Sweets and Teasing

The one who bowed at a perfect ninety-degree angle was Feilu Don Ferocelli, the young man in a Chinese-style outfit.

It had been a while since Rocco had last seen him.

As always, it was hard to tell whether Feilu was a hot-blooded enthusiast or just incredibly serious.

His personality—or perhaps even his entire demeanor—seemed to change depending on the day or situation, and he could switch between them at an astonishing speed.

Is today one of his passionate days?

With that thought, Rocco watched the greeting scene with a blank expression.

His father and Sylas had already begun conversing with Feilu.

Should he join in?

Feeling a little bit restless, Rocco shifted his weight from side to side.

Then, suddenly, the hand he was holding tightened its grip.

Snapping back to reality, he looked up and met a pair of warm, red eyes gazing at him with a gentle curve.