Ancient Wen Heng tossed the worms he'd dug up, along with clumps of dirt, into a broken bowl he had brought over.
Seeing Jin Qianqian keeping her distance, he couldn't resist teasing her a bit.
He held the broken bowl filled with wriggling worms out in front of her. "Look, don't you girls like small animals? Isn't this adorable?"
Jin Qianqian gritted her teeth, trying her best not to show her fear. "It certainly is adorable. It looks just like you. Look at that sneaky, shrinking movement—it's exactly how you look right now."
Ancient Wen Heng: "..."
Gule Shun, who had come over to watch the fun, curiously poked a worm with his finger. Watching it contract, he began to laugh. "I think it's way cuter than Seventh Uncle! Look, it can even transform!"
Ancient Wen Heng, who had just been rated lower than a worm: "..."
Jin Qianqian clutched her stomach, laughing. "Our Little Leshun certainly has a good eye. This worm is something even your Seventh Uncle can't compete with."
