This direct and unwavering gaze also caught Talia's attention.
She looked towards Lanci.
That puzzled look was as if asking him, "What are you staring at me for?"
She couldn't help but focus her spirit, probing into Lanci's thoughts at the moment.
"Shall we let go first? Holding your right hand is really hindering your eating."
Lanci proposed a ceasefire.
They had been vying with each other all day, it couldn't possibly go on like this into the evening.
Even though he really wanted to feed Talia directly, she would certainly not agree.
Moreover, having heard Talia's clipsy cat's meow earlier, he was quite delighted today.
It was a day he would certainly never forget in his lifetime—so joyful.
If Tata really turned into a small cat, he would definitely be unable to stop loving her, holding and feeding her endlessly every day.
"...You really want to feed me directly?"