Zhi Zi defended the Queen.
"You're even making excuses for her."
Watching her serious expression, Liu Zheng couldn't help but raise a tentacle, wanting to rub her head.
"Stop!"
Zhi Zi softly halted him, the sharpness emanating from her as if it were a tangible pressure on his throat.
"What are you trying to do?"
She squinted slightly, her eyes becoming narrow and filled with a dangerous glint.
"I want to rub your head, like friends do."
Liu Zheng said honestly.
"You should be thankful the Queen ordered me to protect you, otherwise you'd already be a human stick by now."
Zhi Zi said coldly.
"Isn't your way of liking people a bit too intense?"
He asked with half-closed eyes.
"It's Zhi Zi who likes you, what's that got to do with me?"
Zhi Zi sneered and said.
"Then who are you?"
Liu Zheng asked.
He had always known Zhi Zi was mentally ill but didn't expect her to have a split personality, which was indeed quite dangerous.
