She dusted off her hands and smiled at Owl Eagle, "Mr. Owl, now that we've picked the lychees, could you please take me home to get some stuff?"
"My surname isn't Owl," Owl Eagle stepped back, gesturing for her to go ahead, "Doctor Stone, you can call me Owl Eagle."
"And you shouldn't call me Doctor Stone either, it's so formal. Call me Emily!" She grinned at him.
Owl Eagle didn't respond but simply kept his face stone-faced, gave a glance at the glasses on her face, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
Do young girls nowadays all love to wear complicated ornaments? They wore frames even when there was no lens in them!?
Seeing him looking at her, Emily Stone unusually blushed, habitually adjusting her glasses, "Owl Eagle, can we go now?"
Owl Eagle nodded, gesturing for her to go ahead, and then followed behind her.
Emily Stone walked ahead alone, occasionally turning around to look at the man behind her. Owl Eagle was expressionless, his gaze fixed straight ahead, never straying.
