"So, are we demonstrating artificial respiration or not? Kiss or no kiss?"
Kazumiya Yukihime's compressions gradually approached thirty. In theory, she should have started breathing air into him.
She did not know whether Hyuga Wuye had recognized her, but she knew their relationship herself. Could she really do something so intimate under this identity?
Kazumiya Yukihime's gaze lingered over Hyuga Wuye's cheek.
A few beams of sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the drifting dust and cloaking Wuye's face in a golden glow.
"Right now, I'm really... just a six- or seven-year-old girl... just Kazumiya Yukihime..."
Without realizing it, she leaned down and quietly closed her eyes.
"Maybe I can keep using this identity forever..."
An unknown desire deep in her heart gradually eroded her reason. Her hands stopped moving and, without her noticing, came to rest on his cheek.
A gentle coolness touched Wuye's face. He suddenly opened his eyes. At that moment, Kazumiya Yukihime's little lips were less than 5 cm from the handkerchief.
But she suddenly stopped, her expression revealing traces of struggle and unease.
A glint of amusement flashed through Hyuga Wuye's eyes. One hand quietly rose, and from an angle that would not touch hers, he stealthily pulled the handkerchief away.
To hell with it!
At that moment, Kazumiya Yukihime let out an angry roar in her heart and threw caution to the wind as she pressed down.
The next instant, her eyes flew open.
W-what... what was going on?
Why... did it feel like this... so soft and warm...
Where was the handkerchief?
Where did the handkerchief go?!
Hyuga Wuye watched the changes in Kazumiya Yukihime's little face as it slowly went from snow-white to rosy pink.
Then, while she was still dazed, his tongue, with nowhere else to go, simply