The night of Wu Lake has already been cloaked in the cold of winter.
Bai Ye sat at the desk in her guestroom. Behind her, a pretty girl sat idly in a swivel chair, spinning round and round with great enthusiasm, clearly delighted by the pink chair.
On her head, there was a pair of milky white horns with patterns akin to baguettes, and a white tail swung happily with the rotation of the chair.
Bai Ye was nervous, really nervous, but she had to remain calm because, by her understanding, this girl in front of her could punch hard enough to collapse the entire residential building where her home was.
"Cheryl, stop spinning," Bai Ye said weakly.
The girl named Cheryl finally stopped spinning, staring at Bai Ye with her black vertical pupils and said, "I never expected the real you to be like this, Bai Ye. So ordinary, without a shred of power."
Bai Ye smiled wryly, "I also didn't expect that you could actually come over."
