Operation Red Book

In the evening, London saw a rare sunset.

Half of the sky was painted purple and red silk, like an inverted sea of ​​clouds filled with foam.

Ivy pushed Joshua up to the living room on the second floor, and the two of them stood in front of the huge window, watching the clouds rise and fall and the changing light and shadows.

"Would you like some tea? Any snacks?"

Ivy spoke lightly, purple-red clouds imprinted in her eyes, floating up a layer of haziness.

Joshua shook his head, his breathing gradually steadied, his eyes fixed, as if he couldn't focus.

"Ah... I forgot. You can't see without glasses. What a pity to waste such a beautiful sunset. Mrs. Hudson said she will take you to get a pair of glasses tomorrow."

Ivy stood up, sighed, and walked behind Joshua, trying to push him away.

"No, that's okay, Ivy-san."

Joshua stuttered, his tone anxious.

“Although my vision is blurry, I can still see the purple-red light.”

"Soft mist, light and unpredictable... I am already very satisfied!"

As if he had used up all his strength, Joshua's neck and face turned red, and his deep eyes were filled with the glow of a fiery sunset.

Ivy looked at Joshua's sculpted profile, and her eyes unconsciously lost focus, as if lost in the sunset glow.

"Ai, classmate Ivy, is there ketchup on my face?"

Joshua turned to Ivy in confusion, wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand, and blinked twice blankly.

Ivy panicked instantly, and a layer of pink appeared on her face.

She pretended to cough twice with her hands covering her mouth, and looked to the right.

"Yes, there was some, but now you have wiped it off..."

Joshua wiped the corner of his mouth again, and their eyes met, both blushing.

"I mean, you should show your forehead in the future... and you'd better take off your glasses. You look like a low-profile version of Jim Ross Stewart..."

Ivy turned her face away and spoke in a low voice.

"But last time at Mrs. Emerson's ball, you said it was stupid of me to show my forehead."

"I'll assume that you said this because you weren't sober. You'd better not mess with me, kid!"

"Then I'll ask Mrs. Hudson tomorrow. She said she'd take me to pick out some clothes."

"Oh, just be careful..."

Ivy responded intentionally or unintentionally. She straightened her face, coughed twice, and pulled the corner of Joshua's clothes:

"I want to tell you something that's been bothering me lately...seriously."

Looking at Ivy's serious expression, Joshua immediately thought of what he had guessed about Dorian before.

"As I expected, Ivy is very distressed about Master Dorian's love for her. I should help her relieve her emotions."

Joshua was even more convinced. He took a deep breath and spoke out what was in his heart:

"Whether Ivy accepts Master Dorian's love or not, I will stand by you and support you..."

"You get injured every time you go on a mission. Shouldn't we strengthen ourselves?"

As luck would have it, the two of them spoke at the same time, and what they said were completely different ideas.

Joshua opened his mouth as if struck by lightning. There seemed to be a sharp red light staring at him from behind. Joshua immediately broke out in a sweat.

Ivy's reaction wasn't as big as Joshua's, but her eyes widened just as much in surprise.

Ivy stood up suddenly, and a hot current rose from her heart and rushed straight to her head.

"What did you say?" she asked Joshua loudly.

"Dorian, Dorian, what about him?"

There are so many questions in my mind, but I can only say two or three words.

Joshua leaned back hurriedly, deliberately avoiding Ivy's fiery eyes, and nodded hastily.

Ivy's brain heated up, words rushed through her body, but she couldn't find a way out.