Haruka Yuzan felt somewhat helpless. Why did every lady have such a temperament?
He hadn't done anything, yet he was scolded as a pervert.
"Don't you dare have any crooked thoughts about Shimizu, hear me?"
Chiba Seiryo pointed at Haruka Yuzan as he spoke.
Following the young lady's finger, he looked down, and then...
Well, guess anyone else would scold themselves too.
Damn it, why couldn't he hold back?
Haruka Yuzan cleared his throat, promptly changed his sitting position, slightly bowed his body, and covered up his private area.
Seeing this, Chiba Seiryo finally turned her little head away.
Time trickled by at their fingertips, one busily working, the other peering out the window, admiring the street scenes.
The passersby came and went, each face filled with serene joy.
"I searched everywhere for peace, but found it nowhere except when I was reading a book alone. Everyone has their own life, so, Mr. Haruka, don't expect others to live like you,"
