Who burned the house down?
The senior brother, who was stoking the fire nearby, couldn't believe it as he looked at the seemingly innocent little raccoon.
"It's alright, as long as you're okay."
Shang Yanting picked her up, gently stroking her back.
In that moment, he seemed to have come to a realization—the System was the only thing he cared about. As long as it was safe and by his side, feelings didn't matter.
Jia Xitong cried dryly in his arms for a while.
Even though she was really sad, the puppet, with no normal physiological reactions, made her feel like she was fake crying.
"I'm not acting."
She weakly explained.
"I know."
Shang Yanting said softly, "I'm sorry."
He shouldn't have left it here alone.
As for the senior brother, at this moment… how should I say… seeing his junior and his Demon Beast being all close, he actually felt like a third wheel?
It was like the warmth was all theirs.
"Ahem."
