However, Merica often quietly cast her gaze towards Shane, and whenever Shane noticed, she would hurriedly lower her head in a flustered manner, with her face blushing red. That scene had become quite an enjoyable sight along their journey.
To this, Shane had grown accustomed.
He had already figured out what this elf girl was thinking, so he wasn't the slightest bit anxious.
Not only was he not anxious, Shane was secretly looking forward to whether the elf girl would, one day, like Tielle, rush up for an unwarranted scolding.
Still, Shane found Merica's attractiveness very tempting.
But he was in no rush.
No, more accurately, being anxious would be futile.
The girl was much more innocent than he had imagined; he could scare her off just by trying to strike up a conversation, so he could only wait like this.
He couldn't very well force himself upon her, right?
Wouldn't that be hooliganism?
He was not that kind of person.
With such thoughts, Shane remained cool and composed.
