"Who is she?" Evie aske, curiously calm.
She sounded composed, yet a lethal creeping cold made Ren's spine twinge.
First Saya, and then her — now, there was another short girl!
"It seems like you really like little girls," Evie said to Ren with a smile on her tilted head.
"It's not what you think!" Ren immediately defended himself. How did he get himself into this situation? "I thought she was you!"
"Really?" Evie spoke in fake surprise. "You couldn't tell the difference at all?"
Ren knew the hidden meaning behind those words without his little girlfriend expounding it. Her point was that he should be able to distinguish even the texture of her fingers, the length of her nails, and the line on her palms — if he really liked her, that is.
". . ." That was a woman's logic — he couldn't refute it no matter what.
"T-that's . . ." Ren had never found himself in trouble as deep as this, and he didn't know how to smooth his way out from this.
