Besides, being seen was nothing to Mirai. He was not a woman, but a grown man who cared greatly about his body.
So Mirai steadied himself and slowly opened the door.
After opening it, he had thought Naraku and his two men would have left by now, but unexpectedly, they were still standing outside his door.
"Mr. Naraku, what's wrong?"
A cigarette twitched at the corner of Mirai's mouth as he asked tentatively. At the same time, for some reason, his ***, was faintly trembling.
"Ah... oh, Mirai, it's nothing. We just saw a shadow suddenly appear in your bathroom, but we didn't hear anything from you, so we stood outside your door. The clothes fit well."
Naraku's words were somewhat incoherent, but Mirai knew he was taking the initiative to explain why he had been standing outside the bathroom.
"A shadow..."
Mirai murmured to himself. At the mention of a shadow, he unconsciously thought of the chill that had swept through the bathroom earlier.
"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Naraku. These clothes fit well. Well then, shall we have breakfast?"
Mirai did not want to discuss this subject with Naraku any further, so he took the initiative to bring up breakfast. Besides, that was what he wanted most right now—to eat!
Mirai felt that if he did not eat something, he might really starve to death!
"Oh, oh, all right. You haven't eaten anything since yesterday. You must be hungry. Let's go."
Naraku smiled gently and made an inviting gesture toward Mirai. Mirai could not help but walk ahead.
Naraku looked at Mirai's retreating figure, and his heart stirred slightly.
"I didn't expect this little brother to look so good after cleaning up, and..." Naraku's heart skipped a beat as he recalled Mirai's bare body from before. His