【59】Are You Willing To Accompany Me Home...
At seven o'clock, the izakaya was already bustling with activity.
People flock in at this moment, looking for their own corner to enjoy good food and wine. Everyone's face is filled with happy smiles.
It gradually became a place full of laughter and hustle and bustle.
Although a bit noisy.
Gen Kujo still heard clearly what the girl had just asked.
He looked at the girl.
Kanroji Mitsuri lowered his head.
Fingers clasped together.
Kanroji Mitsuri suddenly realized that he had asked a too personal question.
Her cheeks couldn't help but blush.
The clothes on her chest were heavy, making the clothes on her chest bulge. The trembling at this moment showed the girl's inner uneasiness.
"Mr. Gen Kujo, I'm sorry, I'm just curious."
Gen Kujo looked away.
Then he responded with a gentle smile and responded softly in his deep voice: "This question is nothing. It doesn't matter if I tell you, I don't have a partner yet."
"Really?"
The girl's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Really, because I already have a wife."
"..."
Kanroji Mitsuri's expression suddenly froze.
what the hell.
Is there a difference between a partner and a wife?
"Hahahaha, you really believed it just now, I was kidding you."
"..."
Got scammed once.
Kanroji Mitsuri became cautious.
The way I managed my expression just now was really rude.
"Mr. Gen Kujo, let me go to the bathroom..."
The girl stood up.
Bend slightly towards Gen Kujo.
No waiting for Gen Kujo to agree.
Turn around and walk to the bathroom.
Gen Kujo stared at her back.
The clothes on the girl's lower body are also of a tight type, outlining the perfect slender legs that can make countless men's blood rush. Coupled with the pert buttocks, it is enough to drive men crazy.
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It won't take a while.
Kanroji Mitsuri returned to his seat.
He was obviously much calmer than before he left.
But because of the teasing just now.
Ganluji Mili didn't dare to say any more.
The atmosphere is obviously not right.
The relationship between the two seems to be separated by the girl.
This resulted in the Gen Kujo table being quiet and out of place with the other tables.
Kanroji Mitsuri became autistic.
This is also a long time coming.
The psychological shadow caused by various horrible blind dates on her.
Things are not looking good right now.
But Gen Kujo had already thought of a way to break the ice when Kanroji Mitsuri went to the bathroom.
"Hello sir, the cherry cakes you bought for us have arrived. There are fifty in total."
The clerk just came over with a brown paper bag.
"Okay, thank you."
"You're welcome."
Gen Kujo took the cherry cake.
The clerk leaves.
The aroma of sakura cake coming out of the bag has always attracted Kanroji Mitsuri's eyes when he walked past the store clerk.
My stomach also reacted.
"Miss Ganluji Mili, this is prepared for you."
"I?"
The girl raised her arms and pointed at herself in surprise.
"Yes, I smelled the aroma of sakura cakes on Miss Kanroji Mitsuri, so I took it upon myself to buy these for you."
"I noticed that my joke just now made you a little unhappy."
"Consider this an apology."
"Thank you, Mr. Gen Kujo."
The girl's beautiful cheeks raised a gentle smile.
The dark clouds just now were swept away.
It seems that I misunderstood Mr. Gen Kujo.
I thought he, like other men, would tease me if he didn't like me.
She had been treated unfairly with words before.
So when Gen Kujo said something like that just now, she didn't want to say any more.
But......
"Mr. Gen Kujo, you just said you smelled the smell of sakura cake on me, right?"
"Yeah, that's right."
"But, I haven't eaten sakura cake recently."
"There's none?"
"No......"
"...There's only one explanation."
"What explanation?"
"If you like someone, you will smell her scent. I am sure that I smelled this scent on Miss Mitsuri of Kanroji Temple."
"Is there such a thing as this?"
The girl's heart was pounding wildly.
Because she feels that Mr. Gen Kujo’s words are very credible.
Others don't know.
She knows best.
She has loved eating sakura cakes since she was a child, so the smell of sakura cakes lingering on her body is not surprising at all.
And this smell probably comes from my hair, which was dyed cherry color after eating too many sakura cakes.
The smell is so weak that only you can smell it and no one else can.
That being said...
Does Mr. Gen Kujo like himself?
This feeling......
She had just experienced a setback.
I mustered up my courage again.
"Mr. Gen Kujo."
"Huh? I'm here."
"Would you like to accompany me home..."
"..."
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