The kitchen in the Nanahara household was brightly lit, the faucet sang cheerfully, and Kiyomi Liuli, wearing a large apron, washed dishes subconsciously. She thought hard but couldn't come up with a second reason, so she gave up and turned to ask, "I can't figure it out, what else could be the reason?"
Nanahara Takeshi smiled slightly, "Do you wish to purchase my question-and-answer service?"
Are you a dog?
Kiyomi Liuli was genuinely stunned, incredulously lifting her wet, soapy little hands, and involuntarily letting out a soul-searching interrogation, "I'm currently your assistant, already slaving away for you, and you want to charge me for asking a question, do you have no humanity at all?"
This is just too dog-like of him; if she had a driver's license, she'd be out looking for a dump truck to ram into Nanahara Takeshi, this dogged bastard, at a speed of less than 220 kilometers an hour if she wasn't completely inhuman.
