Chapitre 690: Marry A Frost

"I'm going to marry a Frost when I grow up."

Caius, who had just popped a piece of popcorn into his mouth, nearly choked at Dora's sudden declaration. His eyes widened in alarm as he processed her words. After all, the only Frost anywhere near Dora's age was... well, him.

Seeing the scandalized expression on his face, Dora couldn't help but roll her eyes in exasperation. "Relax," she said with a smirk, waving off his concern. "You're safe. I'm your aunt, after all."

Caius blinked, staring at the girl in front of him as if she had suddenly grown a second head. She barely came up to his shoulder, and she was younger than him by a few years. He frowned in confusion, trying to make sense of what she was saying. "What are you talking about? How can you be my aunt?" "What are you talking about? How can you be my aunt?" he asked, his skepticism evident.