Nie Ziyu retaliated with a blushing face, though no one really pitied him after being teased by Ling Yu.
Ye Qingxue sighed. "Nie, lower your voice. Do you want the whole camp to hear?"
The boy flushed red, sinking back a little, though his eyes still burned with unease. "Still, even if you are pretending, what if he tries to do something? What if he really believes you're one of his, his girls?" He spat the last word like it was poison.
Ling Yu's fingers paused in Fluffy's fur. She lifted her gaze, steady and firm, until Nie Ziyu shifted under the weight of it. "Then he will find his illusions shattered," she said simply.
Silence settled for a beat, broken only by Fluffy's soft huffing noise as it nestled against her chest. Then, with a small shake of her head, Ling Yu redirected the conversation.
