A few minutes later, Arianne was placed on top of the car engine's hood, and staring at her were countless pairs of eyes.
All of those were wearing the same expression of disbelief except for the blonde, who was looking at her with his golden orbs twinkling with worship.
Mate finally showed her fur. He was so happy.
Ryett sighed dreamily, wanting to lick it.
"Mate, you have the most beautiful fur." Ryett rested his left cheek on the car hood and admiringly ogled at her.
Arianne heard it, and her shoulder slumped in helplessness. "I don't want to have fur." She's crying inside. This system is trying to screw with her.