"Actually, I do prefer them on the smaller side."
Right in front of everyone, Fang Mo said it openly.
"Wha..."
"Of course, that's not what you think."
Before anyone could speak, Fang Mo waved a hand and cut them off. "By small, I mean adult women who are petite, pure-hearted, and gentle—like my wife."
"Are you sure about that?"
Jotaro Kujo raised an eyebrow.
"Obviously."
Fang Mo rolled his eyes. "Sure, she always kicks me and curses at me, won't eat cilantro or chili peppers, throws drunken tantrums when she gets drunk, completely ignores everyone once she gets absorbed in something she likes, and even wants to fuck me instead—but even so, I'll love her forever."
"...Are you sure that counts as pure-hearted and gentle?"
Hol Horse couldn't help asking, "Why do I feel like you brought home a giant powder keg?"
"Don't worry, she's not as tall as a powder keg."
Fang Mo wiped his face. "Though her temper isn't as good as one either."
"Then why do you still..."
"But she's the only one in this world who understands me."
Fang Mo spoke slowly. "We share each other's memories, come from the same hometown, possess the same understanding, logic, and values. She was willing to cross endless multiverses to walk beside me, willing to work day and night in that vast white emptiness, doing those tedious tasks... You know nothing about the weight of this love."
"That doesn't sound right, though."
Someone else spoke up. "I've seen you acting pretty fond of little girls too..."
"That's a completely different matter."
Fang Mo shook his head. "A true strong man wouldn't bully those snot-nosed brats under the excuse of love, then do things worse than beasts."
"Innocence isn't childishness, gentleness isn't ignorance, and being pure and well-behaved doesn't mean