"Young master?"
Javier froze at the sound of Liana's voice behind him. "Yes, Liana?"
"What are you doing, standing there, striking poses in front of those girls?"
He turned, confused. "What girls?"
"That girl," Liana hissed, her voice low and dangerously sweet.
Javier glanced over his shoulder and instantly went pale. On the roadside, a crowd of Arjam girls had gathered, whispering and giggling, faces flushed with excitement. A few had already fainted after catching sight of Javier's "cool" pose, sprawled dramatically along the edge of the street.
He swallowed hard. "Err… I… I…"
"I what, young master~?" Liana stepped closer, her presence suddenly heavy. In one hand, she dragged a thick wooden plank, leaving a faint trail in the dirt.
"Uh… Liana? Let's… let's talk about this calmly."
"No, no~" Liana cut him off, her smile sharp and her aura even sharper. "I'm asking you, why are you showing off in front of all those girls, hmm?"
