Mirai was extremely sensitive to beautiful women. He had no idea what had drawn his attention, nor did he know what kind of morning he had woken up to, but his eyes could not help lingering on her for a while.
She looked about fifteen or sixteen. She wore a black dress accented with alluring black silk, and her face was innocent and adorable.
Meeting such a beautiful woman on a lovely morning was a very pleasant thing.
"Hey, what are you staring at me for?"
Mirai had been entranced, but the girl suddenly turned around, puffed out her lips, and glared at him in displeasure.
"Ah, who, who was staring at you? I was obviously just looking around!"
Mirai retorted righteously, yet his eyes remained fixed on the little girl with her puffed-out cheeks as she stared back at him.
"Humph!"
The pretty girl gave a proud snort, withdrew her gaze, and lowered her head to continue reading. However, the slight sway of her hair revealed that she was still watching Mirai from the corner of her eye. Her calm expression was merely an act.
When Mirai saw the pretty girl like that, he could not help finding it amusing. He had originally intended to go upstairs and rest, but he could not resist the urge to tease her.
"Pah, what's wrong with me? Why is my head full of thoughts about picking up girls?"
It seemed as though his heart was giving him some sort of psychological suggestion. Though he did not want to chase girls, his body involuntarily moved behind the pretty girl.
As he walked behind her, a delicate fragrance wafted into his nose.
"Hmm? What novel are you reading?"
Mirai saw the young girl reading a novel with her head lowered and could not help