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Naruzawa Kaede helped Wakaba Mutsu straighten her skirt. The gorgeous skirt showed no signs of having been crumpled earlier.

Xiao Mu took two steps forward with stiff shoulders.

Mingze Feng's fingers were slightly bent, as if he could still feel the lingering warmth.

"I'll play with you again next time."

Mingze Feng said with a smile, "This time, you win. We'll continue next time..."

Ruoye Mu took two steps and then turned around.

Finally, a smile appeared on his face, a smile different from his blank expression earlier.

She turned her head to the side, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Good~"

That was the response.

......

They've been challenged.

Happy.

Ruoye Mu thought to herself: "Mingze Feng couldn't help but pinch me several times just now. Does that mean he thinks my figure is alright?" After all, she didn't know if her figure was good enough to satisfy Feng.

After all, she has never cared about these things.

She doesn't practice dance, yoga, or any kind of physical exercise even once a month.

Those courses, to put it bluntly, were nothing more than etiquette and social skills classes for the rich young ladies.

And coincidentally, Ruo Ye Mu didn't want to be associated with anyone's circle.

Or rather, standing next to Toyokawa Shoko, she was in the highest circle of Tsukinomori's social circle, and it was others who came to her to get acquainted with her.

Making friends with other people? No, there's no need, we don't share the same interests.

Ruo Yemu also dislikes people who wear fake smiles, as it reminds her of her unnecessary mother.

Mori Minami herself rarely comes back, so she has no way of knowing what Wakaba Mutsu is studying or how well he is doing.

Ye Mu never cared about her figure, but the pause in Ming Zefeng's fingers just now still made her have a strange thought.

"..."

As Wakaba Mutsumi walked to the car, the black car door slowly opened.

A pair of familiar eyes were revealed.

The dampness after the rain had not yet dissipated. Ruo Ye and Mu were so startled that they both fell over, feeling somewhat dizzy and as if their vision had gone black.

She took a half step back in a daze.

Sitting in the car now, that face, so similar to hers by eight parts, was bathed in the dim glow of the setting sun...

This made Wakaba Mutsu feel somewhat guilty.

Seeing Wakaba Mutsu's reaction, Mori Minami smiled, but then her originally smiling eyes suddenly turned resentful.

"Muzimi-chan~" Mori Minami whimpered pitifully, "Were you serious about taking that half-step back~?"

Ruo Ye Mu looked at the face that resembled hers by about 80%, with the same green hair and golden eyes, but...

What on earth is she doing...?

No matter how pitiful she pretended, Ruo Yemu remained unmoved and instead spoke:

"Your makeup is going to run."

Minami's lips stiffened.

She was wearing full makeup, looking even more refined and photogenic than Wakaba Mutsu at that moment, and exuding enthusiasm.

Wakaba Mutsumi actually told her that her makeup was about to smudge.

Where did this straight woman come from?

"It's okay, I rushed over as soon as the shoot was over... You know, I was quite surprised when my assistant handed me the phone. Mu, you didn't even tell your mom you were going on stage—how was it...?"

Mori Minami kept talking, as if she were the daughter showing off her experiences to her mother.

Wakaba Mutsu sat in the car expressionlessly.

"Tsk..."

As she closed the car door, Mori Minami, who had been performing enthusiastically, also turned cold. She casually tossed the phone she had been waving in her hand in front of Wakaba Mutsumi.

The video being played above is blurry and shaky.

But Wakaba Mutsu still recognized it; it was from her performance with Narusawa Kaede.

The internet... is truly amazing.

Ruoye Mu glanced at her phone and then looked away.

"Aren't you going to tell me... at least let me know what this bass-playing male singer's name is?"

"He is Xiangzi's friend."

After finishing speaking, Wakaba Mutsu looked out the car window at the street.

There's no need to look at Minami Mori's expression.

Because after that sentence, she wouldn't ask any more questions.

Silence, like bacteria, permeated the car seats.

They returned home, and the mother and daughter didn't exchange another word.

The car stopped in front of her house, and Mori Minami put down her phone to reply to her social engagements. She watched Wakaba Mutsu get out of the car and go inside, then sighed.

Between mother and daughter, a thick and tragic barrier has been erected at some point.

However, neither the mother nor the daughter ever wanted to break this tragic situation.

"Go back to Yokohama."

After giving her instructions, Minami Mori drove the car out of the villa she hadn't lived in for a long time.

If she were willing to go to Wakaba Mutsu's room, she could see the dolls she had chosen for Mutsu on the bed; if she could lull Mutsu to sleep like a mother would, Wakaba Mutsu would not murmur to herself in the dead of night.

The barrier between mother and daughter is not due to hatred, but because they have never truly gotten close.

Ruo Yemu wasn't incapable of understanding maternal love; she simply had long since stopped expecting it...

......

"have they gone?"

"gone..."

"Um......"

Standing by the second-floor window, Ruoye Mutsu watched the car drive eastward and disappear beyond the horizon.

The rabbit doll on the windowsill was chatting with her.

Ruoye Mu was not surprised. She had heard Xiangzi mention that the lead singer of the Mof band could also hear strange sounds, so it was normal for her to hear the dolls talking.

and...

Minami will get into trouble, Xiangzi will get into trouble, but Rabbit won't.

Unlike real people, rabbits don't leave; they stay with her the whole time.

"Minami still cares about Mutsu..."

"I know."

Sometimes the puppets say things quite objectively.

"Xiangzi doesn't care about Xiaomu at all."

"certainly not."

Sometimes it's really annoying when dolls talk.

"Don't say anything."

Ruoye Mu said in a low voice.

The rabbit obediently closed its mouth, but soon opened it again.

"Maple's sculpting skills are amazing..."

"Hmm... Is Maple... interested in that place...?"

Ruoye Mu kept her head down, and under her dress were white stockings that she had specially worn.

She looked around, then, with her back to the full-length mirror, slowly lifted the hem of her skirt, turned to the side, and strained to look back.

"..."

Looking at herself in the mirror, she picked up her phone.

Chapter Fifty-Six: Perhaps this was an ordinary event, followed by Mu's invitation.

As Ruo Yemu hesitated about whether to post the photo of herself in the bodycon stockings, and whether to remove the stockings and take another picture, an hour had passed since she left Fanxing.

After an hour of omitted content, the small house behind the starry sky finally achieved harmony between yin and yang. The shop was still open; Xingge had hired employees, and some students were also working there.

As for Yamada Ryo... after talking with Hoshika, he also left, showing no intention of staying.

As for where Ijichi Nigatsu went?

Mingze Feng didn't know either.

With things having come to this, Mingze Feng leaned against the headboard and casually picked up his phone from beside him.

Wise time... Sigh, maybe I should take a look at the videos I uploaded.

Ijichi Seika rolled over and lay on her side, covering her shoulders with the sheet.

In the room, the sound of a song playing on a mobile phone was slightly raised.

Seeing that Ichiji Hoshika had no objections, Naruzawa Kaede simply turned up the volume a little.

Ichi Hoshika pouted.

This is where the differences between men and women begin. When they release all their troubles like a ton of bricks, men, besides smoking a cigarette, also like to clear their minds.

But what about girls?

Ijichi Hoshika's eyes held a complex expression.

Ichika thought to herself: The process doesn't need to be detailed; the final result was that she was coaxed into bed again... Well, she did have some initiative, both before entering the room and in bed...

It was exhilarating, I really enjoyed it...

but...

But... okay, my thoughts just keep flowing.

Ichika shrank her neck and tilted her head back. She thought that if Naruzawa Kaede had a cigarette in his hand at this moment, it would feel like a tokusatsu drama.

But Xingge also felt that it wasn't good for such a young child to smoke...

That's why she's given it up; if she has children in the future...

It's not that there is no solution.

— Taking a picture would be nice.

Ijichi Hoshika patted Narusawa Kaede's arm, poked it, and poked it again.

Mingze Feng thought the singing was disturbing her, so he turned off the video, but it still didn't stop Yiji Zhixingka from doing it.

Mingze Feng put his hand over without ceremony, somewhat surprised.

Didn't we just say we'd take a break? Are you going to keep going now?

......

Ichika Hoshika slapped away the groping hand on her chest expressionlessly, knowing she couldn't count on Naruzawa Kaede. She shifted her body, pressing down on Naruzawa Kaede's leg, and opened the drawer on this side.