"What's up?" Li Ang walked over to the White Wolf.
She was holding Cormac the Mechanical Engineer's notebook, standing coyly, as if too shy to speak and using the notebook to cover half her face.
Half of her elegant face was hidden, with layered, neatly-trimmed, soft white short hair and slightly drooping animal ears, while the long, curled white eyelashes made her gaze dreamy.
This unexpected side of her surprised Li Ang. It didn't fit the image of a gang leader, ace racer, or even an assassin of an exiled tribe, but rather bore some resemblance to a literary young girl from school.
He felt his emotions betraying him for a moment.
Clearly, she was like a tomboy, so why did holding a book make her seem so cultured?
Hmm, it must be the skill of the Holy City hairstylist; her hair was cut so smoothly, much prettier than her previous messy white hair. That must be it.
"Master..."
