C2203 The Customers Always Had a Variety of Races

"Guess what this is?"

"I'm not guessing."

Anno shook her head and clutched the pillow from behind her to her chest.

Whenever Ziyan had that look, it was wise not to take her bait. Nothing good ever came from it, and Anno knew this from experience.

They casually chatted about various topics, with Ziyan's delightful laughter occasionally punctuating the lively buzz of the tavern