I, alongside Little Bowl, was earnestly undertaking the final pre-battle preparations.
Although she had become increasingly affectionate and clingy, when it came to combat, Little Bowl transformed into a serious and composed individual. We sat down at the tables and chairs in the room, and she sat upright across from me, rationally discussing the pros and cons of the plan and using paper and pen to draw diagrams for further illustration. Seeing her suddenly become so calm, I felt a bit uneasy.
She glanced at me, suddenly put down her pen, then came over to me, and hugged me face-to-face.
"Let's discuss like this," she said with a smile.
I felt as though she had seen through my heart, while sensing her soft, delicate, fragrant body, as we continued exchanging the remaining opinions.
