"When you mentioned 'sparring,' it turns out it really was just sparring."
In the garden, Losa looked at Jeanne across from him, somewhat speechless.
"What else could it be?"
Jeanne's tone was filled with teasing, "I told you yesterday was just to thank you, and to alleviate my regret for not being able to be by your side at the critical moment. It doesn't mean I'll accompany you in nightly revels every day."
She immediately advised seriously, "Lust is like a bone-scraping knife; men who indulge in these matters won't have much success. My expectations for you are high, don't let me down, alright?"
Losa said helplessly, "That's true, but when you invited me over, what was with that expression that was so easily misunderstood?"
"Was there?"
Jeanne blinked, "Even if there was, maybe it's just that you misunderstood?"
She distanced herself from Losa, took a stance, and shouted, "Enough talk, yesterday you struck me, today it's my turn to strike back."
What nonsense!
