"Look, Ivette, it's master Leo. He came in person."
A few pretty girls gathered together and discussed excitedly, secretly sizing up Leo scryps, who was frowning.
Oh, your hair is messy, your beard is stubbly, and your eyes are full of melancholy and wisdom. Master Leo is so charming.
One of the girls held her heart with both hands, looking infatuated. The girls around her looked at her with strange eyes.
"Slovenly doesn't equal charm!"
Aviva, there's a problem with your sexual interest. You need to fix it.
Lord Leo is the youngest Archbishop, but he is already married.
"Hehe, isn't that even better?"
In the midst of the discussion, someone suddenly said, " look at the little boy beside him. He's not bad. You'd better find a proper boyfriend soon.
At the girl's mention, everyone noticed the unremarkable teenager beside Leo scryps.
"He looks alright ... Sigh ... Forget it, with that small body, I'll be done for."
