When Son Gohan woke from his meditative training, he saw Eliza sitting on the bed, staring at him without blinking with her beautiful eyes.
Son Gohan smiled. There was no other emotion mixed into that smile; he was simply happy.
Eliza smiled as well, and Son Gohan felt as if the world before his eyes had suddenly brightened.
Now he understood that saying from his previous life: when you fell in love with someone, their smile would make your heart flutter more than anything else.
After walking out of the recovery room, Son Gohan stretched, his entire body crackling and popping.
Behind him, Eliza was frowning as she examined the outfit she was wearing.
"Say, Son Gohan, are you sure I look good in this outfit?" Eliza raised her head and asked him skeptically.
Looking at that familiar black-and-white dress, Son Gohan immediately began making things up. "Of course. Look at its fluffy skirt—it lets you use kicks without restraint, while also providing a certain concealment effect for your attacks."
"And look at the patterns on it. From top to bottom, they give off a dignified yet simple feeling, without the slightest hint of being flashy."
Listening to Son Gohan's babble, Eliza was a little surprised. This was the first time she had seen him act like this, which only deepened her doubts.
"You really like this outfit?" Eliza suddenly asked.
"Yeah, I really do," Son Gohan answered bluntly.
"Then do I look good wearing it?" Eliza asked, spinning around.
"Good. Very good. Extremely good!" Son Gohan replied without hesitation.
"Then why don't you wear it?" Eliza continued.
"Because only girls can wear it. We men can't," Son Gohan answered again.
"But didn't you say it's an excellent combat outfit?" Eliza looked at Son Gohan suspiciously.
"Well, on my home