Hoisted On His Shoulder

Xie Ai opened his mouth and said, "You-"

"You know what," Yu Chen reached for the small bottle pocket. "This thing is annoying. I'll keep it."

"No!" Xie Ai glared at the other party, swatting his hand away.

"Why?" The bigger Yu Chen made a sad expression as he stared at the pocket with a hint of hatred in his eyes.

"Because…" Xie Ai couldn't come up with anything, and he finally came up with words stranger than ever. "If you touch that bottle, I'll never talk to you again!"

The bigger Yu Chen sighed and nodded, still feeling a little down. "Okay."

Okay? He agreed so easily?

Just when he thought Yu Chen had changed, he heard, "I won't touch that bottle again, but in exchange, you have to give me something."

"What do you want?" Xie Ai couldn't help but be on his guard as he looked at the other.

The cultivator-looking Yu Chen smiled and tilted his head. "If you don't mind, I want to try something out, may I?"