I seated Elizabeth down, ensuring she was comfortable—Mother always told me to treat girls well but not to overdo it and make myself look pathetic.
Ah, the horrible feeling of having her take me out and practise together... She would snort at me if I were too pathetic.... the deep wounds in my heart!
[Hmmm]
{(I think you will be made a cuck by his mother... You should pray she doesn't want to sleep with him.)}
[(Shaddup!)]
Now that I was handsome and more confident, the line between gentleman and simp was more obvious or much easier to pass as a gentleman.
The ugly me would be a simp no matter how well I treated a woman.
"How are you feeling?" I asked, wondering if she was alright. Seeing Aki this morning made me realise that my increased strength was a little dangerous—being able to walk later was rather lucky.
My hand passed the menu, made with leather and cloth, opening to a lovely menu with beautiful cursive writing.
