"We have painted a target on our backs." Li Xinyuan hummed unprompted, sitting in the carriage while Hu Lijing sat across from him.
Hu Lijing's amber eyes flickered away from passing scenery out of the window and to the surgeon. He shifted, face expressionless as he squinted.
"Do you mean to say your back?" He pointed a slender finger at Li Xinyuan and stared down at Bai Huiqi whose head lay on the surgeon's lap, fast asleep. "Do not include me with you."
The surgeon rolled his eyes, a soft scoff falling off his lips. "Yes, well, my back. It's not as if you are travelling with me."
The sarcasm flowing in his voice and words was tangible enough to be cut in half. His lips were curled in a smile, eyes placid with mirth as he gently carded his fingers through Bai Huiqi's hair.
The nine-tailed fox raised his chin, eyes unmoving from the slumbering younger fox spirit, oblivious to the gravity of the situation surrounding them.
"Is this some special privilege for him?"
