Chichu Chun sat at the edge of the cabin, anxiously lowering her head.
Thinking about the guy next to her grinning mischievously at her, Chichu Chun buried her head even lower.
"Aren't you going to say something?" Xu Xiaoyou sighed, "It's been a long time since we last saw each other; feels a bit distant."
"Haha...Yeah, yeah." Chichu Chun twirled her fingers around the strands of hair falling down, a faint, barely noticeable blush appearing on her face.
"I, I'm just afraid that I might hurt others, that's why I say these things, hoping to scare people away."
Chichu Chun tried to explain, and as she spoke, she shook her right hand. Dark scales covered her arm, undulating like water, as if breathing, fastening in rows, with black-purple aura seeping out from the gaps between the scales, her five fingers sharp like claws.
Since that loss of control, her right arm has shown characteristics of the High-level Insect Race, establishing a certain special symbiotic state with them.
