"So, what's your impression of me?"
"Hmm… Kind, generous, and never letting your emotions be swayed by worldly things. You seem as holy as a goddess, but for some reason, you love telling dirty jokes you've picked up from somewhere. In the end, it's all just talk. The moment someone gets serious, you chicken out." The Lord began seriously, but then he let out a sly chuckle, his tone shifting completely. "Of course, you're also gorgeous, with long, slender legs. Most importantly, our future kids definitely won't go hungry."
"Father, Father, why won't Sister Fatir's children go hungry?" Little Buji immediately popped out from Levi's head, her expression curious and inquisitive.
"That's grown-up business. Little kids shouldn't pry," Levi said, silencing her with a piece of white milk candy.
