Stunned into silence, Rosalynn couldn't find her voice.

Certainly, an unconventional reception.

Brian's expression soured as he guided Rosalynn back, his brow creased in concern.

"Kyson, you startled her."

Lyndon, meanwhile, fought to retract his hand, which had instinctively reached out to shield Rosalynn.

His eyes fixed on the snake.

"Kyson, please put away the snake. It's not polite to alarm the guest."

Kyson, nonchalantly handling the snake, chided them, "Why so serious?

It's just my pet. It's harmless and not aggressive at all. Rosalynn, you're not scared, are you?"

He noted her lack of screams.

Wasn't she supposed to be terrified, perhaps even to the point of fainting?

Emerging from behind Brian, Rosalynn extended her hand toward Kyson.

"Such a charming pet. May I have a moment with him?"

Kyson's smile solidified, and he gazed at Rosalynn, his expression one of utter astonishment.

"You're interested in playing with him?"

"Can I?"

Rosalynn's gaze shone brightly, her face adorned with a beaming smile.

Kyson paused, a question forming.

“Doesn't him scare you?"

After all, it was a snake. It was common for girls to be wary of them, wasn't it?