Amily had been quietly enduring the entire way, but once they arrived at the bar, she could no longer resist and grabbed the man's arm, asking, "Ose, do I look beautiful today?"
She stopped walking, and at that moment, the two of them were standing right at the bar's entrance, where the dazzling lights shone as bright as day, allowing them to see each other clearly.
Fierce Eagle raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes landing on the woman. Although there was a smile on his lips, his gaze remained indifferent, "Not bad."
He spat out two words, a lukewarm evaluation that felt very underwhelming.
Amily couldn't help but be amused and frustrated. Not bad? What kind of compliment was that?
"I'm asking you, do I look beautiful or not?!" she persisted, determined to get a straight answer from him that night.
"Today, you are the protagonist; even without dressing up, you are still the center of attention," Fierce Eagle said with a smile, still not giving a direct answer.
