Kiyomi Liuli had promised to unconditionally forgive Nanahara Takeshi once; she couldn't hit him, but she had never agreed not to give him the cold shoulder. Anyway, she couldn't just let things slide so easily, as she wasn't someone without a temper.
She was not easy to bully!
Returning to the living room, she took off her shoes and socks. After all that arguing earlier, she felt a bit thirsty. Now that she finally could come in, she poured herself some tea with an expressionless face, while Nanahara Takeshi sat opposite her, also drinking a cup of tea. Then he smiled, pointed to the bowls and chopsticks and the hotpot leftovers and twisted his fingers, signaling that it was her turn to wash the dishes.
