"Don't be angry, don't be angry."
Orange tried to suppress his laughter while adding fuel to the fire.
"At least they moved us back home so we wouldn't have to live on the streets or even be sold."
"Well, you can't do that!!!" Qingzi gritted her teeth.
"How to do it? Sleep with clothes splattered with vomit? Besides, it seems that he just changed his clothes and didn't do anything else. It's not a bad idea to think that way. My friend is very good-looking. I used to joke about introducing you to him. You should have gotten married a long time ago."
"How dare you say that to me? I remember that someone was two years older than me... Wait, introduce him to me, but your clothes are—"
At this time, Qingzi finally reacted.
"Okay, you lied to me again, what's going on?"
Orange, who was exposed, could no longer endure it and burst into laughter: "Haha, you reacted pretty quickly this time. It seems that you have grown a lot, including physically."
"orange!!!"
"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. The owner of this room is a man, but it was a woman who moved us back. She changed the clothes, so maybe..."
Orange said this as he leaned forward and looked toward the balcony through the gap in the curtains.
"Sure enough, it has been washed off."
"Is this true?"
Qingzi also turned her head to look out the window, and saw that her clothes and pants were indeed hanging there.
"Wow, it really is."
"Now you believe it."
"I believe it." In Japan, men who do laundry at home are definitely rare. "Where's your friend? I want to thank her."
"He hasn't responded for such a long time, maybe he went out." Orange staggered off the bed, "Well, no, I have to get something to drink quickly, my throat is so dry."
"There's also food, and my stomach is upset."
The two sisters each held onto a wall and moved with difficulty. At this time, they were no longer legendary magicians or top puppeteers, but just two ordinary women tortured by alcohol.
The moment they opened the door, they both paused and sniffed at the same time.
"Sniff."
"It smells so good"
"Is this cooking something?"
The sisters looked at each other. At this time, the younger sister, who was facing the door, reached out and took a note from the door behind her sister.
"There's a note. Let me see it. There's some tea on the coffee table, and some porridge in the rice cooker. If that's not enough, there's some vegetables in the fridge. You can heat them up in the microwave."
The signature was a simple and funny smiling face that looked like it deserved a beating.
"... "
"... "
"... "
"... "
"Gulp, gulp."
"Snoring."
"Hiccup~"
"Huh~"
"Comfortable."
"Alive."
"Hey, Orange."
"what."
"Your friend is so considerate, helping us change clothes, making tea and porridge... How did you make such a friend?"
The white porridge warms the stomach and the hot tea refreshes the mind. Qingzi, whose condition has improved, starts gossiping.
Orange gently picked up the casually written note with warm eyes.
"I came to you on my own, and before I knew it..."
"Why don't I have a friend like that? But the handwriting on this note doesn't look like a woman's—"
"It wasn't written by a woman."
"Eh?"
"It was two people who wrote the notes, cooked the meals, made the tea, and helped us with the laundry."
"Oh, I forgot the owner of this place is a man, and he doesn't seem to be here either."
"At this time—" Orange glanced at the wall clock, "—he should be preparing in the store."
"In the store?" Thinking back to the previous experience, Qingzi had some kind of guess, "The 'Complaint Pavilion'?"
"Yeah." Orange nodded slightly.
"No wonder."
No wonder what he makes is to his taste.
No wonder he deliberately said so much last night.
No wonder Orange looked at him so strangely.
So that's how it is.
It's just that a man prepares so many things for a woman -
"Orange, he doesn't... like you, does he?"
Orange didn't say anything, just stared at the note in his hand in a daze.
"orange?"
"orange!"
"Ah, what's wrong?"
"I asked him if he liked you, and your reaction was - could it be that you like him too?"
"I don't know either." Orange put his chin on the dining table, and his whole body exuded a sense of decadence from the inside out.
"I thought so. How could you possibly-eh?"
Qingzi originally wanted to make a joke and wait for her sister to answer with a "How is that possible" to end the topic, but she didn't expect to receive such a sentence that completely subverted her impression of her. She suddenly couldn't even speak clearly.
"You, you, you you you you you you..."
"What's wrong with me?"
"You, you really—?"
"I am a woman too, and I often pretend, just like you said."
"Ha~ah" Qingzi opened her mouth wide, her face full of disbelief, "I, I must be dreaming."
As he said this, Qingzi pinched himself hard and then took a breath.
"I'm not dreaming, this is real. Who on earth is that store manager to make you like this?"
"Just a little jerk."
"Normative assholes don't have this much charisma... I'm starting to get curious."
"Of course I'm not talking about an ordinary jerk, but a special jerk. The first time we met, I owed him a huge debt that I can't pay off for decades."
"It's just that you owe money. It's not like you can't escape, unless you don't want to escape at all."
"Not only money, but also something much more difficult to repay—he helped me remove the 'Seal Designation';."
"!!!"
Qingzi felt that the shock she received today was the second most in her life, second only to the time when she was designated as the heir to the family business.
"Really? I've never heard of anything like this being done."
"It's true. The Lord of the Law Department said so himself."
"When did it happen?"
"1999, and I haven't seen the 'Executor' since."
"So you're tempted. I'd have a hard time saying no if it were me... Then why didn't you say yes? What's so special about him—Ah!"
When Qingzi looked up, she saw the clothes drying on the balcony, and an idea flashed in her mind.
"Woman! There is another woman here! Yes, it must be like this, this is a philandering bastard!"
Orange looked at his sister with both anger and amusement.
"Aoko, do you think I would care about this after being with him for so long? If I cared, I would have left a long time ago."
"So what do you want?"
"... "
Orange didn't answer, just lying there. If she knew what was going to happen, she wouldn't be like this.
At this moment, a pair of hands reached out from the opposite side, grabbed Orange's collar and lifted her up.
"Come on, Aozaki Touko, this is not like you!"
PS: Kuonji Yuju: I’m really sorry that I’m Sanwu.
Shizuki Sojuro: I don’t speak.