Once Fast the sheep had worn himself out playing and lain down to rest, Damian also came down from the excitement he had not felt in so long, suddenly realizing-
He seemed to have...
Broken character!
He was Damian Wayne, the aloof, sharp-tongued cool guy, the ruthless, merciless genius assassin!
What had he done?!
Played around with a sheep?! Even hugged him and rolled around on the ground?! With other people right there?!!!
(=°ω°)ﾉ|...
Damian felt he might not be doing so well...
He quietly searched for the other two-Miaomiao was in a little circle of sheep, asleep against one of them, but Jonathan was nowhere to be seen.
Damian darted up a tree, and only then did he spot Jonathan in the distance, carrying a bucket of fresh water and walking leisurely toward them.
Maybe... they hadn't seen what he'd been doing?
Clinging to a sliver of hope, Damian quickly adjusted his expression, returning to his usual look of seeming to challenge everyone he laid eyes on. The expensive shirt he wore, however, had been thoroughly abused and would not be so easy to restore.
"Damian." Little Jo came over with the water and greeted him first. "Is Miaomiao asleep?"
"Looks like it." Damian cleared his throat and asked with feigned nonchalance, "Were you off fetching water just now?"
Having said that, Damian stared hard at Little Jo's face, determined not to miss the slightest change.
"Ah, yeah. The cows and sheep all need water. Did something happen?"
Damian studied Little Jo's expression. His face was calm, his gaze did not shift evasively, and he even looked a little puzzled. Unless this guy was an excellent actor, that could only mean he really had not seen anything.
Well, at least he probably had not seen anything particularly outrageous.
"No,