For a moment, she thought she might faint.
Watching him move without the slightest hesitation, she immediately realized this was simply part of his everyday life.
"How old are you now, Roen?"
"Huh? Um... fourteen."
Though nervous, Roen answered each of his questions little by little.
When she learned that there was almost twice that much difference between their ages, she was so shocked that she nearly hit her head against the window she was wiping.
She knew it was rude, but she found herself staring at him anyway, unable to understand it.
In the end, she forced herself to conclude that perhaps he had taken some kind of medicine that kept him looking young.
"...Alright. Then let's start making lunch."
There's still more!?
Without taking a single break, Qiong Xing immediately began preparing lunch.
He chopped vegetables into rough pieces and tossed them one after another into a pot.
Well... that part does seem rather manly.
For some reason, that thought reassured Roen.
