She rarely looked this adorably dazed, and right now she seemed to be trusting him with her whole heart. The anger in Changtian's chest couldn't help leaking away by a sliver; he very much wanted to pull her into his arms and fiercely pinch and knead her smooth, tender cheeks until she cried out in pain. However, there were outsiders here at the moment.
He coughed once, his expression calm: "Whistle."
Whistle? What does this have to do with Brother Whistle? Eh, wait!
A flash of inspiration shot through her mind. She frowned and thought carefully, then her face finally showed a look of sudden realization: "Water God, so you're actually that ancient demon from back then!"
