He rarely showed a sincere smile: "Thanks to your care..."
Dale felt the warmth of the master's palm, and her heartbeat involuntarily accelerated.
This gentle touch almost made her melt.
She quietly moved closer, almost pressing against Ron, longing for more intimate contact.
But Ron quickly realized the impropriety of this intimacy.
Without leaving a trace, he withdrew his hand and gently pushed the Sea Demon Girl away, his actions gentle yet firm.
Dale's eyes flashed with a trace of disappointment but it was quickly concealed.
She understood that the master's care for her was pure, without any other color.
This realization made her heart both sweet and bitter, like tasting a cup of bitter medicine with honey.
Ailan sensed the subtle change between the two but wisely said nothing.
She quietly prepared breakfast, her verdant branches skillfully manipulating various utensils and ingredients.
