Her gentle question fell, leaving ripples deep within Yan Huan's heart.
At this moment, he might have realized that the girl in front of him was no longer the terrifying Hypnosis Master he continually worried about.
On the contrary, he was the one who needed her worry now.
"..."
Thinking this, Yan Huan lowered his eyes and smiled, slowly tightening his embrace around her waist,
"I'm... I'm no longer afraid of you, Sister Shiyu."
"That's great..."
Ye Shiyu rested her chin on the top of Yan Huan's head, allowing their embrace to completely merge while gently patting Yan Huan's back.
"Pat..."
The rhythmical, unhurried sound echoed, as the two hugged each other in the small living room, moving together like a princess and prince dancing at a ball.
In the next second, while stepping back, Ye Shiyu's foot hit the sofa, stumbling and falling backward.
