Night had fallen. Everyone had been on edge all day, and now that they could relax, they were getting ready to sleep.
Number Seven approached Chu Mu then and advised him:
"You're very popular with girls right now, but that isn't necessarily a good thing. If you don't want to end up caught in a romantic war zone, you should sort out your relationships with those girls now. Set clearer boundaries and cut down on the ambiguous flirting."
Chu Mu: "???"
He felt that Number Seven had managed to pack a whole lot of flawed reasoning into those few sentences.
So he immediately shook his head and said:
"Sis, I think you've misunderstood. My relationships with them aren't what you think. Ambiguous flirting and all that-there's nothing like that going on."
Kafka and Silver Wolf were family.
Herta was a weirdo who wanted to study him.
March 7th was a very good friend.
As for Stelle, Chu Mu wasn't sure.
If she really was a kid Kafka had raised, did that make her his family too?
So where was all this supposed flirting?
With that thought, Chu Mu added:
"Besides, I don't think girls would like me?"
Number Seven: "..."
She sighed and said:
"Do you have that little confidence in our family's looks? Everyone in our family might have their own flaws, but when it comes to looks, every single one of us has lovely features."
As if to prove her point, she grabbed March 7th, who had been sneaking glances their way, pointed at Chu Mu, and asked:
"Tell me, is he handsome?"
March 7th nodded and said sincerely:
"He's so handsome."
Number Seven went to ask Herta next.
Herta glanced at Chu Mu, then asked Number Seven in return:
"Am I ugly?"
Number Seven: "..."
She shook