Damn, there was a certain beauty to being spoiled.
Just a few hours together, and Haru could clearly feel it. Perhaps Miss Soyo had never once forgotten her idea of wanting to spoil him rotten. Her ticulous, mother-like care was honestly a little too powerful.
"…Please, Haru, sit still and don't move around."
Her warm jade-like fingers suddenly pressed harder, sending a current shooting up the back of his neck.
That calm, sweet voice whispered from behind his ear. Standing behind him, Soyo was massaging his shoulders, her hands kneading with just the right strength. The blend of that massage and the faint aroma of incense made his whole body loosen up.
Recalling the "lunch" session from earlier, Haru chuckled and asked, "How do you feel now? Could it be Soyo-san is still angry?"
The girl froze mid-motion.
But a mont later, she continued pressing down as if nothing had happened. Her adorable face reddened slightly, and the calm, even tone she had used before seed hard to maintain. All she could manage was a faint response.
"I'm not angry. After all, I've already gotten used to this sly personality of yours."
At the beginning of lunch, she had still been feeding him with chopsticks and a spoon, but in the end, he had completely turned it into her feeding him directly. Before long, even Soyo herself had not escaped turning into the "dish" that was savored quite thoroughly.
Even if she had truly felt a bit upset, it had all lted away just monts ago.
Haru blinked for two seconds, then gave a wry smile.
"Girls having tempers seems perfectly normal to . If you feel unhappy because I 'teased' you, I'd rather you tell directly. Don't worry that I'd find it troubleso."
"If it were before… maybe I would have kept my words to myself. But now, even if Haru teases terribly, I don't feel any unhappiness at all. On the contrary..."
Her words suddenly cut off. Soyo paused in silence for half a second, then continued with ears glowing red. "After all, in front of Haru, I'm just an easy girl to deal with."
Really?
The look on Haru's face grew thoughtful. Even though she couldn't see his expression from behind, it was as if she could read his mind, because she abruptly stopped her hands. Her once shy cheeks slowly turned into a gentle smile.
She leaned closer toward him, the scent of incense mingling with her own natural fragrance, a blend intoxicating enough to draw anyone in.
But the next second, Haru forced himself awake.
"Husband? Were you just secretly thinking sothing like, 'You're not easy to deal with at all,' inside your head?"
What? You can tell even that?
So we're not even pretending anymore!
"No no no, how could I possibly think sothing like that!"
A faint layer of sweat ford on Haru's forehead. He was well-experienced in dealing with his "wife," Miss Soyo, and knew very clearly what kind of situation this was, and what kind of crisis he was facing.
First of all, her fake smile.
In this state, Nagasaki Soyo might look like she was smiling, but deep down she was already a little upset. If Haru didn't handle her emotions well right now, just a little push further and she would explode.
Just like her surna, when that ti ca it would truly be an artistic detonation like Deidara's.
The best response at this ti was, of course, to go along with her mood. Even if she seed cold or resistant, as long as he kept expressing his love, it would work out in the end. The only condition was never to ntion other won in front of her.
"Alright, alright."
Her sweetly smiling voice made Haru instinctively prepare to argue again, but he caught a sly glint in her eyes. She simply reached out, pinched his lips lightly shut, then leaned down to softly bite his neck.
Only after leaving a red mark on his collarbone did she nod to herself with satisfaction.
Just as Haru knew his wife well, how could a wife not know her husband?
"…."
Haru sucked in a sharp breath, his gaze toward Soyo turning complicated.
Right now, she clearly held the advantage. If it ca to direct confrontation, Haru wouldn't necessarily lose, but co nightfall, who knew what might happen. For now, it was better to bide his ti.
Endure for now!
Perhaps because he had kept teasing her earlier, leaving her no chance to catch her breath, a smile gradually rose in Soyo's eyes. She deliberately leaned in, her words dripping with honey, and whispered slowly in his ear.
"You know, I was really scared before. What if Haru started hating because of it…"
At that, Haru raised an eyebrow, curiosity flashing as he looked at her. "It might be a bit late to ask, but did you really have so thoughts like that at the ti?"
"What kind of thoughts~?"
Soyo humd twice like she had rembered sothing amusing. She stopped massaging his shoulders, crossed her long legs, and sat down right beside him. Then, she deliberately pressed her head against his chest.
"Maybe, I would have been so sad that I'd go find you and commit double suicide with you?"
How terrifying!
Haru could guess she was teasing him, getting back at him for bullying her earlier. But her smile carried no trace of cheer, her expression unreadable. It was as if she really could do sothing that extre.
"Just kidding~"
Seeing Haru's entertaining reaction, Miss Soyo couldn't help but laugh. This woman, always full of "cunning," "sches," and "trickery," now looked like a child pursing her lips, her smile radiating pure, genuine joy.
Her pure and radiant smile made it hard for Haru, sitting beside her, to look away.
She smiled, her eyes lowering like lilies of the valley touched with morning dew. Her hair, spilling from her temples down to her chest, trembled slightly with her movent, shimring faintly under the warm lamp light.
Only then did he truly realize, Miss Soyo was nothing more than an ordinary high school girl. Even if her appearance was more mature and seductive than her peers, her heart was far more youthful and adorable than anyone else's.
"Hm?"
Her perfect smile vanished into a sudden weightlessness, as she found herself lifted straight into his arms. Her face flickered with a trace of bewildernt, ears burning red as she looked nervously up at Haru.
"Before dinner, let's just stay like this for a while."
Haru buried his nose in her neck, a childlike gesture of affection. A softness flickered in her eyes, but just as she was about to say sothing, her beautiful face flushed crimson.
"…Husband, is it really just hugging?"
"Don't rush. I just wanted to asure Miss Soyo's size, so I'll know what pretty clothes to buy you later."
"…You sly thing."
Endure for now?
Enough is enough, no need to endure any longer!
Haru, without hesitation, equipped his full build Chinese taserver Xin Zhao jungle rune build, deciding to charge into the jungle with skill one, spear like a dragon, invading rcilessly, sotis ganking Soyo's river crab on top lane, sotis stealing her red buff on bottom.
Soyo seed unable to catch the subtext in Haru's words. She only played shyly with a strand of hair, twisting it around her finger, but a hard-to-hide delight had settled between her brows.
Maybe she really was exactly as she had said before. In front of her open-hearted husband, she was simply a girl who was very easy to handle.
"Are you really sure you don't need it?"
"Of course."
After Soyo answered so naturally, Haru gave a half-smile that was hard to read. Imdiately she noticed sothing amiss, and a flash of anxiety crossed her eyes.
"If Soyo says she doesn't need it, then I'll just go back to my room and sleep~"
"Wait… wait!"
Just as Haru rose to leave, Soyo, face flushed, grabbed his sleeve. She lowered her clear blue eyes without a word, her voice trembling a little.
Obviously, she could no longer keep up the composure she'd shown a mont ago.
Soyo's bashful face grew even rosier, and she instinctively curled closer into his arms. Under the orange lamp light, her skin looked like delicate pudding, pale and tender. Her carefully styled brown curls were soft and slled faintly sweet.
She seed to want to say sothing, then stop, then try again, but in the end she let her hands speak.
The hands that always toyed with her hair reached out and, quietly, unbuttoned Haru's collar, one button after another, each movent gentle as if cherishing him.
"You've spent the whole day, even Haru… you must be almost at your limit by now, right?"
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, fine snow clung to the glass. The cold air beyond the pane contrasted sharply with the warm room inside. There was no wind to be heard, only each other's breathing.
And the heartbeat.
Hot breath seed ready to lt the snow piled on the windowsill. Soyo pressed her forehead to his neck, and waves of genuine feeling and affection flooded her chest, making her take a deep breath.
From this position she could easily sll him, his scent warr than the sun, a floral note that made her relax without aning to, at the sa ti a catalyst that intoxicated her.
"I have waited for this mont, for such a long, long ti, you know?"
"Not only Mutsumi, even Tomori… Tomori, and even Anon, every one of them has already left far behind, but I ca before them all, so I've been so anxious I couldn't sleep, and I could only…"
She was not one to stay up late.
"This is all Haru's fault, why I've beco like this."
Her gentle face grew feverishly hot, her blue eyes full of an unbearable tension and expectation. She lifted her brows into an inverted eight shape, and with a plaintive, tender look she gazed at Haru.
Her words sounded as if he had committed so unforgivable sin.
"It seems I have to take responsibility."
Haru gently pressed his forehead to hers. Before he knew it, their fingers were entwined. Though she usually seed weak and frail, the pressure in her hand now was unusually strong.
"Of course you must take responsibility."
Nagasaki Soyo simply pursed her lips, her eyes shining with a dreamy light.
"Make … a real wife."
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