"Sister Chacha, tell me, are there really immortals?"
"Yes," Tartary Buckwheat said seriously, holding the child in her arms obediently, "I have seen an immortal before."
"Really? What do immortals look like?"
Tartary buckwheat thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's sweet, right?"
"Sweet?"
Mandrill, who was standing with his arms folded, snorted, turned his head sideways, his reddish ear tips looming under the cover of his hair, and said softly: "No respect for the immortal master."
Determination: Listen to the call and come to have sex!