The night was deep,
the incessant chirping of cicadas outside the window continued tirelessly, "chirp chirp chirp," without pause.
Crouched on the balcony, a beautiful woman wiping the floor couldn't help but raise her head and look into the night, her brows furrowed with deep worry.
"It's so late already, Haruka and Shimizu, why haven't they come back yet?"
She muttered softly, and at that moment, a pleasant ringtone from a cell phone suddenly broke the silence in the living room.
Mrs. Onodera, not even bothering to wipe the sweat from her forehead, hurriedly took out her mobile phone, only to discover it was not the number she had been dearly hoping for,
still, she stood up straight, the place previously compressed by her knees instantly regained its elasticity, the thin straps dangling in the air, looking quite perilous.
