บท 148: Ez Wyrms

"Okay, now... let's talk about it," her aunt asked, sipping tea, sitting on a chair placed against the wall facing the bed. And on the bed sat Ling Yue, pink and shivering. She wasn't used to talking about personal stuff. She realized she wasn't used to talking to people at all. All she was used to doing was giving out orders and completing tasks, having super formal and to-the-point conversations. Since that was all she needed to do so far, she was flustered; she did not know where to begin.

Why was this aunt, whom she just met, being so friendly? When did they get so close? Is she actually a spy who will get the information and leak it to her father? Is she a vixen after her uncle's wealth and status? Was she even really her aunt?

Her aunt, however, picked up on all the chaos in her head, quite vivid from her eyes and the flustered pink face.