Illiterate crew

"I am older than you so you have to listen to me," he said as they made another circle around Ji Yao.

While Ji Yao was helplessly watching on a pair of strong arms suddenly slid from behind and wrapped themselves around his waist. A fluffy head of hair rubbed against the back of Ji Yao's neck like a cat rubbing against its owner's feet in greeting. It was undeniably a comfortable feeling that Ji Yao couldn't resist placing his hand on top of Rui Fei's.