"And it was even when the other person was just a thirteen-year-old kid~"
Yu Chen rested her face on her palms, speaking in a rather casual tone, but her enunciation was very clear.
[Oh no... oh no...]
The spoon in Motan's hand slipped, making a not-so-loud clink on the tabletop.
"And yet, instead of self-reflecting, someone was overjoyed to discover the type the other person liked, getting so carried away that they gave a detailed lecture on mature women!"
Yu Chen gently flicked her bangs, her tone growing increasingly calm,
[Please bless this lost lamb of yours, dear Goddess!]
Motan, unable to see Yu Chen's expression from this angle, but just from hearing her voice, he started to shiver suddenly remembering that he was also a clergy, and began to pray sincerely in his heart.
[Get lost.]
And the great Goddess seemed to respond to her believer's prayer immediately, with overwhelming divine grace.
