She slightly opened her mouth but didn't dare to refute, quietly letting go of the arms she had been holding in front of her chest, bowing her head like a guilty child, her eyes evasive as she muttered softly.
"I, I just... was worried that my brother might be entangled with strange people... You know, Enchanting Demons are not good... Uh-huh... I'm sorry, I won't dare again..."
Her voice grew smaller and smaller, almost turning into a mosquito's hum in the end, as if the arrogant little demon from earlier never existed.
Mia looked at her swiftly caving attitude, and though she felt relieved, there was a hint of alertness.
The Enchanting Demon's intuition told her that this little girl was suspicious, but she still maintained a facade of grace on her face.
Now was the time to show her mature side; she couldn't show any timidity at a critical moment.
