Chaste

Margaret laughed and tapped Elmer's head, pursing her lips as she smiled. She said, "What's going on in that head of yours? You never used to ask these kinds of questions. Before, you wouldn't even dare to hold Luna's hand, right? Hehe, you've made some progress lately. You know that university students nowadays are different from when your mom was young. I don't oppose you dating Luna. She's such a sweet girl, and you should treat her well."

Elmer didn't expect his three words to lead his mom to talk about Luna. He felt a bit annoyed and said, "I just think mom should use some cosmetics. People look more energetic when they put on makeup. People rely on clothes, and beauty relies on makeup, right?"

"Your mom is getting older. Why would she need makeup? You little rascal, are you worried about not knowing which cosmetics to buy for Luna? Is that why you're asking mom? Just ask her directly, and mom will tell you," Margaret said, tapping Elmer's head again.