She turned her back to me, and my eyes involuntarily looked at her slender waist, unable to help but admire her beautiful figure.

I quickly retracted my eyes and couldn't let myself down too much, otherwise it would damage my image.

It's a square. There's basically no shelter around except this forest. There are many people walking around the street around the square. If she wants to go back, she'll be seen by others.

When I decided to give her a hand, I asked her, "Where do you live? I can take you back.

Little butterfly also knows she can't go back in this way. If she walks back in...