Cough, cough.
I can't keep thinking about this.
Perhaps to alleviate the awkwardness, Ya He made conversation out of nothing, "I see you're pretty good at raising horses, Little Shiyi is quite well taken care of."
In just one day, Ya He already knew the horse was called Little Shiyi.
Ya He asked, "What do you usually feed it?"
Gu Jiao replied, "Just, I feed it whatever?"
Ya He laughed awkwardly, "What exactly do you feed it?"
Gu Jiao thought for a moment, "Grass? Sometimes I give it some carrots."
Ya He's mouth twitched, are you sure you're raising a horse, not a donkey?
Ya He continued making conversation, "Oh right, I heard from the eldest disciple that you've been promoted, I haven't congratulated you yet."
Gu Jiao: "Mhmm."
The conversation was dying a slow death.
Ya He ran out of topics, and in enduring immense awkwardness, led Gu Jiao to the National Master's Courtyard.
