After warming up in the morning, Mike went back into the kitchen and put all his sweet gifts on the dining room table. While waiting for everyone to come, he also helped Asako and Yukiko to arrange the breakfast.
"Phew, this is quite a woah to say." Mike wiped his sweat.
"You look even more sweaty than usual, Mike-sama." Asako clasped her hands with a smile.
"Thanks for your concern. But, yes, it looks like you're right. Luckily, this t-shirt seems dry-fit, and my sweat doesn't stink. Well, it's all thanks to cultivation." Mike sniffed himself, and the scent of his clothes could still be smelled.
"I'm more surprised that you said it so confidently. But, well, this might be the first time we have a day called White Day. So much better than a certain someone who can't do anything but be lazy." Yukiko folded her arms with a sigh.
