Switching off Jin Guangyao's brain? ...yeah, good luck with that one.
He is neither reassured by Lan Xichen's promise to speak to the Yiling Patriarch nor soothed by Shen Yuan's reminder regarding the state of his golden core. If anything, both seem to render him more agitated, as a veritable legion of indecipherable micro-expressions flicker in and out of existence across his features in a matter of seconds. Jin Guangyao realizes he's been staring a hard, relentless hole through the blankets that cover his legs, and so squeezes his eyes shut. He draws in a breath and marshals his composure. There's no point in snapping at either of them; they aren't to blame for the consequences of his own actions coming home to roost, both the good and the bad.
He legitimately hates this ostentatious bedroom though.
"I would like to return home," he says, carefully enunciating his words as he works to maintain his chill. "There is no good reason for me to occupy this--" an uncomfortable glance around, "--suite for longer than necessary."
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He is neither reassured by Lan Xichen's promise to speak to the Yiling Patriarch nor soothed by Shen Yuan's reminder regarding the state of his golden core. If anything, both seem to render him more agitated, as a veritable legion of indecipherable micro-expressions flicker in and out of existence across his features in a matter of seconds. Jin Guangyao realizes he's been staring a hard, relentless hole through the blankets that cover his legs, and so squeezes his eyes shut. He draws in a breath and marshals his composure. There's no point in snapping at either of them; they aren't to blame for the consequences of his own actions coming home to roost, both the good and the bad.
He legitimately hates this ostentatious bedroom though.
"I would like to return home," he says, carefully enunciating his words as he works to maintain his chill. "There is no good reason for me to occupy this--" an uncomfortable glance around, "--suite for longer than necessary."