How Do You Deal with Girls?

Hiss...

Sean drew in a sharp breath. He hadn't expected Little White Flower's worries to stem from this.

This situation was going to be difficult to handle...

"Wallerup!" Daisy called again, anger on her delicate face. "Am I not attractive?"

Sean blinked, his face full of confusion and shock. "Generally speaking, when you come to that conclusion, it only proves one thing. Do you know what that is?"

Though she was aggrieved and dissatisfied, Sean's words still piqued Little White Flower's curiosity. She let go of a little of her emotion, and with the added indignation and grievance in her tone, she sounded more like she was sweetly sulking.

"What?"

"It can only prove that Sean Wallop is blind—" Sean said with a smile.

Roundabout praise often worked better. Driven by curiosity and aided by a bit of humor, the emotional value that followed would be amplified considerably.

The smile Daisy clearly couldn't hold back was the best proof.

Of course, it depended on the people involved—Sean was the one speaking, and Daisy was the one listening. That was the most important point.

Seeing this, Sean immediately struck while the iron was hot. "Not only would he have to be blind, but he'd have no sense of smell, be unable to hear a lovely voice, and be incapable of feeling gentle magic..."

Daisy muttered, "There's no one like that."

"Yeah, there's no one like that." Sean blinked.

Making the person asking the question arrive at the answer themselves had an even clearer effect.

To outsiders, this probably seemed like a completely absurd question, more like a little fit of temper from a girl in a bad mood.

After all, how could an adorable girl with delicate looks, a killer figure, an excellent personality, and formidable magic possibly lack charm?

But