After getting her nails done, Ning Chu was visibly in high spirits.

Her tail tip swayed happily under her skirt, her steps light and bouncy. Her eyebrows curved in delight, and her eyes sparkled like stars.

She couldn’t stop running her thumb over her nails, enjoying the smooth, glossy surface. The shimmering pink hue caught her gaze repeatedly, and whenever she held Wen Yang’s hand, she would purposefully brush her nails against his palm.

“Quit it, it’s ticklish.”

“Look at my nails~”

“They’re nice, very nice.”

“Right? I knew this color was perfect!”

Even when she was a man, Ning …