บท 35: Three Simps and I

Ren wrapped me in a fur blanket as he carried me back to the tribe. The devil’s root paste and a few other books were in the bag that he borrowed from the hut. Since the dress that I was wearing became loose, Ren made sure to pin and tie the excess fabric of the dress so it wouldn’t fall. It was only a temporary outfit for me until we could find a smaller dress. That or a way to turn me back to normal.

Along the way, I could not help but notice that Ren was stealing glances at me with a look as if he was about to cry. I even saw him raising a hand like he was about to pinch my cheek, but I glared at him warningly.

Wolf prince? More like the prince of simps.

I slapped his hand away for the 4th time as we entered the village. “No!” Stupid werewolf. He’s still trying to pinch my cheek!

“You’re just so adowable!” He cooed.