The Final Witch's body temperature was very warm. It was not the sort of blazing heat Du Lingxuan and Ovi gave off, but it was warm all the same.
Her personal emotions were restrained. Even though she seemed more uninhibited and wilful than most, she had clear boundaries holding her in check.
Jiang Han could only barely discern her fondness for certain things by reading her expression and noticing what piqued her interest.
"You touched my hand. Our palms pressed together, and the heat was enough to make us sweat."
Angelite described it softly, her voice light, carrying the feel of a whisper.
"That was because we weren't used to it yet."
Jiang Han smiled and let go of her hand. She still rarely shared such sisterly gestures with Angelite. Usually, she was this affectionate with Xiya, and Xiya treated Du Lingxuan this gently. As for the Yin-Yang kitty... hehehe, no witch ever wanted to play these snuggle-up games with her! It absolutely was not because the Yin-Yang big cat had no friends—it was because the Yin-Yang big cat disdained these little-girl games!
Thinking of Du Lingxuan's expression—'This sister is feeling merciful, so I'll let you touch the cat's paw'—made her laugh.
"Is my reaction that amusing?"
Angelite asked. She rarely spent time with this little sister of hers. Now, she was a little curious about what sort of witch this exceptionally gifted one, whom she had kept watching, had grown into. Perhaps she had become a qualified witch.
"No, I just remembered something funny. It has nothing to do with you, nothing to do with you."
"Then it was about another witch? While you were with me?"
Angelite smiled as she teased Jiang Han.
"I really was thinking about someone else. What can I do? You didn't say, 'Today,