He no longer stared into Flora's eyes, and softly asked, "Flora, don't lie, answer my question—do you dislike me?"
Perhaps it was because Herbert wasn't staring at her intently, or perhaps it was because he was sitting right next to her, Flora wasn't as nervous as she had imagined.
Miss Enchanting Demon thought seriously for a moment, then gently shook her head.
"...No."
From any perspective, Flora had never disliked Herbert.
Even with today's somewhat surprising developments, she still didn't feel any aversion towards Herbert.
After all, Herbert naturally possessed considerable charm, a natural scent, and a special personal charisma.
Not to mention, Herbert had been with her for hundreds of years in that long dream.
Now, she somewhat couldn't completely distinguish between the dream and reality, and often felt as if the boy before her had indeed known her for centuries.
"Then, do you like me?"
