"Lady, what miracle did you give me? You're not a witch, are you?"
Lucien smiled, a deadly and dangerous smile. That smile was like seeing a 90% discount on a luxury bag—too good, too dangerous to pass up. I felt my knees go weak.
NO! THIS IS NOT A CRISIS OF RISING GAS PRICES! THIS IS A BLESSING OF A RIGHTEOUS CHILD!
"A miracle?" I said, batting my eyes several times, trying to look as innocent as a baby biscuit (even though my brain was already processing a multi-level marketing scheme).
Lucien just stayed silent. His gaze was confused. Maybe he's reading my mind, which is currently filled with lyrics of my idol's songs, my wild imagination, and the current heartwarming situation. Then, he smiled faintly again.
I immediately puffed out my chest, putting on a confidence level higher than property prices in the Capital.
