The scarlet glowing eyes under the cloak looked at Gong Qiying.
After a long while, a somewhat trembling voice came from under the cloak.
"Um, you're joking, right?"
"..." Gong Qiying didn't speak, he looked at the "Slime" on the ground with a kindly gaze.
"Yes, you're joking, right?"
Irene's voice had already started to tremble, especially after she didn't get a response after asking two consecutive questions, the awkward atmosphere continued to ferment in the air.
It seemed that only she felt awkward, whereas Gong Qiying on the opposite side was quite at ease.
"Hiss—"
The sound of a breath being drawn in sharply came from this poor, weak, and helpless homebody girl, and just from this sound, you could hear a multitude of distinct thoughts.
