Two beautiful girls with their pair walked around the market square. Elenea and Vayne, Aranea and Zann.
Each couple was a head turner. Vayne, who was usually plain, dressed nicely for the date; his clothes emphasized his soft, timid charm while Zann—with his striking physique and strong features, made the atmosphere hot.
Girls stared at Aranea in envy. She noticed some girls looking at her from head to toe—then stopping at her well-endowed bust; then looking at her with disdain.
"Aside from her breast, she doesn't look that pretty."
The girls didn't look as if they wanted to be silent, so Zann and the other two heard their remarks.
The red-haired man then gently wrapped his hand around Aranea's waist, pulling her close.
"Ah—"
"Do you want to be drenched?" Zann asked, brow arched.
Aranea then noticed that any further, she would've tripped to a puddle of water.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I just feel so… absent-minded?"