Rosie is a very strange person.
She looks soft and fragile, her voice is gentle, yet she can talk and laugh freely in a room full of tension.
She made a cup of hot milk for Sebatide Hughes, ignoring his sullen face, and asked if he wanted to add sugar. When Sebatide Hughes sat down with a tense expression, venting his emotions by gnawing on Roy's hair, she opened her curious eyes wide and her gaze wandered back and forth.
"Are they lovers?"
Rosie whispered to Lola Yeke.
"No."
Lola Yeke gently kissed Rosie's cheek and answered warmly, "They are probably just bedmates. Sebatide Hughes is still young, strictly speaking, he is still a naive cub who knows nothing."
Sebatide Hughes: "I'm already in heat!"
Lola Yeke sighed, albeit with a tone full of tolerance: "Even if you've entered your heat early, you haven't made any real progress."
Rosie exclaimed and laughed brightly and casually.
"I understand, Sebatide Hughes is both Lola Yeke's friend and her young brother."
