This time, Pannis was completely at a loss for words, like a fish pulled out of water, his mouth opening and closing, but he couldn't make a sound. This time, it was Freya's turn to smile like a fox that had stolen a chicken, squinting her eyes and saying, "What's the matter? Are you surprised? Isn't this what you wanted? Why do you look so shocked when you get it? This isn't like you at all, dear Mr. Pannis."
"This time, you've really surprised me," Pannis said, touching his nose and smiling bitterly: "Honestly, I never dreamed you would say something like that, or, I could never have guessed it would be you saying it."
"Oh?" Freya's eyes sparkled with mirth, her radiant smile made it easy to overlook her voluptuous figure: "So, who do you think should be saying something like that?"
"No one would," Pannis shook his head: "According to my original thoughts, none of you would be so forthright about your feelings, especially you, it's absolutely impossible."
