The rough skin.
The soft squishy texture.
The memory was unbearable.
Ever since that day, he had been unable to tolerate frogs of any size.
"...Yeah, I'd hate that too."
Qiong Xing was relieved that Leander understood.
Even someone perfectly capable of picking up a frog with their bare hands would probably change their mind after having one smack directly into their face.
Even after the frog was no longer in sight, Qiong Xing could not relax.
Feeling somewhat embarrassed, he allowed Leander to carry him all the way back home.
"Mama! Welcome hom... huh?"
Lian had come running out to greet him as if she had been waiting eagerly for his return.
However, the moment she noticed that Mama was being carried, she tilted her head in confusion.
Elias who had followed her outside looked equally surprised.
"What happened?"
"Well... a lot happened."
