Under the starlit sky, the tea party continued. The bustling spies and confrontations of the assassins have nothing to do with this tranquil corner of the world. Meanwhile, Roland was caught up by a question that was bound to be asked, not caring about anything outside of his immediate surroundings.
"Um, Zhen — might I call you that?"
As a noble, Baron Lys lowered himself with a sense of humility, even seeming slightly shy.
Baron Lys quietly reached out and took the hand of the girl, who was as unknowing as a little girl.
Wearing real-leather gloves, their skins didn't touch. But upon thinking that he was actually a man, suddenly transformed into a beautiful girl, and then having his hand held by a middle-aged man... feelings of intense shame flooded Roland in a way he never felt when Li Lin did the same. Thoughts of "I want to die" continually played in his mind.
From Lys' perspective, it was the genuine shyness of a pure girl.
