Being pretty and still not likable, what kind of nonsense is that?
No wonder Dylan says he's not learning the right things at such a young age, only focusing on pretty young ladies.
But, that young lady from Dylan's house is truly beautiful, with big eyes and fair skin, a small rosy mouth, a lovely, dainty nose, and a sharp little chin. She's sweet and sensible. Standing there, she's as pretty as a doll, really delightful to look at.
Even I thought, if only there was such a pretty young lady at home, it'd be great.
"Ahem, how old are you? Is this something you should say?"
Oliver Johnston snorted, "Why can't I say it? I'm already eight years old. I should have my own favorite young lady."
Mr. Johnston: "You..."
"Even if you like her, you can't say it, especially not to her parents. Look, her dad has already come knocking."
Oliver Johnston stiffened his neck and said, "Hmph, I won't give in. I still want to find Scarlett Glenn tomorrow."
"Brat, do you want to get beaten?"
