“Horns… I’ve grown horns!”

Maybe because she was mentally prepared, Ning Chu didn’t feel too panicked or nervous when horns finally began sprouting from her head.

But she couldn’t resist touching them now and then, gently poking and prodding, feeling the strange sensations from the tips of her budding horns, imagining how she’d look with a full pair of cute, goat-like horns in the future.

Probably adorable, right?

Once she got used to it, she figured she’d stop feeling the urge to poke them all the time.

Sitting on the back seat of Wen Yang’s bike, Ning Chu clung tightly …