C2305 The Adorable Demon

"So slow."

As Lo Chuan ambled into the kitchen, Yao Ziyan muttered a complaint under her breath.

The consequence was Lo Chuan ruffling her hair as he walked by, eliciting an exasperated eye roll from her.

Anno propped her chin in her hands, watching their exchange with a serene gaze.

She was somewhat astonished to realize that she had grown accustomed to witnessing such interactions daily