He trembled with rage, the very tips of his ears flushing red.
Just as they were about to start bickering again, Chu Jing quickly cut in. "Alright, alright, that's enough."
"Lan Jin, you and Jiang Ji rushed all the way here. You must be exhausted. Come have something to eat."
She didn't want to get involved in their squabbling, so she simply changed the subject, her voice gentle but firm.
"Female Master! I'm the one who had it the worst!"
Jiang Ji, now mostly dry, immediately ran over at her words and threw his arms around Chu Jing. His voice was thick with a pitiful whimper. "I got caught in two downpours and was shivering from the cold! Don't you feel sorry for me at all?"
Held in his arms, her small frame felt as warm and toasty as a freshly steamed rice ball. Her body heat seeped through the thin fabric of her clothes, a comforting warmth that softened his heart.
