Having someone hold something over you, especially when it's someone you can't afford to offend, you have to humor them, and that feeling is even more suffocating than being aggrieved.
If the roles were reversed, Yaen Chi would have already had a smile on his face and wouldn't let it slide without making the other party lose face and having some fun.
But Nan Jiaojiao always maintains an expressionless face, neither serious nor smiling, and it's exactly this demeanor that leaves people at a loss.
His fingers curled up.
Yaen Chi resigned himself, "Whatever you want to eat, brother will grant it, just tease me less in the future. If you really want to find someone to make fun of, go pick on Mo the Fox, he's thick-skinned."
"Oh," Nan Jiaojiao tore open the straw wrapper, inserted it into her milk tea, "you're not thick-skinned."
"..."
Was she mocking him, or just making a conclusion?
"Jiaojiao, wait a moment!"
