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Wakaba Mutsu's breathing became rapid.

His voice was low and soft.

"So, give me some time."

"I believe I will really, really like you."

"I'll handle Xiangzi's situation."

"And there's one more crucial point you can't forget."

Wakaba Mutsu's breathing became slightly erratic, and his gaze became somewhat unfocused in the rain and mist.

"By the way, whatever you do, don't report me to Xiangzi."

Mingze Feng smiled. Now that things had come to this point, he suddenly thought that if Ruoye Mu pushed him away at this moment, she would deserve it.

But Xiao Mu did not do that.

If Ye Mu hadn't pushed away this guy who suddenly kissed her and claimed he wanted all the scumbags, she would have been in trouble.

Ruoye Mu simply pursed her lips.

Ruoye Mu's fingers were gently gripping Feng's sleeve.

Ruoye Mu's lips twitched slightly, but remembering the consequences of her words, at this crucial moment... she swallowed back what she wanted to say.

Ruoye Mu is waiting.

Let's wait for Mingze Feng to say something more.

Mingze Feng stared at her for a while, then sighed. He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Xiao Mu's bangs.

"Xiao Mu, since you're already here..."

"You're not getting away."

Raindrops pattered against the edge of the umbrella.

They embraced under an umbrella in the evening rain.

Ming Zefeng tilted his head slightly, his gaze lingering on the corner of her lips. He gently brushed his fingertips across the spot he had just touched, then pinched a bit of flesh.

Slight pain, Ruo Yemu, following his force, raised her neck.

Mingze Feng was amused by her.

"This is the mark I left behind."

"I'm a scumbag who wants everyone."

As Mingze Feng said this, he suddenly realized how quickly the past two months had passed.

Whether it's teasing Mu or making fun of himself, it's all part of the fun.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Mingze Feng stared into Ruoye Mu's eyes and added her name to the long list, word by word.

"Whether it's Liang, Juli, Xiangzi, Xingge... or Xiaomu."

"Nobody wants to let go."

"Nobody wants to separate."

Naruzawa Kaede released his hand from Wakaba Mutsu's cheek.

Like a doll, Wakaba Mutsu remained motionless, though her lips trembled more and more. She wanted to say something, yet feared saying the wrong thing.

Mingze Feng had no intention of stopping.

After all, there's no reason to stop after confessing your feelings halfway through.

"So, Xiao Mu—"

"Let me bear this sin."

"After all, I committed this crime myself."

At this moment, the sound of rain seemed to fade into the distance.

Under the umbrella, there are only two people nestled in each other's arms.

Wakaba Mutsu opened her mouth, because she was having some difficulty breathing.

Mingze Feng's words still echoed in his ears—"No one wants to let go, no one wants to separate."

Then there's the last sentence—

"Xiao Mu, let me take on this sin."

It was like a final judgment, like a constraint from which there was no escape.

There is no escape.

I don't want to run away anymore.

If Ye Mu's fingertips curled slightly, her heart was pounding incessantly in her ears, incredibly fast.

Ruoye Muku gazed at Naruzawa Kaede's face, his eyebrows, and the corners of his lips, so close to hers.

I want to etch this scene firmly into my heart.

Wakaba Mutsu knew what Narusawa Kaede was doing.

He wasn't trying to comfort her.

He wasn't pretending to be affectionate.

He was trying to get her involved.

Just as he had done to Ryo Yamada, Kikuto Hiroi, and Seika Ijichi, he used gentleness to hold her back, making it impossible for her to leave.

But it's different.

Ruo Yemu knew it was different.

In Xiangzi's world, he had longed countless times to become someone's "exception".

But... clearly...

I don't want to be just someone's appendage.

I don't want to be just an irreplaceable substitute forever.

but......

If it's a maple tree...

If it were Narusawa Kaede—

If this relationship was initiated by her,

So, even if it becomes what is called a "sin"

It doesn't matter anymore.

Mu doesn't care anymore.

Ruoye Mu's breathing quickened for a moment, her mind a complete mess.

Reason told her she couldn't.

But her body had already moved.

If Ye Mu hadn't considered whether he should have done it.

She simply followed her heart, raised her head, and stood on tiptoe.

Then, he kissed her.

Her lips, the spot that Mingze Feng had carefully and gently avoided touching just now.

At Mu's initiative, she gently touched him.

In Mingze Feng's arms.

On this rainy street.

This kiss.

Lighter than raindrops, shallower than a dream.

Just like Xiao Mu's weight.

Wakaba Mutsumi is a kite yearning for the clouds, a cloud in the wind.

My heart is pounding wildly.

Never before has Wakaba Mutsuki felt the 'presence' of his heart as he does now.

She closed her eyes, her fingers unconsciously clenching Ming Zefeng's sleeve, as if grasping at the last straw.

What the future holds... is no longer important.

At this moment, all she wanted was to be close to him.

Even if it's only for a second.

Even if——

The next second, it will be pushed away.

"..."

The kiss was like rain falling on a lake, like a feather drifting in the wind, light and gentle.

Mingze Feng is not satisfied with this.

Kissing, that's not how it's done.

Xiao Mu...

Mingze Feng held Ruoye Mu's head with one hand and wrapped his other arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.

He held her tightly in his arms.

In this way, it will no longer be just Wakaba Mutsumi's kiss.

Ruoye Mu suddenly opened her eyes wide, her pupils reflecting the face of Naruzawa Kaede so close to her.

—Mingze Feng did not push her away.

—Mingze Feng hugged her tightly.

Mingze Feng's hand tightened around her waist, with a force that she could not escape.

Ruoye Muku had no strength left to escape.

Ruo Ye Mu's fingertips unconsciously tightened, gripping Ming Ze Feng's collar as if she had caught something, or as if she was about to be swept away.

My mind goes blank.

The wind swept through the streets, carrying the scent of ocean waves.

The umbrella resembled a boat adrift, and the two people on board were drowning in the rolling waves.

The sound of rain was blocked out by the umbrella, and everything around became blurry.

The only thing that's clear is our temperature together...

The distance between them suddenly narrowed.

They can sense each other's breathing, body temperature, and even the angle at which their heads are tilted.

This must be what a real kiss is.

Neither of them intended to let the other's kiss go.

More directly, more...

It is pleasant.

Wakaba Mutsu smiled, a very happy smile.