Don't make the young lady cry again.
"Mm, mm-hmm."
Yaguchi Risa lifted her head, her little face blushing under the night sky, enchantingly beautiful and delicate to the point that a single word came to mind—tender!
Haruka Yuzan became distracted subconsciously, fixating on the girl's pitifully pretty face for a long time.
Seemingly embarrassed from being stared at like this, Yaguchi Risa also muttered softly, "Mr. Haruka, please, don't... don't look at me like that..."
Haruka Yuzan snapped back to reality, noticing the girl's shy demeanor, and couldn't help but shrug, "Sorry about that, Risa. You're just so beautiful that I got mesmerized. Let's get going."
"Okay, alright."
Hearing Haruka's compliment, Yaguchi Risa's cheeks became even more flushed, burying her head deep like an ostrich between her chest's peaks.
She followed the boy in front of her, her beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings.
