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"What does the taste of a dish really mean?"

"One of the important criteria most people use to judge a woman's strength is household chores. Cooking ability is a key factor."

"For me, this kind of thing won't affect my evaluation of a person... Hello?"

The next second after his body stiffened, the woman next to him turned her body again, keeping her arms around him, but leaned over to smell the scent on his neck.

"You don't smell like her."

After some screening, Ms. Li Ya gave her conclusion.

"Are you a canine from somewhere?"

"The relationship between you two is a little more tenuous than I imagined. I thought it would go further than what you wrote in the book."

"this."

In reality, it was just as Flamingo had said. In fact, for one girl, it was even a little bit more extreme.

However, due to her bad taste, she is currently doing some strange things, which often lead to misunderstandings from bystanders.

However, in this case, Flamingo's misjudgment of the relationship between the two may be a good thing - after all, Lin Sen still hopes that she will not reveal the fact that she wrote the novel based on Miss Ito.

I will explain it according to her words:

"That's why I have to ask you to conceal my identity as the editor. Otherwise, if she finds out I wrote a book like that, it might lead to some undesirable situations."

From Lin Sen's perspective, the so-called unavoidable situation is that if Miss Ito really read the content of the book, she might become even more unrestrained when she was alone with him at home.

I can't control myself anymore, and I can't resist her playful attitude towards me. If she sees the artistic creation part of the book again, maybe she will unlock new gameplay on her own.

For example, when I am at home, I put myself in the role of the lover and repeat to myself the confessional monologues hidden in the psychological descriptions of the protagonist in the book.

Finally, he added a few more words, "Unlike hiding in novels, in reality you can confess to me directly like this. As for the consequences... do you want to test it on the spot?" He whispered.

But it's a bit too scary.

It’s better not to do that kind of thing - so Lin Sen doesn’t want to open such a Pandora’s box for the time being.

But he also knew that his request to keep silent based on this consideration might be seen differently by the other party involved:

"Otherwise, wouldn't it be possible to be friends with her?"

You see, this is how the misunderstanding is further distorted and deepened.

What’s even more amazing is that Lin Sen is unable to explain the inside story to Sasagawa Rimei.

——Actually, that's not the case. I wanted you to hide your identity as the editor because after reading my book, Ito-san might torture me even more horribly at home?

- I just don't want to discuss, research, revise and publish the book with you, and then become a part of this wrong and irreversible play?

——This book was created by the two of us, but it has become someone else's toy. Isn't this a kind of...

If I really said that, I feel like I would be challenging the depth of an editor's vocabulary on how to describe perversion.

Lin Sen didn't object to this woman's unique way of getting along, which was bickering. But he wasn't someone who had any special quirks.

Even if the object is a beautiful woman with a nice voice, who wants to be constantly treated with sarcastic or blunt words and disliked?

At least, Lin Sen didn't want to.

So, after thinking about it, I had no choice but to accept her statement:

"It's not that serious. However, the actual situation is pretty much the same as you think. Anyway, I just don't want her to know."

"..."

Then the arm that was around his shoulders loosened and wrapped around his neck again.

"It's a bit like that humble secret crush," Sasagawa Rio commented. "You clearly admire and admire someone in your heart, but because you're afraid of being alienated by others knowing your feelings, you hide in a dark corner and bury your throbbing heart in the cold earth."

"You're really being dramatic, little sister. I'm just worried that our friendship might become awkward because of our artistic endeavors. And, again? Can you let go?"

"There's nothing I can do about it. Obviously, I must be disgusted by your body, which is engraved with shadows, darkness, and ugliness."

As she said this, the cold-faced woman poked her finger and pricked her cheek.

Then followed up with a sentence that sounded helpless and disgusted:

"But actually, I'm also a person with this kind of appearance. So, there's a magnet-like effect."

"Shouldn't it be that like charges repel? Why don't you go back and brush up on your junior high physics knowledge?"

"Speaking of which, let's start by talking about how you evaluate a person."

"What an abrupt change of subject!"

"So what do you think of me? Do I have any merits that would weigh heavily on your scale?"

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It seems that without inflicting some physical punishment, there is no way to interrupt the flamingo's current hug.

However, from her body movements and even language hints, Lin Sen also roughly read some of the hidden lines.

Is she saying that she feels empty?

Looking for something to hold onto, something to comfort or feel safe?

I don't know if my judgment is correct, but Lin Sen can sense part of this meaning.

Come to think of it, that previous trip was probably the longest period of separation since we met.

During that period, there was no one to chat with and I rarely went out. Apart from the routine commuting to and from get off work, I stayed alone in this old rental house every day, reading books alone.

I guess it's a bit unbearable. So, I took this opportunity to vent to myself and seek some verbal strength?

After gradually coming up with this guess, Lin Sen began to understand things a little.

Of course, there's a chance that the mind-reading might fail and I might be a clown. But, ultimately, there's nothing wrong with saying something nice in the moment.

He answered her question:

"Well, I mean, even though you're harsh in words, I know you're kind-hearted and empathetic. Besides, you're a pretty, cute girl."

The tone is quite objective and may be quite comforting.

I could feel the female editor's body relaxing.

However, she soon asked again:

"Is there any lie in this answer?"

"no."

Another affirmative answer. This time, it ruined everything.

because--

The woman who had been relying on me started moving her legs this time.

Put your knees on the chair and lie down on your stomach.

Then, a warm voice came from close to my ears:

"But, a girl who you think is beautiful is hugging you like this, why don't you react at all?"

"This is it."

The secret that cannot be told is that because a guy has been playing even more excessively recently, he has a kind of accumulated resistance.

But the official statement is always more formal than the actual situation.

Lin Sen reached out and held the woman's shoulders, his tone filled with justice and a sense of mission:

"Because, last time, Editor Sasakawa asked me to constantly correct your behavior and prevent you from truly falling in love with me. So, for me, with my great cause unfinished and my life constantly on the line, how can I even consider matters of love?"

"..."

That is to say, after spending a long time with a certain cat girl, Lin Sen gradually mastered the technique of throwing the boomerang back.

Now is the time for excellent practice!

The young man was pleased to see the woman slowly straighten her body, narrow her eyes, and cast a strange and complicated look at him, examining his expression.

"Suddenly, I remembered a common saying in Han culture," she recited. "Is it about using chicken feathers as a token of authority?"

"That's not the same concept. What I'm saying is, remember your teachings."

There's no more angle to cut in now, right?

Lin Sen was ready to give himself a thumbs up for his cleverness.

Unexpectedly, the next sentence someone said threw the problem back again:

"In that case, how can you prove that your compliments to me are not lies? I remember a writer once said that the best compliment to a woman is to respond to her advances."

"Do you want me to cut open my stomach and show you how many bowls of noodles I ate this morning? Stop it, it's getting annoying, Sasagawa Rio."

"There's no need to inflict such torture on the body."

Sasagawa Rio straightened up from her kneeling position on the chair and turned sideways:

"Just a simple lie detector test."

"How do I do it? Tell me."

Lin Sen was actually interested.

It was rare to see this usually aloof woman being so persistent. Actually, if you think about it, it was probably an extension of some emotion.

Have you been alone for too long lately? Want to make up for the daily interactions you've been missing?

It's still speculation, but I can understand this mentality.

So I just let it go.

Calm down and listen to the words she composes:

"Let me continue to follow my dark and competitive nature. Regarding the unfinished business, what do you think of your friend, Ito?"

"To be honest, I'm pretty much the same as you. I'm also a cute person with a unique personality."

“Is there a difference between high and low?”

"If I must say, a little. After all, through my book, you should also know what I went through with her."

On this point, out of honesty, Lin Sen did not hide it.

The blunt words made Flamingo purse his lips subconsciously, as if his expression had changed.

But in the end, he pursed his lips and lowered his head to accept the facts and explanation.

But then asked:

"So, putting aside this particular perspective, is there still a difference in how we live and interact with each other?"

Faced with this question, Lin Sen pondered for a few seconds.

Finally, he nodded:

"Not really. In daily life, it's just a close friendship."

"Is that true? You're not lying?"

"No."

"Then there is a solution. Please, Volunteer-kun, do as I say."

What's the solution? How do you detect a lie?

Lin Sen suddenly became curious.

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Hearing the woman's subsequent instructions:

"Close your eyes and don't resist or comment on my next actions."

"If it goes too far, I'll stop it."

After getting this precaution, I did it immediately.

Then, the hearing sensed the woman's movement, as if she got off the chair.

Next, there is another scene similar to the previous one.

She hugged him from behind, her right hand hooked around his neck, but this time, her left hand sank down to his chest and slowly touched his heart.