"Don't... don't shout! Shh!"
Ling Mo quickly crouched down to cover Yu Shiran's mouth, then scanned her anxiously: "How are you? How is Black Silk?"
That scream made him quite uneasy; could it be that emerging from the capsule too early had affected something?
But upon closer inspection, it didn't seem like it...
Yu Shiran gradually calmed down, though her eyes were still wide open.
Seeing Ling Mo's puzzled face, Xia Na said on the side: "She's just been stimulated. Waking up to the sight of the longed-for Sausage, how could she not shout..."
Yu Shiran, her mouth covered, blinked and nodded vigorously.
Ling Mo reflexively looked down, immediately frowning: "This isn't even broken, how did you see..."
"It's just a layer of cloth, how hard is it to imagine?" Xia Na said as a matter of course.
"Humanity invented clothes precisely to keep perverts from randomly imagining things..." Ling Mo said helplessly.
