Xiao Hei, as delicate as a carved jade figurine, sat on the stone bench with her legs pressed together. Her little hands were curled like cat paws on her knees, her slender waist held straight, and her jet-black hair spilled over her shoulders like a waterfall.
The young girl blinked her clear, limpid eyes again and again. They were like agates steeped in Clear Spring—dazzling and beautiful.
Beside Xiao Hei, Jiang Lin rubbed his chin and kept circling her...
There was also a tiny bite mark on Jiang Lin's neck. It looked rather cute.
Looking at the long-haired, black-haired, straight-haired girl before him, Jiang Lin still felt utterly conflicted.
No matter how he tried, he couldn't connect this girl—who could make countless A'weis bleed to death—with Steel Garurumon in a short "JK" uniform skirt.
Even though this girl was already a hundred and fifty years old and could practically be his ancestor...
So, when that little girl had bitten Jiang Lin, straddled him, and told him that she was Xiao Hei, Jiang Lin had been completely dumbfounded...
At the time, Jiang Lin had seriously suspected that he was suffering from an auditory hallucination.
But Xiao Hei, still straddling Jiang Lin, had repeated herself...
Only then had Jiang Lin realized that he hadn't misheard her. What she had said was, "I am Xiao Hei."
And more importantly, even if it had been a joke, how could the other party have known the name Xiao Hei?
So...
Could this delicate little girl, cute enough to make countless lecherous uncles raise their hands in surrender, really be...
At last, Jiang Lin—who had been circling Xiao Hei like the King of Qin circling a pillar—stopped and looked at her in disbelief. "Are you really Xiao Hei?"
"Hmph!"
Xiao Hei turned her fair neck away