The French-Window Warrior Mayu Matsukaze

As for whether she didn't want to push him away, or whether she was simply too weak to push him away, only Yukino herself knows.

Their foreheads touched, their noses almost touching, and her wonderful fragrance enveloped Fushimi Makoto completely.

Her skin was fair and flawless, but at this moment it seemed to have stolen the sunset from the sky, ignited the embers of the setting sun, and melted the clouds into fiery red glass, all of which became the rouge that appeared on her face.

Their warm breaths mingled, Yukino's previously tense and restless little feet finally found the most comfortable place—she sat in his lap.

Yukino was completely absorbed in it, and she had thrown away any remaining bit of her composure.

Throw it far away.

After an unknown amount of time, the two parted ways again.

Yukino, fearing he might pull off a hat trick, forced herself up, her face flushed, and struggled to get out of his arms.

Fushimi Makoto did not continue, and cooperated by letting go.

When Fushimi Makoto released her, she almost collapsed onto the sofa with her legs going weak. Fortunately, she managed to regain her senses and step onto the floor with her bare feet.

The cold floor couldn't dispel the blush and heat on her face.

It wasn't just her face that was burning hot, but her heart too.

Her eyes darted away, Fushimi Makoto's gaze. Her watery eyes blinked repeatedly, like ripples spreading across the sea, clearly revealing her inner shyness.

There's a saying that goes, "When people are in an awkward situation, they always try to appear very busy."

Yukino turned her head away, hurriedly put on her slippers, and started walking back.

After returning to her seat, she paused for a second, unsure of what to do.

So she picked up the fruit knife and wanted to continue peeling.

Then I realized the apples had all been cut into small pieces, making it impossible to peel them.

She put down the fruit knife, her delicate white hands clasped together at her lower abdomen, wanting to do something to ease the awkwardness, but there was really nothing to do.

Just then, she noticed that Fushimi Makoto was staring at her.

She turned her head and Fushimi Makoto's face, which was trying not to laugh.

That face is so smug!

"Sorry, I admit it was too sudden." He couldn't help but laugh after saying that, "You're a little too cute."

Still cute?

Yukino glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed. "I refuse to accept your apology."

"Then I'll express my apology with concrete actions?" Fushimi Makoto stood up.

Yukino snapped to attention, her expression faltering as she snapped, "Sit back down!"

Fushimi Makoto, looking as if he were waiting for your command.

Yukino stared at him for a while, then finally looked away, as if blaming him, or perhaps blaming herself. "Don't do that again."

The sound was very soft.

So much so that even Fushimi Makoto could barely hear.

After she finished speaking, Fushimi Makoto replied decisively, "I have a problem with that."

Yukino: "Who asked you?"

Chapter 70 Floor-to-Ceiling Window War God, Matsukaze Mayu (Bonus Chapter 1)

After being kissed again, and even twice, Yukino was completely captivated and could no longer regain her composure.

She desperately wanted to find topics to talk about in order to ease her embarrassment.

Unfortunately Fushimi Makoto is uncooperative!

This guy is really bad.

Very bad, very bad.

She shyly ate the apple.

He said I was cute.

He pretended to watch TV, trying to distract himself.

He also said I was cute.

No, don't I know whether I'm cute or not?

Do you even need to tell me?

Yukino pursed her lips tightly, her face flushed crimson.

Actually, he genuinely praised me for being cute, and so on.

I'm quite happy.

"I should go back too."

Fushimi Makoto's voice interrupted his thoughts.

Yukino looked up, instinctively wanting to ask: So early?

Thankfully, she stopped herself in time and changed her mind, saying, "I'll take you."

Fushimi Makoto stopped at the door. "No need to see me downstairs, then you won't have to change your shoes."

"Um."

Yukino looked directly at his face, and aside from that interjection, she really didn't know what to say.

"The filming will definitely go smoothly, don't worry," Fushimi Makoto said.

Yukino paused, then said gently, "That's inevitable."

Fushimi Makoto left.

Yukino didn't close the door immediately. Instead, she peeked down and waited until the other person disappeared down the corridor before going inside.

Looking at her living room, now that she was alone again, Yukino suddenly felt a little uneasy.

I've been alone for many years.

She stood there for a few seconds, then suddenly quickened her pace and went to the balcony.

And just then, you could see Fushimi Makoto's figure.

She became completely absorbed in watching it.

Then...

She saw Fushimi Makoto turn around.

"Um?"

Yukino quickly snapped out of her daze, thinking that the other person had guessed she would come to the balcony, and unconsciously straightened her back and adopted a serious posture.

But then she realized that unless Fushimi Makoto had eagle eyes, he wouldn't be able to see her own expression clearly.

So, what's that guy up to?

Under Yukino's concerned gaze, Fushimi Makoto walked straight back and entered the stairwell.

No?

Yukino quickly left the balcony and almost ran to the door.

Did this guy not get enough kissing earlier and decide to do a hat trick?

This is absolutely unacceptable.

Yukino took two deep breaths, straightened her bangs, and waited patiently.

Sure enough, the doorbell rang soon after.

She opened the door calmly. "What's wrong?"

Only she knew that her heart was pounding the moment she saw Fushimi Makoto.

"I just put my phone on the sofa when I was feeding you an apple," Fushimi Makoto patted his empty pockets.

"Oh, I'll get it for you."

Yukino responded with a light, airy sound.

She breathed a sigh of relief the moment she turned around.

But I felt inexplicably disappointed.

After all, it wasn't just Fushimi Makoto Masachika who had a good time just now.

She is too.

After she retrieved the phone and handed it to Fushimi Makoto, she asked, "Is there anything else?"

"There is none left."

Fushimi Makoto spoke, he seemed to remember something. "Oh, right, I suspect Aunt Yukinoshita might contact you later. Remember to be more alert this time, and don't embarrass yourself again."

Yukino found it unbelievable. "Why don't I think my mother would call me?"

Fushimi Makoto hesitated for a moment. "Perhaps it's because... I know her better than you do?"

Yukino looked down at the shoe rack.

Fushimi Makoto: "What do you want to do?"

Yukino: "Let me see which shoe will hurt you more if it hits you."

Fushimi Makoto away.

With a bang, Yukino the door shut again.

She rubbed her temples and murmured, "Is she my mother or yours? How come you talk about her as if you know her better than I do?"

Yukino clearly didn't believe it.

But at nine o'clock in the evening, Mrs. Yukinoshita actually called.

Yukino wrapped in a towel after her shower and with her hair undried, hurriedly answered the phone, suppressing her surprise. "Why are you calling?"

"Did Makoto take you home earlier?"

"Yes."

Yukino said he not only brought me back, but he also fed me to my mouth.

"I chatted with that kid on the phone for a bit, and when I asked him if he had ever thought about pursuing you, he asked me in return if I would really support him," Mrs. Yukinoshita said.

Yukino immediately perked up.

This was text message content I had never seen before.

She immediately remained silent.

Mrs. Yukinoshita continued, "That child seems to have many secrets."

Indeed, there are many possibilities; for example, he might have "harassed" you in Time Loop.

Yukino thought to herself.

"I actually investigated his family background and met with his parents along with your father. I found that they are just ordinary people, not the kind of people who could raise such a mature child as Makoto ..."

"If that's the case, how did he know I was so eager for that deal, and how did he so easily help me close it?"

Hearing her mother's gentle yet questioning voice, Yukino hesitated, unsure how to respond.

She didn't want to lie.

He also wanted to help Fushimi Makoto keep the secret.

Fortunately, Mrs. Yukinoshita assumed Yukino's silence meant she didn't know, and she chuckled, saying, "I called, but it's nothing much. It's about your club's short film. Do your best to make it a success."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "You are my daughter. If you, as a high school student, can actually make a decent short film, it shows that you have been working hard to improve without my knowledge."

Yukino gripped her phone tightly and said earnestly, "I'll do my best."

Remembering the promise Fushimi Makoto had made to her, she couldn't help but add, "I can definitely do it."