Zheng Qing had heard that magical creatures such as Horse-Men, Minotaurs, and Fairies possessed magical ways of thinking that were entirely different from those of Wizards.
However, no matter how magical they were, the way Luna Huisu greeted him, proposing to give him a foal upon their first meeting, left the young teaching assistant at a loss, frozen in place.
Out of politeness.
Also out of habit.
Even in his daze, he didn't forget to extend his hand, intending to shake the beautiful 'little hoof' that was reaching out to him, to maintain a sense of decorum between them.
But a hand from the side interrupted the Warlock's intention—Jiang Yu grabbed Zheng Qing's wrist, pulling it toward her, preventing him from accepting that little hoof.
Luna glanced at the Witch again, a trace of displeasure on her face.
"Good evening, Miss Luna."
