Transmigrated as the Treacherous Official's Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 345 - 344: Poking the Little Traitor’s Face

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Chapter 345: Chapter 344: Poking the Little Traitor’s Face

Shen Chen’s lips curved slightly, a stark contrast to his usual stern demeanor, as he responded to the chatterbox of a little girl: "Mm."

Ye Zhi knew his Qinggong was exceptional, and the chances of him falling were slim, but she still worried.

She patted half of the empty bird’s nest, signaling him to sit over.

The gentle boy, as warm as jade, shook his head in refusal.

The girl’s eyes sparkled, and hugging a small pillow embroidered with apricot-colored pear blossoms, she pretended to get up to leave: "Fine, then I’ll go back to Tongfu Inn to sleep. Remember to find me for breakfast at dawn tomorrow."

She didn’t really intend to leave, just dawdling~

What an intuitive and astute person Shen Chen was; after a moment’s hesitation, he lightly leaped, flying to her side in an instant. The delicate girl nodded contentedly, placed the small pillow down, and lay on it.

The thin blanket she brought was also spread out, covering the two of them lightly.

The bird’s nest was constructed using branches and slim, long grasses, steadily built among the towering gnarled trees.

Wen Wu was the State Preceptor’s pet, accustomed to its master’s habits, and was notoriously known for being clean in the Bird World.

After lying down, Shen Chen was half a foot away from the girl, the fragrance of hibiscus wafting over, unconsciously stirring his thoughts.

Yet, someone seemed oblivious.

Taking advantage of the dark, windy night with no one around, Ye Zhi reached out and poked the Little Traitor’s face, slightly surprised: "Xiao Chen, so it’s all true."

After speaking, she revealed a bashful smile.

It turned out the Little Traitor really was lying by her side, that she really had learned Qinggong, and that all this was truly real. How wonderful!

At this point, she wasn’t afraid of him, so she said: "Don’t move, or if we fall, we’ll break our bones."

Shen Chen didn’t quite understand her meaning: "Okay, I’ll be careful."

Then.

A pair of soft hands lightly pinched his face, distinctly feeling the tender touch of the little girl’s hands...

"Your skin is so nice. Did anyone on Dragon Tiger Mountain say you were handsome?"

During their years apart, it seemed there was no barrier between them.

No, it seemed Ye Zhi was becoming bolder? She seemed to no longer fear the Little Traitor.

Shen Chen slightly furrowed his sword-like brow, not stopping her actions, and gently replied: "Some have."

Some fellow disciples praised his good looks.

More often, it was love letters and handkerchiefs from senior and junior sisters...

As he spoke, his Adam’s apple rolled under the moonlight, catching the attention of the little girl beside him, whose small hand redirected towards it.

Shen Chen grabbed her hand, successfully avoiding the fate of having to take a cold shower.

At that moment, his body temperature rose significantly, and suppressing the urge to pull the delicate girl into his arms, he sternly scolded in a deep voice: "Such frivolity, what manner is this? Friendship should maintain propriety. Do you behave this way with other men as well?"

His heart tightened slightly, as he gazed intently at the little girl with a dark, cold expression.

In that moment, under the heavy pressure of the Traitor, the atmosphere became tense and melancholic.

Who could endure this?

The answer: Ah Zhi.

Ye Zhi shyly glanced at him, both angry and pleased, her beautiful features subtly hidden, her voice soft: "Isn’t it because we have a good relationship? I haven’t done this with anyone else."

Realizing later that the Little Traitor actually growled at her?

She frowned and said: "Are you scolding me? What’s wrong with me pinching your face? Aren’t we good friends? You can pinch mine too. Are you still mad about the Ling Que incident? Upset because I hit her today, so that’s why you’re like this?"

She broke free from the hand holding hers, turning to face the other way in a huff.

Leaving him with her petite back.