Conflicted
Jin Jiuchi tilted his head sideways and a lazy smile tugged on the corner of his lips. "Nian'er, you are here! Come and join me, will you? You haven't had the chance to bathe properly these past two days, plus you're in such a messy state now, so I thought you would enjoy the pool," he said with a soft chuckle. "One of the perks of being the ruler of this place, you know?"
Shen Nianzu could not decide what to address first — Jin Jiuchi's lax attitude despite the players' attempt to kill him, his rare show of thoughtfulness or the shocking fact of how quickly he had adapted to his role and taken advantage of it. As if he was born to sit on the throne.
Perhaps it was the dense mist in the air, Shen Nianzu felt a little light-headed, especially as his gaze landed on the masculine contour of the man's back that cascaded with droplets of water.