The Female Leads Truly Loves You Chapter 188: You really do look like a family

Dressed in an orange Super Saiyan outfit, Sam walked quietly on the outskirts of the crowd.

Those who laid eyes on him found it difficult to look away, as if they couldn’t believe that a boy who seed to have stepped right out of an ani, could possess such a unique aura.

But Sam’s gaze wasn’t on these onlookers.

He looked towards the stage and saw her clearly.

How should one describe the Sophie in Sam’s mind?

She wasn’t so unapproachable girl.

She was more like a child living in her own world, navigating life with her own principles and the wisdom gained from her experiences.

Occasionally she seed too mature, but more often, she was stubbornly naive.

Opinionated, almost to the point of not listening to others’ advice or reasoning.

Yet, she was also like a child who hated to lose, often making her competitiveness her greatest weakness.

All things considered, Sam found this girl endearing, but not in an obvious way. Her charm was sothing that required a deeper understanding.

But at this mont, the Sophie that stood on the stage in Sam’s eyes,

Possessed a charisma that was unforgettable at first glance, a kind of allure that transcended any orientation or preference, one that would inevitably elicit admiration.

Because there is a universal pursuit of beauty.

And it is the many definitions of beauty that have led to the myriad of preferences and so-called personalities.

What was before him now was a primal, fundantal sense of beauty that one could feel.

No...

It wasn’t fundantal at all.

Because very few could reach this level.

The red and white retro dress looked sowhat complex, but Sam knew it was a priestess outfit.

His sister Ava had worn one before, but not quite like this.

Sophie’s priestess garb was a bit more retro, and it should have seed a bit more old-fashioned, but the miraculous thing was that on her, it didn’t look outdated in the slightest.

Instead, standing under the spotlight on the stage, she exuded a quiet beauty.

This beauty allowed her to stand there, radiating a magical glow, casting a spell that seed to demand reverence.

Although Ava looked good in the priestess outfit to Sam, compared to Sophie in front of him, he realized Ava still had a greenness about her, lacking a certain sothing.

Perhaps it was that innate quality.

Sophie stood on the display, her gaze stern, not soft at all.

There was no sign of nervousness, her icy deanor more akin to what people imagine a deities’ maiden to be.

Now Sam understood why people below kept exclaiming that this was truly what a deities’ maiden looked like.

Pure.

Sacred.

Untouchable.

And utterly indifferent to mortals.

As for the sowhat familiar hairstyle and the bow in her hand,

Sam imdiately realized who Isabella had dressed her up as.

Inuyasha.

The white clothes, red skirt, and the long bow in hand, coupled with that perfect expression,

It was breathtakingly beautiful.

Without uttering a word, without any need for lines, and even without much movent, she perfectly recreated the character.

The sight made Sam irresistibly want to take out his phone and snap a photo of her.

But this action was obviously noticed by Sophie, who slightly furrowed her brows and looked down at Sam, her eyes clearly conveying a ssage.

Isabella walked up to Sam with a smile.

"Not bad, right? Now do you trust my judgnt?" she said.

Sam couldn’t help but be impressed.

"I admit, you’ve got a knack for this..."

"Then don’t let her stand up there all alone, or we might end up taking orders from her for a month. Get up there," Isabella urged.

"What? I have to go up too?"

"What else? You think I had you cosplay just to be a spectator? Get moving! I’ll be right behind you!"

Sam was half-pushed, half-led onto the stage by Everly, along with a few other cosplayers.

But whether it was Everly’s idea or the others agreed, Sam and Sophie were pushed to the very center, the so-called pri spot, fully exposed to the caras and various smartphones.

It was like being the moon surrounded by a constellation of stars.

Everly, temporarily acting as the host, smiled at the increasingly large crowd gathering around the booth and said,

"Don’t rush, folks. There will be a chance for individual photos and autographs with the cosplayers shortly. However, our convention is here with a charitable purpose. All proceeds, after covering the rental of the venue and the cost of materials and manpower, will go to support children with disabilities. So, we will be asking for a small fee..."

Even with the ntion of a charge, the enthusiasm at the edge of the event didn’t wane; in fact, it grew even more fervent.

"I want a photo with Inuyasha! I have a request—can you step on my face with your foot?!"

"Please, I’ll pay any amount!!"

Sophie frowned and muttered under her breath, "That’s disgusting, why would soone make such a weird request?"

Sam couldn’t help but laugh at her misfortune.

"That’s for all the tis you’ve made fun of ; now it’s your turn to face the music."

No sooner had Sam finished speaking,

"Ah, Goku is so cool, can I have a kiss?!"

"Mr. Goku! I want to have your babies!!"

If it were a girl saying this, Sam might have understood.

But what did it an coming from a burly guy like this?

Seeing Sam’s forced smile, it was now Sophie’s turn to revel in schadenfreude.

"Is this your karma too?" she teased.

Sam replied irritably, "This is your fault for dragging into this."

"Whatever."

Both of them had co to help, but probably no one had anticipated that Sophie and Sam would be such a hit, not to ntion Isabella, who was already experienced and quite famous in the cosplay scene.

Suddenly, they beca the focus and core of the entire convention.

Therefore, Everly and Silas, eager to raise more funds for the event, decided on the spot to set up a separate line for the three stars.

This was for the distribution of autographed photos, and of course, it would take so ti to print out so many pictures of the trio.

So, the rules were slightly modified, allowing visitors to choose to buy the photos taken on the spot from the convention staff, with just a small additional fee. They could also have signatures directly on items or clothing they brought with them.

Sophie, of course, found it a bit of a hassle, but once she knew the convention’s purpose was for charity, she didn’t back out. She started signing with a hint of impatience but in an orderly fashion.

Three lines ford, stretching out long, which ant so cosplayers were left without much attention. However, these cosplayers didn’t feel bitter; they were actually quite eager to help manage the crowd looking for autographs.

Sam understood.

If it weren’t for such a pure and benevolent charitable wish, these people wouldn’t be here, willing to be cosplayers without any compensation, and might even be out of pocket.

So they just hoped for more and more people to join the lines; who the lines were for didn’t seem to matter as much.

"Line up here, take it easy, no need to rush, and no cutting in line... The convention still has plenty of ti to go, everyone can go to other places first, get so signatures, and we won’t charge you twice~"

"Sign here, right?"

"Yes, yes, right on my back!"

To be honest, avoiding all physical contact while signing was a bit difficult for Sophie, but she managed.

As for Sam, things started to get a bit awkward.

At first, it was fine.

Just taking so photos with female fans or signing autographs on rchandise they bought.

But then it escalated.

"Are you sure you want it signed here?!"

Sam looked at the girl in front of him.

A young girl, but with exceptionally large breasts.

Her breasts were so exaggerated, they were almost comical.

Yet the girl had a smile on her face and looked at Sam with hopeful eyes.

"Yes, right here, please!" she insisted.

Sam turned his head to look at Everly.

"Is this appropriate?"

Everly’s expression was a bit awkward, probably because it was the first ti she had encountered such a request.

"It’s fine... just think of it as... a stretchy piece of clothing."

Sam had no choice but to sign.

After signing, Silas leaned in close to Sam and whispered.

"How did it feel? Dude, I’ve never seen such exaggerated breasts in all these years."

Sam replied thoughtfully.

"I don’t think her breasts are real."

"Ah... how can you tell?"

"The elasticity and the feel were off."

"Wait, how co you’re so experienced?"

At that mont.

"Um, may I make a small request?"

A little girl approached nervously, standing between Sam and Sophie.

Everly crouched down and asked.

"Of course you can make a request. As long as it’s within our power, we’ll fulfill it."

The little girl’s eyes widened as she spoke.

"Can I have a photo taken with both of them?"

Together?

Before Sophie could react, Everly imdiately said.

"Of course! Why not? Co on, Sam, and Sophie, let’s do this."

Sam saw the similarly troubled expression on Sophie’s face, but it seed she couldn’t resist the hopeful look in the girl’s eyes, especially since Everly had already agreed.

She wouldn’t want to be a spoilsport under these circumstances.

Besides... the girl’s family had paid.

So the two of them moved closer to the little girl, one on each side, the scene almost resembling a family of three.

The little girl’s brother, in charge of taking the photo, seed very happy, continuously saying.

"Could you move a bit closer, please?"

"Yes, just a little bit closer, thank you both, just a bit closer."

They were practically sticking together.

Sophie was not accustod to such contact, whether it was the little girl sandwiched in the middle or the warmth she could feel emanating from Sam...

She felt an urge to flee, struggling to contain the instinctive desire to escape.

"Click."

Sam’s hand suddenly rested on her shoulder. Experience tales at .Côm

Sophie’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing unnaturally.

Before she could react, she heard a voice.

"Is this pose okay?"

"It’s absolutely perfect, please, just hold it for three seconds!"

Those three seconds.

Felt like an eternity.

Sophie hadn’t expected such a thing to happen. Was he aware of her desire to flee and simply wanted to fulfill the little girl’s wish?

Or was he taking advantage of the situation?

She didn’t know.

All she knew was that Sam’s arm was strong yet gentle, even though it wasn’t directly touching her skin, just a layer of clothing between them.

Even so.

The warmth of his palm seed to penetrate without question.

Sophie didn’t even know what she was thinking at that mont.

Her face was just flushed, her heart racing, awkwardly enduring this unprecedented contact.

Sam... with his arm around her shoulder.

Until the little girl finished taking the photo and said politely to them.

"Thank you both!"

Sam let go of her, crouched down, and playfully pinched the little girl’s cheek.

"No problem, I wish you a smooth growth, and always be healthy and happy."

Sophie seed to take a while to recover, watching Sam as he stood up beside her.

She was just about to speak.

And at that mont, a voice appeared out of nowhere.

An unanticipated cold breeze.

As if suddenly, winter was coming.

And the content of the voice was...

"Sophie, Sam. Looks like you’re having a lot of fun, you really do look like a family."

Angel had arrived?