[This guy... could he have some issues with his sexual orientation?]
Watching Ramorok's figure disappear at the end of the street, Motan instinctively raised his hands to hug his shoulders, shivering a bit, feeling not quite right.
What does it mean to only care about things you're interested in!
And what do you mean by looking forward to seeing me tomorrow!
The way you talk is really easy to misunderstand!
Even though objectively speaking, the possibility of Ramorok being 'interested' in him in some peculiar way isn't very high, recalling the awkward farewell words from earlier, Motan felt a chill down his spine.
"Never mind, never mind, I don't want to think about these messy things."
After shivering for a while, Motan forcefully patted his cheeks, forcibly expelling the smiling, gentle-looking figure with at least five figures of death from his mind, muttering softly: "The focus now is, how to handle the Holy Spear Knight Academy in the group battle…"
