The scorching sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, yet an absurd scene unfolded in the spacious and bright room.
The young mistress sitting lifelessly on the double bed sobbed endlessly, her black, disheveled hair naturally hanging down in front of her chest, serving as the only thing covering her.
Patches of snow-white skin were exposed to the air, appearing especially delicate under the sunlight. Her usually bright and shining eyes had become red, as she nestled in Haruka Yuzan's arms, mumbling incessantly.
"Haru, Haruka, you must believe me....."
"Okay, I believe you."
Haruka Yuzan, somewhat helplessly, reached out and gently stroked the young mistress's back.
He had never imagined that Chiba-san would actually kiss him on the spot, and... the impact it had on Otome after he kissed another girl was greater than he had expected!
Rage, murderous intent, and a stubbornness bordering on a mutual destruction, Haruka Yuzan could understand all of that, even expected it, but...
Glancing at the tear-stained young mistress in front of him, Haruka Yuzan couldn't help but gently stroke her hair, "Alright, Otome, no more crying, I know."
Otome Mizuko kept goading Chiba Shimizu into a do-or-die situation, to directly kiss Haruka Yuzan, so... even though her "life" was "tarnished," Miss Otome could only silently endure, with self-blame and grievance > anger in her heart.
Because the kiss between the two was, after all, commanded by the young mistress herself!!!
Chiba Shimizu stood by the bed, her cold eyes fixated on the scene unfolding on the bed, her thin red lips sneered.
Her condescending manner was unmistakably that of a victor!!
Hmph, such petty tricks, and you dare to show off in front of me??
If the feelings between her and Haruka Yuzan were confined to the heart, then no matter how Otome Mizuko provoked her today, Chiba Shimizu wouldn't take her first kiss lightly.
But now... kissing and such, she had done it many times before, so what if there's an audience now?
Haruka Yuzan lifted his head and glanced at the graceful figure not far away, his eyes filled with helplessness.
At this moment, Otome Mizuko was like a wounded kitten, curled up in his arms, slowly... the sound of crying gradually subsided, and looking down,
he found that the young mistress had passed out from excess grief??
However, Haruka Yuzan was more inclined to believe that the young mistress had simply fallen asleep due to exhaustion from the past few days, coupled with the recent spiritual shock, a double blow to both body and mind.
Brushing away the messy strands of hair, he revealed her pitiable beautiful face, which appeared tranquil and serene after the sadness, radiating a beauty that was damaged yet whole....
Indeed, although she was the same age as himself, the pressure she bore on her shoulders each day was significantly different.
Attending school, managing company affairs, and even taking time every day to seek out Haruka Yuzan, to prevent someone else from snatching away the man she admired.
What was supposed to be a time of romantic idealism in a campus setting, now marred by kidnapping and assassination attempts?
If it weren't for Haruka Yuzan's coincidental passing by that day, perhaps... a Gao Ling Zhi Hua of Tokyo might have wilted away on that summer's night.
The responsibilities borne by the young mistress made her seem all the more delicate and pitiable.
With each breath, Otome Mizuko still incessantly uttered words of apology,
"Haru, Haruka, I didn't mean to..... you must forgive me."
Seeing this, Haruka Yuzan sighed softly, "All right, all right, I know, it's not your fault....."
He slowly covered the young mistress with a nearby blanket, and the tense atmosphere instantly became quiet and peaceful with the young mistress's slumber.
No, perhaps this is just the beginning.
Chiba Shimizu said nothing, gave Otome Mizuko a cold look, and then sat back down on the sofa, picking up the magazine she hadn't finished reading and started anew.
Even now, she still maintained an unruffled demeanor?
Haruka Yuzan lay in bed, his eyes blankly staring at the ceiling, the young mistress clinging tightly to him. Gradually, an intense drowsiness overtook him.
The breeze outside stirred a corner of the white curtains.
When he next opened his eyes, dusk had already enveloped the entire room.
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Looking at the delicate young girl in his arms, her face serene, her breathing steady, a hint of red from the eye makeup around her beautiful eyes, it seemed... she had just cried not long ago.
The good news is, the young mistress was still deep in slumber, her delicate arms tightly wrapped around his neck, refusing to let go.
Chiba Shimizu was still sitting quietly in the corner of the room, reading, the same as before she fell asleep, without the slightest change in posture.
It was as if... everything that had just happened was merely a passing dream.
"Otome, wake up, it's time to eat..."
Haruka Yuzan poked the smooth and tender cheek of the young girl, QQ bouncy to the touch, very pleasant to feel.
Otome Mizuko murmured uncomfortably, then turned her little head to the other side, as if... she still wanted to linger in bed?
"Otome Mizuko is grumpy when she wakes up, but, it probably doesn't matter if it's you."