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"You can help me..."
Shiraishi's lips almost touched her earlobe.
"Get close to Aozaki Aoko."
As if struck by lightning, Kuonji Yuju shoved him away abruptly.
"Are you crazy?!"
"Don't be so quick to refuse."
Shiraishikawa calmly adjusted his cuffs.
"Think about it, wouldn't this make up for the time you spent together? Besides..."
He gave Kuonji Yuju a meaningful look.
"You no longer need to live in fear and hide anything..."
Kuonji Yuzu's chest heaved violently, a whirlwind of emotions churning within her. Anger, shame, a sense of betrayal... and a strange, unsettling excitement she refused to acknowledge.
“I would never do such a thing for you.”
Kuonji Yuzu said through gritted teeth, but even she could hear the wavering in her voice.
Shiraishikawa simply smiled, a smile that sent chills down Kuonji Arisu's spine.
He knew her too well; he knew the parts of her that had been changed by the contract, and he knew the desires deep within her that she herself dared not even look at.
"It's getting late, I'll take you home."
Shiraishikawa opened the door nonchalantly, as if the conversation had never happened.
Kuonji Yuju walked mechanically, her mind a complete mess.
She knew she should firmly reject Shiraishi's proposal and warn him to stay away from Aozaki Aoko.
But another voice whispered in her heart: If she agreed to his proposal, would she be able to see Aozaki Aoko more often? Would she no longer have to endure this torment alone?
As they stepped out of the apartment building, the sun had already set. 5.9 Shiraishikawa's hand naturally rested on her waist, and Kuonji Yuju instinctively tried to pull away, but he held her firmly.
"do not move."
Shiraishikawa whispered in her ear.
“Someone is watching us.”
Kuonji Yuju froze, glancing out of the corner of her eye to see several girls standing across the street, pointing and whispering at them.
She subconsciously leaned closer to Shiraishi Chuan, a gesture that pleased him, and he gently pinched her waist with his fingers.
"Good acting."
Shiraishikawa commented.
"Keep it up."
Kuonji Yuzu was so angry she wanted to stomp on his foot, but she had to refrain from doing so because of the stares of passersby.
Chapter 499 Defensive Stance
She suddenly realized that she was walking step by step into a trap set by Shiraishi Kawa.
From initial hostility to a half-hearted intimacy, from keeping a secret to becoming his accomplice in getting closer to Aozaki Aoko.
the other side
When Aozaki Aoko pushed open the heavy oak door of the mansion.
She tossed her long hair, which had been ruffled by the autumn wind, but caught a whiff of black tea.
"Shiraishikawa?"
She took off her leather shoes and stepped barefoot onto the cold marble floor, the sound echoing in the empty hallway.
no respond.
Aozaki Aoko's magic circuit trembled slightly—the man was indeed here.
She frowned, walked quickly through the long corridor adorned with portraits of magicians from different eras, and as she turned into the living room, she saw Shiraishi Kawa leaning against a carved armchair.
His long, slender fingers were loosely grasping the air, as if a teacup should have been there.
"What trick are you playing now?"
Aozaki Aoko stood in front of him with her hands on her hips, shadows covering half of the man's face.
She suddenly leaned in close, her hair almost brushing against his nose.
There was no black tea on the table.
Shiraishi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his gray-blue pupils finally focused on her face.
"Your takeout is almost here."
Yueyi Ershui Leng 4 Cuqi | Umbrella He answered irrelevantly, his voice low and hoarse as if it had been sanded.
Aozaki Aoko straightened up, a strange sense of irritation rising in her chest.
She turned and walked toward the kitchen, the metal handle slamming against the wall tiles as she pushed open the door.
The kitchen counter was excessively clean; even the kettle was ice-cold.
"what happened?"
She turned around abruptly and found Shiraishi Kawa already standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The setting sun gilded his silhouette, but his expression remained hidden in the shadows.
This distance reminded Aozaki Aoko of their agreement—to maintain a safe distance of more than three feet inside the mansion.
Just then, the sound of the prequel key turning came from the background.
Aozaki Aoko froze, and her magic circuits began to sting uncontrollably.
When she saw Kuonji Yuju walk in carrying several ancient books, her fingernails were already deeply embedded in her palms.
"You're back so early."
Kuonji Yuju's voice was as smooth and even as her white dress.
Aozaki Aoko noticed that the way she held the ancient book to her chest was too deliberate—that was usually a defensive posture.
Shiraishikawa suddenly walked out of the window and rushed past Aozaki Aoko.
"I'm going to get the takeout."
His sleeve brushed against Aozaki Aoko's arm, creating a faint ripple of magic that almost made her bite her tongue.
Dinner proceeded in an eerie silence.
The curry rice in the plastic lunchbox smelled of cheap spices. Aozaki Aoko chewed mechanically, her gaze fixed on Shiraishikawa's hands holding the chopsticks.
Those hands had adjusted her magic engraving this morning, but now her knuckles were taut and white.
"I'm stuffed."
Kuonji Yuzu suddenly stood up, the dining chair scraping loudly on the floor.
When Aozaki Aoko looked up, she only saw the hem of her skirt fluttering away, like a piece of melting snow.
Shiraishikawa put down his chopsticks.
"go to bed early."
He looked at Aozaki Aoko as he said this, but his gaze passed through her and landed on a point in the distance.
Aozaki Aoko slammed her hand on the table, causing the lunchbox to bounce. But Shiraishikawa had already turned and headed towards the East Building.
She watched him disappear around the corner, and suddenly realized that her magic mark was faintly burning under her skin.
Something's not right. Nothing's right at all.
Aozaki Aoko rushed into the bathroom, the cold water splashing on her face but unable to extinguish the surging magic within her.
The girl in the mirror had an unnatural golden hue in her eyes, a sign of an impending magical overload.
She slammed her fist into the mirror, and countless shattered reflections of herself appeared in the cracks.
"Damn agreement..."
She gritted her teeth and ripped off the towel, water droplets sliding down her collarbone and into her collar.
That rainy night, in this very bathroom, Shiraishikawa used his icy fingertips to press down on her rampaging magic circuits, but suddenly withdrew while she was in a daze, setting that damned mansion rule.
The floor of the East Building corridor groaned softly under bare feet. When Aozaki Aoko stopped in front of the Shiraishikawa gate, her hair was still dripping wet.
She suddenly raised her hand and pressed it on the door—not to knock, but to activate a space displacement magic trick.
In the instant the world spun around her, she smelled the familiar scent of cedar.
Shiraishi was leaning against the headboard reading a book when his pupils behind his silver-rimmed glasses suddenly contracted.
Aozaki Aoko used the momentum of the transfer to slam him hard against the wall, and the ancient book crashed onto the carpet.
"explain."
She pressed against him, her wet pajamas clinging to his shirt.
Shiraishikawa's body heat burned her skin through her clothes, hotter than the rampaging magic.
Shiraishi's Adam's apple bobbed.
"You should go back."
The voice sounded more like a sigh than a refusal.
Aozaki Aoko suddenly grabbed his hand and pressed it against her chest. The magic crest emitted a ghostly blue light through the fabric, like a trapped wild beast.
"Do you feel it?"
Her breath brushed against his neck.
Chapter 500 Foolishness
"It started when you pretended to have tea this afternoon."
Shiraishi's fingertips trembled slightly, and the familiar dark fire finally ignited in his eyes behind his glasses.
Aozaki Aoko took the opportunity to move even closer, her nose brushing against his jawline.