Ever since Pei Ling had torn through that unspoken barrier between them, Qiao Ranran felt as though he had opened the door to a new world. The oddball who used to snort, chuckle coldly, and take a strange interest in her fingers had turned into someone clingy who craved skin-to-skin contact.
Before, he had only put an arm around her waist or shoulders, or held her hand. Now, he spent all day either hanging off her or gathering her into his arms. Qiao Ranran, who had once grown flustered whenever Pei Ling kissed her, could now face it all with remarkable calm. She really was a creature who could adapt to anything.
And Pei Ling declared, as if it were the most reasonable thing in the world, that Qiao Ranran had asked him to stay and wait for Guai Guai. He was bored, so he had to find something to do.
Qiao Ranran: "..." That kind of dogged nonsense was practically begging for a beating.
Perhaps it was all the Demon Beast meat, or perhaps Guai Guai had eaten too many displays of affection every day. Either way, its once-feeble body had grown sturdier without anyone noticing, and its appetite had changed in both quantity and speed. The mountain of Demon Beast meat shrank rapidly. The "loss of appetite" Qiao Ranran had initially feared never appeared. Guai Guai sensed its own changes, too, and ate with even greater dedication.
Maybe it was her imagination, but after looking at Guai Guai's ugly face for long enough, Qiao Ranran found it fairly pleasing to the eye. As its body grew less frail, its proportions seemed to change as well: it went from being one head tall to two. It no longer looked so top-heavy that she suspected it might somersault forward at