Su Shijun's hand was fragrant, soft, and light.
Just lightly resting on his shoulder, it made him feel like he couldn't breathe.
Thankfully, this heaviness only lasted for a brief moment, then the witch moved her hand up, pinching the boy's ear, rubbing it—last time Zheng Qing was treated so 'frivolously' was when he returned from Shanglin Garden—abruptly, Zheng Qing remembered the 'punishment' the witch had mentioned before, causing his heart to beat uncontrollably a few times.
The ear is a sensitive spot for foxes, maybe that's why she liked pinching people's ears, the boy thought wildly, feeling how the delayed tenderness quickly replaced the cold reality, making the temperature in the study rise continuously.
"...This time you were lucky, Thomas isn't truly a fallen wizard or a black wizard, so you came back to school unscathed."
