The boy's nose twitched, moving between the girl's slender fingers.
Yuan Shimo hooked her finger, pulling her closer. He leaned in, his nose brushing against the side of her neck, sniffing like a little cat on patrol, checking its owner for the scent of other species.
His warm breath was a bit ticklish. Jiang Qingli curled a finger and scratched his chin, whispering, "What are you sniffing at?"
Yuan Shimo's voice was soft, laced with a hint of condemnation. "Is my female master feeling guilty?"
Jiang Qingli's fingers trembled. She knew she'd been found out.
Nowadays, her Cat Teacher only called her "female master" when he was angry.
And just as she thought, the next second, Yuan Shimo's usually calm, jade-green eyes narrowed. "I have a witness and physical evidence."
'Physical evidence?'
As Jiang Qingli was wondering, the boy raised his hand, gently plucked something from her shoulder, and held it out in his open palm.
It was a strand of gray hair.
