Lan Yin grabbed her hand. "Don't go. What if he tries to do something to you..."
"Don't badmouth me, you fish," Ao Wu said, displeased. "An'an, I won't do anything to you without your consent."
Yu An pulled her hand away from Lan Yin's. "It's fine. I don't think he's that kind of person. Besides, I have this."
She brandished the scale-shaped mark on her wrist, told Lan Yin to get some rest, and opened the door to leave.
Ao Wu had changed into a set of light-brown loungewear. Yu An glanced at him.
'Yep, still not something you'd find on the Beastman Continent.'
Her curiosity about Ao Wu grew. 'Who is he, really? And how does he have modern things?'
Ao Wu gave her a faint smile. "An'an, come with me."
He led Yu An to his room. The layout was more or less the same as hers. "Sit wherever you like. Make yourself at home... Ah, no, this *is* your home."
"Are you hungry? Would you like some fruit? Or something else to eat..."
