Yan Huan picked up the plastic cup, just took a sip of cola, and then saw the category label on the bookshelf,
"Hypnosis/Mind Control"
"Pfft!"
Yan Huan immediately broke into a cold sweat, put down the drink cup, and walked over there right away.
Behind the bookshelf, Ye Shiyu was reaching out her hand, her fingers brushing over various eye-catching titles on the shelf.
Her eyes were focused, clearly, the content on the bookshelf piqued her interest.
Very soon, her finger stopped on a particular book.
Just about to pull it out, Yan Huan's voice came from the side,
"Sister Shiyu?"
"!!"
Ye Shiyu instantly shuddered slightly and stood up straight, standing there just like a soldier.
Then, she slowly turned her stiff neck, looking at Yan Huan beside her.
Seeing him looking at the surrounding works, he asked with confusion,
"Sister Shiyu, do you like... this kind of thing?"
"I don't like it."
This time, Ye Shiyu wasn't at all like a precision and slow mechanical doll.
