Under the sunlight, the summer leaves sparkled with a glimmer, as if they were edged in gold, cascading down like flames, with the heatwave of July permeating the air.
Tresses of black hair were tied up, revealing a delicate and pretty face, a white tank top, gray shorts, and skin full of collagen gleaming radiantly, making her look exceptionally youthful, vibrant, and full of life.
The young lady held a laundry bucket as she walked from the bathroom to the balcony.
This piqued the curiosity of Misaki Saki, who was sitting on the sofa playing with Roast Meat.
"Yumeko-chan, are you going to hang the laundry?"
Otome Mizuko gave the impression of a strong-willed young heiress. Would a lady of a big family really hang her own laundry?
Moreover, the laundry seemed not to be her own... It was her first day, what laundry was there to hang!!
Upon hearing the little one's question, Otome Mizuko, holding the laundry bucket as if honored, had a sweet smile bloom on her beautiful face: "Haruka entrusted me to dry his clothes, they're all Haruka's inside!"
Even the lady, who could handle billions in funds without changing her expression, now seemed ecstatic over a basket of clean clothes.
"A woman blinded by love is trivial and pitiful."
After tallying the drinks, Chiba Shimizu commented blandly from the sofa, her gaze towards Otome Mizuko tinged with a bit of pity.
From the perspective of an onlooker, she had reason to believe that it wasn't that Haruka Yuzan really needed Otome Mizuko to help to dry clothes, but rather he wanted to find a reason to send the lady away from the kitchen.
Indeed, much as Chiba Shimizu had guessed, not to mention that the tasks in the kitchen were unfinished, even once hastily completed, Mrs. Onodera was also inconvenienced due to an issue with her clothing.
If Miss Otome had remained on the scene, perhaps madam would have given something away, so Haruka Yuzan simply asked Miss Otome in the most sincere tone to take his clothes, washed in the morning, out to the balcony to dry.
For Haruka Yuzan's arrangement, to be in close contact with a boy's clothes was like a divine blessing for the young lady!!
The thought of touching so many of Haruka's clothes at once made Otome Mizuko's face redden involuntarily, and her rich, plump legs subconsciously squeezed together, as she seemed to enter an extremely excited state.
"Wha, what's wrong? If it's not okay, then never mind."
"No, no! Please, don't!!"
Otome Mizuko quickly grabbed the boy's arm, then with her other hand straightened a strand of hair that had fallen beside her ear, and said in a low and shy voice with her head bowed, "I'm fine, I'll go hang the laundry for you right now."
Having said that, as if afraid he'd change his mind, she immediately turned and left the kitchen.
Watching her flustered departure, Haruka Yuzan shrugged helplessly. Why was the young lady so interested in his clothes?
He remembered it was the same before, clinging to his sweat-stained clothes and not wanting to let go, even thinking about taking them home to keep. Perhaps she was tired of those antique artifacts and wanted to collect something different?
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Only when the room fell silent again did Reiko Onodera, who had been standing at the sink peeling carrots, finally look up, her eyes brimming with tender emotions, and a captivating pull in her gaze.
"Come and help me a moment...."
Understanding her cue, Haruka Yuzan was about to go help the beautiful woman when suddenly, Miss Otome came back charging into the kitchen as fast as she left.
"Yumeko, is there something wrong?"
The young lady's hurried manner made Haruka Yuzan unwittingly wipe the sweat from his forehead; if Miss Otome had come just a moment later, she would have walked in on him getting cozy with Sister Reiko.
"I did forget something."
Otome Mizuko said with a squinting smile, not even looking at Reiko Onodera nearby, but walking straight to Haruka Yuzan, then....
She tiptoed and kissed him squarely on the cheek.
After doing all that, she still seemed not quite satisfied as she licked her lips and contentedly exited the kitchen.
Wiping the damp touch from his cheek, Haruka Yuzan felt mainly a sense of helplessness. Indeed, those who are guilty see the world through a distorted lens.
Otome Mizuko arrived at the balcony with the laundry bucket, pulled open the curtains, and the summer sunlight filled the room like a golden liquid, warm and splendid.
With no time to appreciate the thriving beauty of the small yard, the young lady eagerly took out a man's shirt from the bucket.
The white shirt, not yet fully dry, was dripping, and the crystal water drops shone exceptionally bright under the sunshine. She held the shirt in the air, and the semi-transparent fabric seemed to already be on Haruka in her memory.....
To an outsider, it looked as if the inexperienced young heiress was at a loss dealing with household chores she had never encountered before.
This gave Misaki Saki, who had been eyeing the opportunity to make a good impression on the new tenant, the scent of a chance.
The little one hopped over to the young lady, tilting up her little head, and said innocently, "Yumeko-chan, do you want me to help you hang the laundry?~(@^_^@)~"