The heart for gossip has no exception, and Qin Yu herself is no stranger to it. If the protagonist were someone else, she'd surely join Jiaojiao, each bringing a small bench, cracking sunflower seeds and eagerly await the commotion.
But when the mythical creature becomes oneself being gossiped about, the feeling is quite subtle.
Fortunately, besides being kind, Yin Ke is also very smart. Sensing the crowd, she clasps her hands together, leans into Qin Yu's shoulder, and whispers into her ear, "Yuyu, don't be scared; we'll talk quietly later, okay? I promise no one else will know~"
I beg you, stop talking, my dear Keke.
However, what Yin Ke said was somewhat like giving oneself away without realizing it.
And as the little one whispered softly into her ear, a scent mingled with the milky fragrance that Qin Yu had long not encountered, it felt unfamiliar yet recognizable.
Seductive, mysterious, and dangerous.
