"You can tell?" Duan Yun said.
"When people think of someone they like, that joy is hard to hide."
On such a rainy day, even Little Yin, who had just emerged, became sentimental and poetic.
She poured herself a cup of tea, sat down, and began to drink.
Watching the rain, Little Yin couldn't help but ask, "What is the woman you like like?"
Perhaps such a night indeed makes one recall someone, Duan Yun contemplated, "Below?"
Little Yin was flabbergasted, "Why did you suddenly say this to me?"
Duan Yun was puzzled, "What did I say?"
"No need to cover up, a cover-up is a hint, and a hint is a clear indication."
Duan Yun: "!!!"
Little Yin immediately put on a sincere demeanor, "Look, should I nod or not?"
"Scram! You're a mount, nodding means you're asking for a whipping?"
Little Yin squatted beside him, looking aggrieved.
Yet she also felt somewhat spirited.
She, Little Yin, was determined to see just what the Star Fury witches of Old Demon Duan were like.
