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As the only mutated pink crocodile in her clan, Jiang Yu was dissatisfied with her family’s arranged marriage. After escaping, she was targeted by poachers for her unique hide and ended up severely injured.
Qi Yan, who was hiking to clear her head while avoiding her own family’s arranged marriage, picked her up, nursed her back to health, and released her back into the wild while she was fast asleep.
Later, the little crocodile—now in human form and leading a dog—tracked Qi Yan down by her scent, claiming she wanted to repay the favor. “You’ve heard of spirits repaying favors, right? I’m not a spirit, but I’m here to repay you.”
Qi Yan: “…” I saved a crocodile. Crocodile repayment… really isn’t necessary.
Looking at the girl with a head of dyed pink hair, Qi Yan wondered which mental hospital she had escaped from.
Later, when her own arranged marriage suitor came knocking, Qi Yan looked at the pink-haired girl sitting beside her and gave a gentle, yet mischievous smile. “Jiang Yu, right? Come with me to get a marriage certificate.”
Qi Yan: “You might not believe me, but I’m raising a crocodile. A pink one.”
When Qi Yan’s best friend saw the girl—exquisite and beautiful as a porcelain doll with eyes so innocent it made one fear she’d be scammed—she pulled her aside and whispered secretly: “Are you an adult yet?”
The little crocodile nodded blankly and replied obediently: “I just came of age recently.”
The friend: Good grief, Qi Yan is robbing the cradle!
Because Qi Yan worked late and left early, she simply handed the little crocodile a credit card to cover all expenses. However, she was so overly polite that the “neglected” little crocodile felt extremely aggrieved.
Seeing this, Qi Yan’s friend pulled Jiang Yu aside and gave her a “wicked” tip: “Qi Yan likes people who are shameless. Just take the initiative, you can’t go wrong.”
The little crocodile nodded in half-understanding and turned to see Qi Yan just arriving home.
That night, Qi Yan, frustrated by family matters and drinking to drown her sorrows, found the little crocodile crawling into her bed. Their skin met with a scorching heat, the air intoxicating with the scent of alcohol. A strand of damp pink hair tickled Qi Yan’s nose, but she found herself addicted to the comforting, sweet fragrance of the girl.
The girl leaned into her ear, her warm breath fluttering against her cheek and disrupting Qi Yan’s heartstrings. She heard the girl speak: “Sister, I’m being shameless… can I kiss you?”
