Minato, Terajima House

The elegantly decorated room and the lobby is dimly lit. As usual, I have already bathed. Now, Yuki Terajima, who should have gone to bed early, did not maintain a stable routine as usual.

At this time, she was sitting on the sofa for a long time. There was a bottle of empty foreign wine on the glass coffee table in front of her, and the other bottle was also drunk.

It seems that I am numbing my emotions in this way.

Before you encounter difficulties and cannot fall asleep, drink two glasses of wine.

This is just like taking a bath before going to bed, it is a little habit of Terajima Yuki.

However, she drank a little overdose today.

However, the glasses secretary Ao Aise, the little secretary of the glasses, seemed to have no intention of discouraging Yuki about this matter. Instead, he stood by his side as usual, wearing a small suit and skirt, as if he had not noticed that she had overdose, but was watching with a calm expression.

Said nothing.

In fact, the young lady Terajima who can break cement with her fist and her foot and her electric pole was not able to use her advice. With her good health, as long as she doesn't want to get drunk, a few bottles of wine that are less than 30 degrees will naturally not hinder anything.

Just do not, there are always things that are more distracting than hangovers.

It was another half bottle of wine entrance, and Yuki Terajima sat on the sofa, twisting a small glass of wine in his fingertips, enjoying the smart lights that were slightly dim on the ceiling, and I don’t know what I was thinking.

"Ayase?"

"yes."

"Come here."

Aoso Aise did not hesitate, and did not hesitate to follow Miss Yoshi's words and walked up to her side.

"Low your head a little."

The little secretary of the glasses obediently bent down according to her words.

Then, I felt my chin being gently twisted by two fingers and carried it to Yuki Terashima.

The distance between the two was almost close enough to the tip of their noses, and their eyes suddenly looked opposite each other through a pair of thin lenses.

At this distance, Ao Ayase could clearly smell the strong alcoholic smell on Miss Yuki, but her expression was not at all, and her eyes were so calm that it was almost comparable to their eldest daughter.

She knew very well that her most important task now was to comfort the fragile heart of the young lady, the "defeated dog".

After all, she saw everything outside the recording studio.

"When Ayase came over..."

"It's obvious that I don't feel anything."

Yuki Terajima's eyelids drooped slightly, and the eyes under the dim light seemed to be soaked in water, which made the already cold and beautiful eyes exuded a strange hazy feeling.

Even though Ao Ayase and the eldest lady were both girls, they could not help but be attracted by the charming eyebrows and held their breath secretly.

After a little experiment and confirming his mood, Terajima Yuki let go of his glasses and his little secretary with a slightly gloomy expression.

Aosu Ayase, who was released, did not feel any displeasure because of Yuki Terajima's rough movements, but just looked at her eldest lady helplessly.

This is probably what Mr. Ye is called good dragon?

The lady who was clearly eager for someone would have such a shameful reaction when she was suddenly attacked.

Is Miss Xing regretting it?

still......

Aoso Ayase thought in her heart, and gradually she had an answer.

But Yuki Terajima did not notice the light in the eyes of the little secretary of the glasses beside him. After drinking two bottles of foreign wine, his hands poured the wine were still calm and poured the last bit of wine left in the bottle into the mouth cup in front of him.

Just as his lips were close to the edge of the cup, Ayase beside him said softly:

"Miss, are you afraid of taking off your mask in front of Shiina Jun?"

The hand holding the cup paused slightly.

The golden and mellow wine in the cup swayed.

"This is impossible."

While speaking, Ao Aise skillfully helped Yuki open the third bottle of wine, holding it in both hands and put it on the coffee table, his voice was dull, as if someone had experienced it:

"The more you want to possess someone, the more you want to occupy everything about the other person without reason."

"Whether it is the good-looking side, the ugly side, the strong side, the weak side."

"Only those who can still accept each other after learning all aspects can be called lovers, right?"

Aoso Ayase's words are plain and do not instill any great truth. They just tell the simplest, "desire" called love.

Seeing the desire to see the color can really make people fall in love at first sight.

But how can the mutual support between lovers be maintained by pure desire for happiness?

"So, if the young lady is always unwilling to expose her true self in front of Shizuna Jun and just enjoys intimate contact like an ordinary fool, then I think there are not too many foolish girls around Shizuna Jun who can replace you."

The little secretary of the glasses showed a smile on his face: "After all, there are too many girls around that Shizuna-jun."

I don't know if it was hit by this sentence or if I heard the incisive "Fantasy Girl" and felt subtle unpleasant, Terajima Yuki's hazy eyes glanced at Ayase with a subtle look, his expression was still cold and calm, and he didn't seem to be aroused by these words, but just muttered like a little drunk:

"Ayase."

"What's wrong? Miss."

"Didn't you say that you are almost thirty and haven't been in a relationship yet?"

"I didn't expect that I knew a lot."

“…”

The little secretary of the glasses stopped talking, the blue veins on his forehead bulged, trembling, and even his eyelids twitched.

However, after a little revenge, Yuki Terashima's depression seemed to finally relieve a little, and he raised his glass and drank the wine.

Then, he lay on the sofa as if he was quite tired and slowly curled up.

"Ayase."

"...yes?"

The single glasses secretary who had been single for a long time had been holding it in for a long time before a response popped up from his teeth.

"I'm a little scared."

Curled on the sofa and gently hugged his knees, Yuki Terajima's voice was still as dull as usual, and even his ever-cold look seemed to have not changed much.

But under the reflection of the lights in the living room, her side face, which looked like an iceberg, was bright and dark.

Hearing this, the little secretary of the glasses with tight veins was stunned.

Yuki Terajima didn't explain anything to her, but just shrank on the sofa. She was tall and slender, but she hugged her knees like the most helpless little girl on the hospital bed. The remaining wine on her lips looked like a condensation, which made her thin lips covered with a layer of reflective fat, which was very attractive.

Even the sound was like drunkenness, with a bit hazy feeling.

"If I can't become Yuki Terashima, Iori's favorite..."

"what to do?"

Aoso Ayase was silent for a while, as if thinking about how to comfort this strong and fragile lady.

However, before she could organize the language, she saw that Miss Terajima had already narrowed her eyes and her breathing gradually became stable.

It seems that only at this time did the iceberg beauty finally let go of all her defenses and have a little girlish attitude.

Holding your knees, your sleeping face is cute.

After a long time, Ayase sighed helplessly and brought her a thin quilt from the bedroom to cover her.

After walking in place for a few steps, leaning over slightly, whispering to confirm:

"He must like you."

"So, whether it's scared or uneasy..."

"Please be Terajima Yuki."

......

Shiina Iori was thinking.

What is the meaning of life?

According to common sense, Shino is his girlfriend, Yui is his girlfriend, and Nagisa is also his scheduled girlfriend.

But why, after his three girlfriends got into the same room with him, he had no girlfriend?

1+1+1=0?

How did I survive until the long night, even a girl who could sleep peacefully with him?

Moreover, every day, I have to face four people with three meals in the morning, noon and evening when I open my eyes.

Why did things develop to this point?

Is it because I was wrong or is there something wrong with this world?
To be continued...