The Gemini Princess wants me to confess my feelings!

Mori Shizue's ears turned red.

Like a plum blossom blooming around a branch, the arc-shaped "leaves" unfolded, making Kirihara Akira seem to smell the fragrance of a Rosaceae plant.

Unsurprisingly, Kirihara Akira was glared at.

Kirihara Akira glanced at the time and sensed something was wrong.

The Mori family has no curfew, and Mrs. Mori has never explicitly restricted her two children from going out at night. Of course, Mrs. Mori's will has never needed to be expressed in words.

With Shizue Mori appearing here at this time, even if Mrs. Mori doesn't say anything on the surface, with the perspective of such an important person and the wisdom she possesses, she can easily determine what Kirihara Akira is involved in. Even if there is no evidence to prove this, Mrs. Mori doesn't need any evidence, and the Mori family is not a court.

However, Kirihara Akira was well prepared for this.

He had never communicated directly with his wife even once during the long time he had been living with the Sen family.

Kirihara Akatsuki had been kept in suspense for a long time, and only today was one part of her doubts resolved. Now that she had a starting point, she might as well be more open-minded.

Mori Shizue looked at him intently and said, "My mother is looking for you."

"Hmm." Kirihara Akira nodded, not surprised.

Rather than preparing mentally, Kirihara Akira was more concerned about: "Is your birthday really in a few days?"

Mori Shizue was taken aback by his strange focus, rubbed her nose, and said, "In three days, Kiyoha and I will both be adults."

Kirihara Akira said, "So you and Kiyoha are both older than me."

"Isn't that obvious? We're twins." Mori Shizue gave him a look that seemed to be unable to stand it.

Kirihara Akira thought about it and realized that it did seem to be true.

He coughed twice and said, "It's mainly because you guys usually call me 'older sister' or 'younger sister,' which confuses me a bit."

"The one who sees this world a few minutes earlier is the older sister, and the one who sees it a little later is the younger sister. What's so confusing about that?" Shizue Mori said.

Kirihara Akatsuki chuckled and said, "Your art styles are quite different; sometimes I really forget that."

"Differences, is that it?" Mori Shizue said indifferently. "Then which art style do you think is better?"

...This is a life-or-death question. Kirihara Akatsuki said, "There's no good or bad, they each have their own merits."

"Hmph." Mori Shizue mimicked her sister, letting out a deliberately cold, yet endearingly nasal tone: "Being a centrist isn't good."

With a touch of cunning, she was determined to put Kirihara Akira in a very difficult position.

Kirihara Akira turned her head away, grinned at the car window, and thought for a moment before answering, "You're making people choose whether they want the moon or the sun in the sky."

These words were so cheesy that Mori Shizue doubted her ears and looked up at Kirihara Akira in astonishment.

Kawasaki, who had just sat back down, was filled with awe.

Mori Shizue couldn't stand it and held her forehead, her ears turning even redder with embarrassment.

Having fooled everyone, Kirihara Akira laughed shamelessly and said, "How did you know I was here, Madam?"

"I got here first, that's how my mother found out where you were," Mori Shizue said. "Are you still wondering how I knew where you were?"

"I didn't want to ask, because I told Asahi Kasane myself," Kirihara Akira said. "I just thought either no one would come, or it would be the Second Miss. I never expected it to be you."

After all, Asahi and Kanade are the second young lady's maids.

When deciding to take action, Kirihara Akira sent a message to Asahi and Kanade, not exactly a request for help, but just to guard against any unforeseen circumstances.

After obtaining that information, Kirihara Akira had already considered confronting his wife. Under these circumstances, he thought it better to let people know his movements, hoping that someone would cover for him. In reality, he didn't think it would actually be of any use.

Unexpectedly, Shizue Mori's arrival actually helped him a lot.

"She wanted to come, but she didn't want to tell me," Mori Shizue said. "That idiot, who does she think I am? We grew up together, and she's never managed to hide anything from me. I can tell she's not normal at a glance."

Kirihara Akira shook her head and said, "Actually, I didn't intend to hide it from you."

"I know you don't really trust me."

"If I don't trust you..." Kirihara Akira opened her mouth, then suddenly glanced at Kawasaki in the driver's seat.

Although he wanted to lay his cards on the table, he was still careful about how much and how he revealed it, and he didn't want to reveal too much information in Kawasaki at this moment.

Kawasaki noticed Kirihara Akira's gaze in the rearview mirror and, feeling helpless, said, "Please, have mercy on me. Have some consideration for an elderly person like me. Don't make me go out in the rain, okay?"

He then turned to look at the young lady, hoping that Mori Shizue could take care of the old man, but Mori Shizue was also looking at him.

Kawasaki, who had just settled into his seat, could only sigh and get out of the car again with his umbrella.

Once no one was around to interrupt, Kirihara Akira continued, "If I didn't trust you, I wouldn't have cooperated with you, and I wouldn't have let you know about that music studio."

"You'd instinctively trust my sister more than I do," Mori Shizue said.

Kirihara Akira opened his mouth, about to explain, but then realized something was off. He said, "Why are you still bothered by this?"

Mori Shizue paused slightly, then turned her head and said, "She's my sister."

Kirihara Akira suddenly realized, feeling that she understood: "You think I'm getting too close to her? Are you worried that I'll steal her away? Anyone with eyes can see that the person she respects most is you, her older sister."

Mori Shizue pursed her lips, probably unsure how to respond, so she awkwardly changed the subject: "How's Hino Harufumi?"

"I don't know," Kirihara Akira shook his head. "When we found him, he had already been shot. Whether he lives or dies is up to fate."

"A gun...that's too dangerous." Mori Shizue looked at him with concern.

"I wasn't injured," Kirihara Akira said. "The bar owner, who is acquainted with Hino Harufumi, gave me directions. I waited until the situation was basically under control before I made my move."

Shizue Mori nodded.

Kirihara Akira continued, "How much does your mother know about your affairs?"

"What do I have to say? Just some minor actions," Mori Shizue said. "Whether she knows or not is irrelevant; what matters is you. Have you already decided to speak directly with my mother?"

"Yes, Hino Harufumi told me some things. There's some progress on my parents' death. I should ask her about it," Kirihara Akira said.

As a time traveler, Song Xinyuan inherited Wuyuan Xiao's social and causal relationships. So far, half of what he has done is out of habit, and the other half is out of self-preservation.

Having been reborn, Kirihara Akira has always sought a peaceful life, but if he cannot sever the karmic ties left by the original owner, then all of this is just empty talk.

Even if he doesn't want a clean break, he should at least be an insider.

Mori Shizue said, "Okay."

"You don't look very happy," Kirihara Akira said.

"Because I know my mother," Mori Shizue said. "She's good at persuasion, good at seizing people's desires. Once you bow down to her, you'll probably never be able to make any demands of her again in your life."

Kirihara Akatsuki asked, "What do you think we should do?"

"My advice is, no matter what benefits she promises you, don't accept them."