133. Mammal

She couldn't help but to also laugh at his answer. Indeed among the three of them, if Edward was an angel inside and out, Gray would seem to be the contradiction--like a reformed demon. She was an untamed feral in her childhood days and Zia had her own share of taming the beast into a presentable human being that she was now. Being the one with a balanced personality, Zia acted like the guardian that prevented the excessively kind Edward from being taken advantage of, and ensured that the ferocious Gray wouldn't beat to death the people that would do so. Zia, in a concept, was an integral cog to their friendship and growth.

"But please call her out if you hear your Aunt Gray use that word to a person again, okay?" he added.

"Okay!" she responded with enthusiasm.

"But was that your homework?" His brows furrowed.

"What's a mammal?!" she exclaimed in panic.

"A mammal?" He momentarily stared blankly into a distance. "It's a class of animals that are distinguished by having hair or fur