Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

"You can't run away now~" Mori used both hands to turn Ito's head back to normal. "Please call me Chinatsu!"

"Q-Qianxia..."

Whether Ito has resigned himself to his fate or has other intentions is unknown, but at least he has spoken out.

"Yes, I'm here." Mori smiled sweetly, released her hands that were holding Ito, took a few steps back, then clasped her hands together and tilted her head slightly to one side.

"Please continue to keep this up from now on~"

Then her lips moved silently, as if she were lip-reading:

"My boyfriend, Yuujin Ito~"

Chapter 221 The Deal with Ito

After gazing at the night view outside the apartment for a long time, the pink cherry blossoms on the branches rippled in the noisy wind tonight.

The petals that used to be carried by the wind into the corridor didn't seem so unpleasant at this moment, at least the one that Mori took away wasn't unpleasant.

The kiss was too sudden, like a premeditated act of revenge. Anyway, it tasted good, and Ito didn't intend to delve into it further.

There's nothing wrong with kissing your girlfriend.

However, after teasing him, Chika left immediately, without giving him any idea of ​​getting revenge.

Ito isn't the Big Bad Wolf, and Mori isn't the innocent Little Red Riding Hood; if we have to use that analogy, the roles have to be reversed.

Despite always being careful to maintain appropriate boundaries with them, Ito still failed to protect her purity.

However, Ito also realized that since Mori had helped him so much, they could be considered even.

Being teased a few times won't cost him anything, but if he asks for cash back, it will make him more wary.

The clock kept ticking, "tick-tock," and the time had reached 21:28 PM.

Seven hours have passed since Asada disappeared, and three minutes have passed since Mori left.

And it was during this brief separation that the apartment welcomed a new owner.

The motion-activated lights in the corridor turned on, and the sound of slippers stomping on the floor echoed through the corridor. Ito's attention remained fixed on the room outside.

So when Asada appeared, he knew immediately.

Looking at the panting figure in front of him, Ito felt a slight clench in his heart.

Asada Sakura stood at the doorway, her chest heaving, her bangs damp with sweat and clinging to her skin, one hand clutching something tightly.

She was still wearing the obviously oversized T-shirt that belonged to Ito, which she hurriedly fastened around her waist with a few hair clips to prevent any accidental exposure.

But because she had removed the hair clips that were holding her hair in place, her long hair was now disheveled and hanging loosely, like a clump of haphazardly growing seaweed.

Her eyes, peering through the gaps in her falling hair, were fixed on Ito.

His disheveled yet stubborn demeanor made Yuujin Ito want to laugh.

The living room light shone on Asada, allowing Ito to see the injury on her right knee.

There was a patch of abrasions, with tiny pebbles mixed with dried, dark bloodstains stuck to the wounds, and dust clung to the surrounding area.

Clearly, this foolish owner rushed back after getting his "crown" without giving the wound any time to be treated or healed; the strenuous activity even made the injury look worse.

The injury is on her right knee, which is symmetrical to the injury she sustained on her left knee when she fell flat on her face last time.

"I am back!"

Asada's voice was panting from running as she walked straight into the room, even forgetting to change her shoes.

Her dusty slippers left dark footprints on the clean wooden floor, silently telling the story of her arduous and hurried journey.

It's hard to imagine where she went or what she did during those seven hours.

Welcome home.

Ito didn't ask her where she had gone, nor did he show any sign of blaming her.

Those thoughts vanished the moment he saw her like this and the injury on her knee.

I just can't get angry with my child no matter what I do.

He simply softened his voice and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Woo~"

Asada cried, cried very sadly, and couldn't hold back her tears.

"Woo~ woo~ woo~"

She tilted her head back, letting large tears roll down her cheeks, quickly soaking them.

Faced with the crybaby, Ito was filled with helplessness. He went to the bathroom, took out the towel that Hayakawa had left, and then washed Asada's dusty little face.

The towel covered the sobs, but it only made the crying more muffled, without any sign of abating.

On the contrary, because he was using a towel and crying at the same time, Asada showed signs of difficulty breathing, his voice was intermittent, as if he was about to run out of oxygen at any moment.

"What a dirty child." Ito simply wiped Asada's cheeks.

Looking at the suspicious black bits of debris on the towel, I became even more curious about what this guy had done.

How can seven simple hours feel like seven days of wilderness survival?

Asada kept crying and crying, tears streaming down her once fair cheeks as if they were free.

It was just dried.

Her small face, full of collagen, had some redness and swelling around her eyes.

Ito realized he couldn't let the other person cry any longer. He suddenly remembered the ice cream cake Mori had bought; perhaps it was prepared to deal with this situation.

His gaze shifted to the ice cream cake on the table.

Although Mori used the ice pack to "attack" himself, the cake was clearly still intact in such a short time.

After all, Mori and Asada's departures were almost simultaneous.

"Want a bite?" Ito placed the delicate little cake, adorned with blueberries and cream, in front of Asada, the white plastic fork silently exuding temptation.

He thought this was a foolproof plan, since sweets were always the best Poké Ball to catch Asada.

However, the cake itself probably didn't expect to fail its first mission.

Asada glanced at it through her teary eyes, her nose twitched, and then she plunged into a new, even more intense sobbing.

The way he wailed and cried was exactly like that of a child forgotten by their parents at kindergarten, feeling abandoned by the whole world. (Reference: Toyokawa Shoko in the Rain.JPG)

The dessert failed to work?

Ito raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat skeptical, and scooped up a small piece of cake with his fork, putting it in his mouth.

The delicate, cool cream melts instantly on the tongue, and the slight tartness of the blueberries perfectly balances the sweetness, creating a truly perfect flavor combination.

It's not spoiled, and it tastes pretty good. It's really strange.

As he was wondering, Asada caught sight of him eating it himself. She was stunned at first, then, as if she had suffered a great injustice, she cried even louder and more miserably, as if Ito had eaten her last hope instead of a piece of cake.

She never felt that coaxing a child was so difficult, but Asada didn't wait for Ito to make any further moves; she took action herself.

Asada, still sobbing, stubbornly opened her palm towards Ito, offering him the bank card, its edges slightly deformed from being clutched so tightly, and said haltingly, her voice choked with emotion:

"The money... fifty million... I... I brought it... Waaah... You're not allowed... You're not allowed to get married... Waaah..."

Really...

Ito's heart felt as if it had been gently bumped by something, a bittersweet feeling.

He reached out and gently ruffled Asada's messy head, even with a mischievous glint in his eye, deliberately making her hair even messier.

However, this is an extremely challenging task. Even with increased force, Ito couldn't make it any more chaotic than before.

“I understand,” his voice softened, with a reassuring tone, “but about your fifty million yen…”

Ito's gaze fell on the ordinary, even somewhat old, bank card in her hand, and his initial feelings of relief and gratitude quickly turned into deep doubt.

Various thoughts flashed uncontrollably through my mind: Who would so easily give 50 million yen to a girl who doesn't seem very reliable?

Was the person who gave her the money really a fool?

Moreover...

He looked at Asada, who looked even more disheveled than someone who had spent a whole day carrying bricks on a construction site...

No, even the workers in Japan are cleaner than she is now; it's hard to reconcile this enormous sum with her current appearance.

"I...I have to pay it back..." Asada sobbed, adding haltingly, tears still streaming down her face.

If it was borrowed, Ito felt a little more at ease.

But lending so much money to a girl who has just come of age sounds extremely unusual, and even suggests some shady dealings.

"A loan that doesn't require collateral or ID?"

Ito frowned, subconsciously thinking of the kind of "connections" that Hayakawa Miki might have mentioned.

Is it really that "reliable"?

No, this can't be described as reliable.

Asada nodded vigorously at first, then shook her head as if she remembered something, her sobs continuing.

“What I need to repay… is not a loan…” she corrected, her voice choked with emotion.

"What is that?" Ito frowned even more as he took the bank card that still held her body heat.

Asada looked up at him with her eyes red and swollen from crying.

"Get...married!"

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I was almost scared off by those two words and dropped my bank card, but the card with a limit of 50 million yen seems more valuable than myself right now.

"I will return this fifty million yen to Nagano Sae." Ito could only associate the marriage with Nagano Sae... and Mori Kami.

"No...no..." Asada looked up, her eyes revealing stubbornness, "You...you want to marry me!"

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