Motan shifted his gaze and looked at the basket of fruit on the table that Yu Chen had specially chosen, wanting him to gift to Black, and said lightly, "Have you fallen for the princess of the Griffin Dynasty?"
Black's calm little face couldn't hold back anymore, turning bright red as he said, "I haven't... li... liked Sister Elisa or anything... I shouldn't!"
"Shouldn't?"
Motan chuckled, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Are you trying to express that 'you should not have liked her' or 'you should not like her at all'?"
Black pursed his lips, instinctively wanting to shake his head, but after a brief hesitation, he lowered his head and mumbled again, "Shouldn't..."
"Hmm, it really isn't quite right."
