By the roadside, Lanchi and Tata were still holding each other without letting go.
"Tata, are you cold?"
Lanchi asked, seemingly puzzled.
Talia took a deep breath and slowly relaxed the hand pressed against Lanchi's back a little, but she still let him hold her, remaining as motionless as a delicate doll.
In the past, she would definitely have said to Lanchi in a threatening tone, "If you've got the guts, keep holding me and don't let go."
But today, she had resolved to indulge Lanchi.
As long as she just gave up and did nothing, Lanchi could do nothing about her.
"Mm."
Talia pretended to be frail as she leaned half a step closer into his arms,
"Your master is cold. Could you hold me a little longer?"
Talia raised her head to look at him and spoke gently.
"..."
Lanchi fell silent for a rare moment.
Although his expression did not change, he even stopped savoring Talia's words for a moment.
Tata's mutation today was too much for him to handle. Even Talia had lost her usual appeal.
"Of course I can, but won't you..."
Lanchi tried to continue analyzing Tata.
"I won't slip away first."
Talia narrowed her eyes and smiled, lowering her voice as she asked him,
"Although in these past few centuries, my shallow experience has only involved going on dates alone with you, you're my first man and my only man. I won't be so embarrassed that I can't take it and run away."
"..."
Faced with Talia's words, Lanchi repeatedly received error data.
He held Talia in his arms, but this time, he genuinely needed time to think.
Today's Talia felt unfamiliar to him.
Was this really the Demon Race Princess who had failed to marry after eight hundred years?
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