The tent was left with only the female knight, hiding her laughter behind her hand, and Motan, who seemed dazed and as if he had narrowly escaped a great disaster.
After a while.....
Motan smacked his lips, turned to the female knight beside him, and cautiously asked, "Yizou, do you think the Knight Commander will just let me go?"
"No."
Continuing to peel the apple for Motan, Yizou shook her head vigorously, then couldn't help but smile and said, "Senior, you really are... It's a good thing. Why would you use the term 'let go'?"
Motan chuckled dryly, "I don't think it's a good thing at all."
"Don't you feel it's a pity, senior?"
"Pity about what?"
"To push away such a great honor?"
"Not at all."
Motan replied firmly.
"That's something senior would say."
Yizou laughed again. Spending such a long time with him, she finally had a slight understanding of her senior's personality.
In short, it's just...
"Hey! Is anyone there? If someone's here, I'm coming in!"
