73 Pick One, Okay?

Shen Nianzu cleared his throat and turned his attention to Jin Jiuchi, ignoring how the assistant almost fainted out of shock. He gave a tight-lipped smile and pinched Jin Jiuchi's arm in warning, but he failed spectacularly for the man's arm was packed with solid muscles with no fat for him to pinch into. 

"Why are you tickling me, Nian'er?" Jin Jiuchi asked strangely. 

'Patience,' Shen Nianzu repeated to himself over and over again like a mantra, and then he hissed in a low voice, "Let go."

"Why should I?" Jin Jiuchi pouted in defiance. "Nian'er, do you hate me now? Don't you like it when I hug you like this?" He exerted a little strength into his arms, and Shen Nianzu gasped when he was brought closer until there was no distance between their bodies.