Then he ended up surrounded by elderly grandmothers insisting he was too skinny and needed to eat more soup. One old woman even pinched his cheek and said she'd adopt him if he wasn't already "contractually owned by Lady Seraphine."
His ears turned red.
Sir Jin… was less fortunate. Women threw themselves at him, literally offering to "stabilize his balance" by holding his hands. Or arms. Or waist.
"Yes, yes, just making sure your posture is straight," one woman boldly declared as she clung to his bicep.
Sir Jin looked like a man praying for knightly death.
Meanwhile, I had my own responsibilities.
