Quiet, I'm Thinking

Matsukaze Mayu watched his retreating figure, her cheeks growing even redder, but she couldn't hide the anticipation and excitement in her eyes.

She waited so long in the bathroom, only to have to relieve herself hastily in the end, which couldn't truly satisfy her.

Now that she finally had a chance, how could she possibly let it slip by?

Although Hiratsuka Shizuka is also resting here tonight, there might be risks involved.

But precisely because of this, Matsukaze Mayu's idea was similar to Nakano Ichika's before: this is more exciting.

Fushimi Makoto entered the living room, Hiratsuka Shizuka, who was sitting there, quickly looked up, her eyes filled with a hesitant gaze.

"Fushimi Makoto, taking the initiative.

Hiratsuka Shizuka paused, then asked, "Next time?"

"I don't think you're at your most lucid right now."

"Oh, that's true..."

Hiratsuka Shizuka looked away, her eyes beginning to flicker.

Fushimi Makoto pretended to leave. "You can take a shower first, and then get a good night's rest. As for that matter, we can talk about it later."

"Good."

Hiratsuka Shizuka agreed.

She also knew that she wasn't in a good state right now.

My mind is mainly in a mess.

And the pants felt chilly.

She definitely needs to take a shower.

As Fushimi Makoto was about to disappear from her sight, she suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but ask, "What did you mean by that last sentence...?"

Fushimi Makoto paused, "It means exactly what it says."

Hiratsuka Shizuka rolled her eyes. Didn't that mean she said nothing at all?

But Fushimi Makoto had already left.

Soon, the sound of a door closing came from the other side.

Hiratsuka Shizuka didn't go to check the door; she figured that after such an embarrassing incident tonight, the other person would definitely leave early.

So she composed herself and went to take a shower.

She had just stepped into the bedroom when Fushimi Makoto returned carrying his shoes.

Hiratsuka Shizuka would never have imagined that Matsukaze Mayu was actually pretending to be asleep.

She never imagined that her best friend and someone else had secretly planned how to successfully avoid her.

The bathtub was filled with hot water. Hiratsuka Shizuka took off her clothes and looked at her mature and perfect figure in the mirror, momentarily lost in thought.

He must have seen it all.

What would he think?

And what was he thinking when I kissed him just now?

Hiratsuka Shizuka felt her heart beating a little fast.

She knew this wasn't the feeling of being in love or being attracted to someone, but rather an excitement born from a mixture of nervousness and shame.

Besides, she had actually been Fushimi Makoto just now.

In other words, she wasn't satisfied either.

As she lay in the bathtub, feeling the comfort of being surrounded by hot water, she couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

"Mayu has already gone to bed, and I'll be alone in the room tonight, which means no one will disturb me..."

She bit her red lips, and a mature woman's charm gradually emerged in her eyes.

The moment she had this feeling, the image of the figure who had just stood by the bed and looked at her flashed into her mind.

The next second, that familiar heat filled my brain once again.

Hiratsuka Shizuka was both surprised and embarrassed.

Surely not?

I only briefly recalled his face, how did I become so excited?

Could there have been something added to my drink tonight?

Damn it, I couldn't hold back this time either.

Fushimi Makoto left Matsukaze Mayu's house in the middle of the night.

The next morning, he dropped Nakano Ichika off at the school gate before heading to the editing room.

He even estimated that two days would be more than enough time for editing.

However, to create a lasting memory, he decided to extend the time to two and a half days.

Mrs. Yukinoshita didn't come today.

However, this beautiful woman was very thoughtful and specially arranged for someone to deliver the meal.

She had everything planned out, from lunch to dinner.

Fushimi Makoto also expressed his gratitude via his mobile phone.

Fushimi Makoto finally broke free from his busy schedule at 5:30 a. m., having been working non-stop since morning.

On his way home, he recalled which parts needed to be re-dubbed while holding Powerful Red Bull to recharge.

Because he was lost in thought, he didn't notice several familiar figures standing in front of a bookstore he had just passed.

Yumiko was among them.

"Isn't that Fushimi-kun?" A sharp-eyed girl spotted Fushimi Makoto passing by.

Yumiko, who was checking the books she had bought, quickly looked up and saw where her friend was pointing. Her beautiful eyes immediately lit up.

Those around noticed this and couldn't help but laugh, "Yumiko, you really don't hide it at all. Could it be that you and Fushimi are dating?"

Upon hearing the word "relationship," Yumiko immediately recalled the words Fushimi Makoto had spoken to her, "Be good, listen to me."

To be honest, my relationship with him wasn't really a romantic one; it was more like that of a master and mistress...

No, stop right now!

Yumiko blushed and quickly banished those strange thoughts.

"Let's go say hello to Makoto."

Yumiko walked over first, and she did so very quickly.

Her friends exchanged bewildered glances, and the girl who had just asked the question hesitated before saying, "Why didn't Yumiko answer my question?"

"You can tell from her open and generous manner that the two of them definitely aren't dating."

"That's true, I wasn't observing carefully enough... Let's hurry over there, I also want to find out if Yumiko's photographer is Fushimi-kun."

This statement was immediately met with everyone's agreement.

We're all teenage girls, a stage where we yearn for beautiful things. The photos Yumiko shared the other day were all incredibly professional and beautiful.

They also asked Yumiko, but she wouldn't say.

A boy in the class mentioned that Yumiko had taken some photos at the park, and that Fushimi Makoto had taken them for her.

Therefore, many people are speculating that the mysterious photographer whom Yumiko so much is very likely Fushimi Makoto.

"Makoto!"

Fushimi Makoto's thoughts were quickly interrupted by Yumiko's voice. He turned around and saw the beautiful blonde girl walking towards him with a smile on her face.

There were four girls behind her, two of whom Fushimi Makoto recognized as faces he had seen at school before.

After exchanging greetings, Yumiko couldn't wait to ask, "Did you just finish your work?"

She knew, of course, that Fushimi Makoto had been busy with post-production work on the film.

"Yes, I have to make another trip tomorrow, but I don't need to take the day off because there's only a little work left."

Fushimi Makoto noticed the Yumiko looks in Yumiko's friends' eyes and asked in surprise, "What's with your expressions?"

Yumiko also looked at her friends.

The girls exchanged glances, as if having a brief discussion with their eyes. Finally, the short-haired girl asked somewhat reservedly, "Fushimi-kun, you must have seen those photos that Yumiko shared on her social media accounts, right?"

Yumiko's heart sank. Oh no, they want to take away my personal photographer!

"I've seen them. Those photos are all beautiful; they perfectly capture Yumiko's charm," Fushimi Makoto said with a smile.

Everyone was taken aback by these words.

The short-haired girl looked surprised. "From what you're saying, those photos don't seem to be taken by you?"

"Of course I didn't take those pictures." Fushimi Makoto's expression was even more surprised than hers. "How could you think that? How could a high school student like me have such good skills?"

The girls fell silent, disappointment creeping into their eyes.

Yumiko almost burst out laughing.

Makoto's acting is pretty good. If I weren't the one being filmed, I might have actually been fooled by him.

Finding no trace of her worries, she smiled again, crossed her arms, and raised her chin. "I told you all a long time ago that Makoto wasn't the photographer who took these pictures, but you still didn't believe me."

These small gestures brought her back to the way everyone knew her to be.

"We're sorry, we shouldn't have doubted you." Everyone felt a pang of guilt and embarrassment.

Yumiko secretly gave Fushimi Makoto a happy look: You're awesome.

The girls failed to find out anything about the photographer, and since Yumiko said she wanted to talk to Fushimi Makoto alone, they wisely left.

Looking at Yumiko's radiant smile, Fushimi Makoto couldn't help but tease her, "Are you that concerned about me being exposed?"

Yumiko raised her chin, a hint of girlish smugness in her expression. "Because you can only be my private photographer..."

As she spoke, her cheeks suddenly flushed, and she lowered her voice. "I'm also your personal model."

Fushimi Makoto was captivated by her sudden change in demeanor. "The most obedient type?"

Yumiko paused, her face flushing even more, but she softly hummed in agreement. "The most obedient kind."

As the sun set, the clouds in the sky were dyed a honey-orange color, as if to match Yumiko's slightly flushed face. She was boldly Fushimi Makoto's gaze, but the shyness in her eyes could not be concealed. The blush seemed to spread from her cheeks to her ears, and finally suddenly spread across her entire elegant, snow-white neck.

Looking at her beautiful and charming face, Fushimi Makoto immediately understood her thoughts.

In front of others, she remains the same confident girl, but in front of herself, she is the most obedient.

Fushimi Makoto raised his hand and gently stroked her soft, golden hair, deliberately whispering, "Be good, listen to me."

Her eyelashes trembled gently like butterfly wings, and her eyes quickly welled up with shy tears. Her body moved forward involuntarily, and her warm and soft body gradually leaned into Fushimi Makoto's arms.

"Would you like to take my picture today?" Her eyes seemed to burn with some kind of flame.

It was as if some mechanism had been activated.

Chapter 115 Quiet, I'm thinking

Even though the temperature wasn't particularly high today, after Yumiko uttered that provocative remark, she couldn't control the heat rising from her face.

Even without reaching out to touch it, she could guess that her face must be very red and hot.

So she took the opportunity of getting close to Fushimi Makoto to hide her face a little.

"I'm more interested in what's in your bag than taking pictures."

Fushimi Makoto's hand descended from the top of her head, grasped the ends of her hair, and played with them in his hand; they felt quite nice.

"Bag?"

Yumiko noticed Fushimi Makoto's subtle movements, but she didn't pay them any mind. Instead, she opened the bag with a rosy face.

Only then did Fushimi Makoto realize that the books inside were all related to acting.