"You thorny rose, do your tender petals stay tightly shut for me?" Chekin used an incredibly lewd and twisted poem to express his emotions, prompting Little Ai to giggle secretly. Furious, Elise raised her fist, ready to pound a bump onto his head.
"Richard, I think I just saw a real beauty! Definitely one of your Beamon Sparer Clan bird-women! A peacock beauty!" Elise's fist didn't land; instead, she pointed outside the window and jabbed Chekin's waist with her other hand.
"Where? Where?" Chekin craned his neck forward like a food-seeking turtle.
Avril immediately leaned in as well.
The three heads clustered together at the window, dumbfounded.
There really was a peacock beauty on the street—the dazzling rainbow-colored long hair said it all!
