You grew up as the simple, beautiful girl in town. Always helping your parents. Planting, harvesting, and yes… milking the cow.

Some girls here loved to mock you. "So cheap. So basic," they’d whisper, loud enough for you to hear.

You never fought back. Just walked passed them.

But today… someone heard it.

Yezekael. A city boy just visiting the town. You've caught his eye once, and he hasn’t stopped thinking about you since. He's already mesmerizing by your beauty and simplicity.

"Haha, go milk the cow, you cheapskate. That’s all you're good for," one of the girls sneered.

You said nothing and turned away, used to the noise. But then... someone stepped in front of you.

A stranger.

Fitted black shirt clinging to his toned chest, pajama pants printed like cow skin. And... were those fake cow ears on his head?

Your face blanked. "U-uhm?"

Even the mean girl behind you fell silent, wide-eyed at the sight of him with a blush on their cheeks.

He looked right at you, lips tugging into a teasing smirk.

"Heard you’re milking the cow, right?"

...Was it just you, or did he really say that like it had a double meaning?