"Just when I was thinking about how to enact my pitiful and pathetic revenge, the Tokyo hunk didn't even know his own na."
Helpless.
He sighed, stood up, and continued his morning run.
The cool breeze of the early morning invigorated the spirits.
"Yuko, are you and Chiba back on good terms?"
"For the ti being, yes."
"Hm? That's sowhat unexpected."
"You didn't expect us to reconcile?"
"No, I didn't expect that just that question would have a third answer."
"We either made up or we didn't. Don't tell , you and Chiba-san have made so unspeakable contract?" Haruka Yuzan asked.
At this mont, Oto Yuko suddenly stopped, lifted her head, and stared at the man in front of her, acclaid as Tokyo's most handso, with an aura of divine craftsmanship adorning his handso face.
At just one glance, it was hard to look away.
If this were ancient tis, a handso poor boy like Haruka Yuzan would surely be imprisoned by so lord and played with rcilessly!
"Do you want us to make a contract?"
The delicate fingers of the rich lord's daughter traced the jawline of the Tokyo artist, teasing his Adam's apple, her luscious lips tender and slightly upturned.
"That kind of unspeakable contract, for instance, making Chiba Shimizu go to die or banishing her from Tokyo forever."
Her voice was light, like that of a haughty and arrogant miss, utterly indifferent to human life and death.
Haruka Yuzan's pupils shrank, and the corners of his mouth twitched. "That joke is a bit cold, Yuko."
"I'm not joking with you."
Oto Yuko leaned gently against Haruka Yuzan's chest, inhaling the scent of his sweat-soaked T-shirt, and her delicate cheeks involuntarily flushed a faded pink.
She instinctively wrinkled her nose, with an intoxicated look in her eyes, the scent of Mr. Haruka.
The morning sun rose slowly from the edge of the clouds, golden threads of light dusting down into the courtyard.
Chiba Shimizu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, her silver hair falling over her shoulders, watching in silence.
Misaki Saki, with a strawberry milk in hand, walked up to the girl and curiously asked, "Shimizu, it feels like sothing's been on your mind lately."
Chiba Shimizu's eyelashes trembled slightly. "Misaki, do you know what it's like to like soone?"
Her voice was cool, and Misaki Saki looked even more puzzled, "Not really sure, I haven't been in love."
Does Haruka count?
"Well, I guess it should feel really happy to be together."
Chiba Shimizu's fingertips gently slid across the glass window, the clear pane reflecting her serene and beautiful face:
"He says, the highest form of LOVE is DEAD FOR LOVE.
But I believe that the highest form of LOVE is LIVE FOR LOVE. I live out my life as his, I live for both of us."
"Because you're in love with him, you'll feel like a moth to the fla, you'll beco recklessly irrational—that's when, you're in love with him."
Her voice was very cool, serene.
Without any fluctuations or turmoil, just like the clear and cold depths of her eyes.
"I don't quite understand, but..."
Misaki Saki felt suffocated.
Reflecting upon her own relationship with Haruka, could they really end up together? Haruka has a fiancée, but what about herself? She's not even his girlfriend...
If, if... Haruka no longer wanted her, then...
She dared not think about it, nor did she want to.
"I'm sorry, Misaki, my mood seems to have affected you."
Chiba Shimizu sighed, turned around, and gave a faint smile to the little female imp beside her.
"It's okay, we're both moths to the fla."
Misaki Saki muttered, looking down.
The strawberry milk in her hand didn't seem so sweet anymore.
.......
"What's... what's going on?"
At the dining table.
Haruka Yuzan glanced to the left, Oto Yuko was serving him dishes.
Then he looked to the right, Arisugawa Hoshina seed depressed, troubled, and he looked across as Misaki Saki seed equally listless, completely wilted.
The atmosphere was sowhat amiss.
"Um, Misaki, where do you want to go have fun today?"
Reiko Onodera also seed to sense the mood and tried to lighten the atmosphere at the table.
"I don't know."
Misaki Saki remained listless.
Rika Onodera looked at her sister Misaki, and then at her mother, her big eyes turning round and round, seemingly lost in thought.
"I'm done eating."
At that mont, Chiba Shimizu suddenly spoke.
The girl put down her chopsticks, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and said, "Haruka Yuzan, co here for a mont."
Saying so, she walked alone toward the second floor.
Haruka Yuzan felt sowhat helpless and was just about to make up an excuse to Oto Yuko, but he heard the young miss say directly, "Go ahead, I'll wait for you down here."
Calm as if all this was within her expectations.
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