Then Feng Yiren said, "Should we bury the needle or burn it?"
Lin Huahua looked at him. "I will bury you."
Feng Yiren smiled. "You cannot lift me."
"I will ask Baiyu."
Hu Baiyu immediately looked at Feng Yiren.
Feng Yiren's smile faded slightly. "That is cheating."
After the finger incident, Lin Huahua continued working, though now all three males watched even more intensely. Every time the needle came close to her skin, Hu Baiyu's ears twitched. Every time she pulled the fiber too hard, Mu Qingyi's hand moved like he wanted to guide her but stopped himself because she had said she wanted to do it alone. Every time she frowned, Feng Yiren leaned in as if waiting to say something, then swallowed the words when she glared before he could even speak.
She pricked herself again.
This time she did not make a sound.
Unfortunately, her tail betrayed her by jerking sharply.
All three males saw it.
Lin Huahua slowly lifted her head before anyone could react. "Do not."
