"A promise is a promise. From now on, I'll come every day to pet A Yuan and help him get used to his beast form." Jiang Zheyu raised her hand as if taking an oath, blinking her eyes at Su Yan.
Su Yan's red eyes swirled gently, like magnificent red wine, shimmering with a uniquely brilliant luster.
"Okay, it's a deal." Su Yan's lips curved into a faint smile.
Jiang Zheyu put the gift box back in the bag, then reached out and took Su Yan's hand. She smiled faintly. "Let's start with some Spiritual Comfort for Mr. Su tonight."
"Okay." Looking at the young woman's smile, Su Yan couldn't help but let his own lips curve up slightly.
Jiang Zheyu held Su Yan's hands with both of hers and slowly closed her eyes. Once again, she was in that pure white space. The stick-figure version of Jiang Zheyu had just arrived when she sensed a blur streak past her.
