Her face filled with confusion, the clever Silver Wolf rapidly turned things over in her mind, somewhat startled by Kafka.
Soon, she understood where the problem lay. It seemed Kafka must have misunderstood something.
Rising from the large bed with cartoon-patterned bedding, Silver Wolf flicked her slender fingers and pushed aside the wine-red blade before her. The corners of her mouth lifted in a slightly teasing smile.
"Kafka, it looks like you really care about this kid!"
"And what if I do... after all, I'm his guardian!"
Kafka's delicate brows furrowed slightly, her face utterly stern.
Although she did not know when it had begun, she had now accepted reality and regarded Lin Feng as her own child.
"All right, all right, I'll stop teasing you..."
"Honestly, what goes on inside the heads of mature women like you..."
"I was just playing Super Dimension Brawl with Lin Feng. That's all. Look..."
Holding out the handheld console in her palm, Silver Wolf slowly explained.
Those rather overdramatic cries were merely the game characters' moves. There was nothing inappropriate about them.
"So that's what it was... all right, you don't need to explain. I understand!"
With a slight turn of her wrist, Kafka sheathed her wine-red blade and let out a long sigh, a trace of embarrassment appearing on her pretty face.
Now, she only hoped that brat Lin Feng had not understood what she had meant earlier.
Click, click, click! Walking in her high heels, Kafka wore a cool expression as she reached out a slender, delicate hand and grabbed the boy by the ear.
"Ah! Mama Kafka, what are you doing? Ow, ow, ow!"
Dragged straight into the corridor by his ear, the young Lin Feng wore an expression of pain.
"Ah... what a heartless mother..."
Folding her arms across