As she spoke, to add credibility, she reached out and grabbed the open notebook on the table, haphazardly holding it in front of her chest, as if that could offer some sense of security.
“I was just…
making some travel plans!
Yes, travel plans!
Thinking about it, I might have…
spoken out loud?” The excuse was adorably lame.
“I see…” Roy drew out the last syllable, but his gaze slowly shifted towards the nightstand drawer revealing that pink corner.
He suddenly moved.
Not towards Hanako, but towards that nightstand.
“You…
what are you doing!” Hanako followed his line of sight and instantly noticed the not-fully-closed drawer and the exposed pink fabric.
Her face flushed so red it seemed about to drip blood, her mind going blank.
That was what she had hastily stuffed in there earlier!
She hadn’t stuffed it in properly!
Seeing Roy’s hand about to touch the drawer, Hanako didn’t think.
She dashed over in a flash, raising her hand first and slapping it onto the drawer, blocking Roy’s movement with her body.
“You can’t just look in a girl’s room cabinets!” She looked up, glaring at Roy, trying to make her expression seem stern.
Unfortunately, her crimson face and flickering eyes had no persuasiveness at all.
The two were now extremely close.
Roy could smell the increasingly strong, sweet, cloying scent on her, mixed with sweat and arousal.
“Is that so.” Roy suddenly smiled.
Not only did he not step back, he pressed forward another half-step, placing his hands on the edges of the cabinet on either side of Hanako, trapping her between himself and the cabinet.
A posture almost like an embrace.
Scorching masculine aura instantly enveloped Hanako.
“Hanako-san.” Roy lowered his head, leaning close to her ear, his hot breath spraying against her ear and neck: “Just now…” He deliberately paused, feeling the body in his arms tense up sharply.
“I saw.” “I saw what you were doing.” These words were like a thunderclap exploding in Hanako’s mind.
Like pressing a switch.
Her entire body stiffened, blood seemed to rush to her head instantly, then recede just as quickly, making her dizzy.
Discovered…
she was really discovered…
he saw…
saw her in that embarrassing state…
“I…
I can explain…” Hanako’s voice was as small as a mosquito’s hum.
“I…
I’m already this old, it’s only natural that I…” “And now with you…
always around…
it’s hard not to…
hard not to…” Reaching this point, she suddenly bit her lip, realizing she had said too much.
Oh my god!
What was she saying!
This was practically admitting it!
“With me?” But Roy caught the key phrase, a meaningful smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
Everything was falling into place.
He no longer concealed it, gazing intently at Hanako’s face, on the verge of tears from shame and panic.
“It seems Hanako-san is quite satisfied with me after all.” His tone carried amusement, and a hint of understanding.
“N…
no…
I…” Hanako still wanted to deny it, but meeting Roy’s eyes that seemed to see through everything, all words stuck in her throat.
“Hanako-san, it’s human nature, I can understand.” Roy’s voice softened a bit, carrying a coaxing tone: “I happened to come, and you happened to call my name…” “Since it’s all such a coincidence…” “Why not make it a little more coincidental?” Their scorching breaths intertwined.
“You…
didn’t you come for water?” Hanako made her final, feeble mental struggle, her voice already soft beyond recognition.
“Yes, I did.” Roy glanced at the still humming electric kettle beside them, the water not yet boiling, implying: “Didn’t you say the water needs to boil for a while?” His gaze returned to Hanako’s face, his fingers gently threading through her fluffy, slightly damp brown hair, slowly combing through it: “You just keep boiling it.” “But, but…” Hanako’s brain was already overloaded.
In her confusion, she suddenly remembered an “important” reason: “Your hand!
Your hand isn’t healed yet!
The doctor said you shouldn’t move it recklessly!” She seemed to grasp a final lifeline, looking at Roy’s right hand still in a sling.
“This…” Roy smiled.
Under Hanako’s astonished gaze, he exerted a slight force with his arm.
A soft crackling sound.
The bandage and simple splint originally fixed on his arm were directly shaken loose and burst open.
Roy moved his wrist, clenched his fist, his arm stretching freely, showing no sign of injury at all.
“You!
You!” Hanako’s pupils contracted sharply, looking at his freely moving arm in disbelief.
“You’re healed?” “Pretty much.” Roy said lightly, starting to leisurely unbutton his pajamas with his newly “liberated” right hand: “Recovered a bit faster than expected.” Hanako’s gaze involuntarily followed his fingers, her throat unconsciously bobbing.
Did a hint of anticipation and desire actually well up in her heart?
No, that won’t do!
“You, you bad guy!” She forced herself to look away, trying to mask her attraction with anger: “You were already recovered, and today, you still made me help you…
help you with…
convenience…” “Hey, Hanako-san, you’re wronging me there.” Roy unbuttoned the last button, his pajamas open.
He took a step forward, almost pressing against Hanako: “Today, I said I could handle it myself.
It was you who insisted on helping~” He mercilessly exposed Hanako’s little scheme.
“I…
I was…
that was…” Hanako guiltily shrunk her neck, her voice growing smaller and smaller.
Indeed, today she had offered.
Today her thoughts had been too much.
She wanted…
she really wanted…
Hanako already had quite a favorable impression of Roy.
This man was young, strong, handsome, and carried a roguish kind of attraction.
Living together day and night, meticulous care, those intentional and unintentional touches and ambiguities…
today she had even used him as a fantasy.
Now, the real person was right in front of her, his scorching breath assaulting her cheeks and neck.
Finally, Hanako relented, gently moving away the hand that had been desperately holding down her skirt hem.
Biting her already crimson lower lip, she turned her head to the side.
“Then…
then you…
be gentle when you drink water~” Roy looked at the compromising Hanako, chuckled, and directly picked her up and placed her on the chair, deftly grasping her ankle…