s breathing suddenly quickened. Although she had adapted to other things, this was the only thing she wasn’t particularly used to.
Every time, he looked as if he wanted to devour her.
A man who was clearly very abstinent had become very greedy at this time. Moreover, she would be so muddle-headed that she would feel like a chocolate biscuit that was melting bit by bit and being eaten by him.
Sheng Yang instinctively wanted to escape. She was strong, but Yi Juncheng grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.
He didn’t take his eyes off her lips. He really, really wanted to… but he still cared about her feelings. Whenever that happened, his gentleness seemed to glow, coating him with it. “You don’t like it?”
“It’s not that I don’t like it.” Sheng Yang was brutally honest. She was a straight shooter and went straight to the point without a hint of coyness, “But can you be gentler?”
