Gently stroking the increasingly noticeable tuft of red fur on Fatty Mao Er's forehead, An Yiqing encouragingly patted its little head and once again sank into deep thought.
In her heart, there was always something struggling to break free. The words spoken by that Red Dragon named Hongye last time had stayed with her. After returning, she reviewed numerous materials about the God-Devil Physique, yet she still found nothing.
An Yiqing felt a bit uneasy; anything related to Gu Yelin always made her lose her composure.
At this moment, a pair of large hands gently rested on her shoulders, the warmth from the palms permeating her thin clothes, reaching An Yiqing's skin and warming her heart, instantly calming her.
"Ah Lin." An Yiqing turned around, sat on the chair, and hugged Gu Yelin's narrow waist, closing her eyes.
