Is it really a straight girl?

Mahiru will definitely not do such strange things to Yaki like her other personality, um, Yaki believes in Mahiru, very much!

However, the current Mahiru looked dumbfounded, and the present a few seconds later did not respond to Yaki's words.

Is it because I just switched my personality and I can't take it easy?

Miji doesn't know that, after all, Miji doesn't have a second personality, so he hasn't experienced such a thing.

Miki observed Miss Mahiru for a few more seconds, she seemed to be covering her heart, as if she was having very complicated emotions in her heart, her eyelashes trembled constantly.

"Hmm...it's me." Mahiru then responded.

"I'm sorry, Mi Ji." There was a pause in her voice, and she said embarrassingly: "It's all because I was lazy on the bed... I didn't wake up for a while, so this unpleasant thing happened."

"It's okay, it's okay, isn't it good now?" Mi Ji didn't care, only happy after being out of danger, as if many other negative emotions in his heart disappeared, or were sucked away by something.

Miki also wondered why he wasn't very angry or afraid to run away, but his emotions were indeed just as they are now.

I feel like I am about to become a Buddha, with no sorrow, no fear, no hatred, no resentment.Like the Virgin Mary in the novel, everything can be forgiven.

Oh wait, will Miji forgive the person who wants to change Miji's mind?

Sure enough, I can't forgive you, but I'm still a little angry!

Seeing that Mahiru seemed to blame herself a little, Yaki made a relaxed appearance and changed the subject:

"Mahiru hasn't had breakfast yet, please hurry up, Miki is here waiting for you to finish before going downstairs to clean up the kitchen."

Yaki tried to change the topic to the topic he was going to talk about in the room at the beginning.

"Don't Miki blame me?" Mahiru turned her head quietly.

"Not to blame." Miji tilted his head and said naturally: "It's not Mahiru who did this. I also know that the disease of multiple personality is very hard, so I don't blame Mahiru."

"But the more you say that, the more I feel guilty..."

"If this is the case, then listen to Mi Ji's words and go eat quickly. Mi Ji has been waiting for a long time to pack the tableware." Mi Ji pointed to the breakfast delivered by himself at the desk.

It's probably all gone.

Mahiru glanced at Miki, with a complicated and depressed expression, she nodded slowly without saying anything, and stood up from the bed.

This girl with excessively long red hair has cumbersome patterns on her body, and the black multiple skirts sway between her steps.

The knee-length red hair is rippling, falling like a waterfall, too long but not messy, and so soft that it looks like the red Milky Way belt in the sky.

The skin is fair and rosy, and the figure is exquisite and graceful, like a beauty that only appears in paintings.

The red hair itself added a wonderful aura to Mahiru.

Mi Ji looked at the other person's profile, and also saw her exquisite profile, which was beautiful and contained a trace of sadness and depression, and she didn't know who she was worrying about.

The girl with purple pupils sitting beside the bed felt a little confused, she just suddenly felt...

Mahiru, how beautiful?

……

520 [-]. Like?

so beautiful……

It seemed like it was the first time Yaki thought this way.

It's so beautiful that it makes Miji feel a little confused.

Has Mahiru always been this pretty?

Miki is a bit confused...

"Mahiru?" The girl blinked beside the bed, and for some reason, called out the other person's name.

She had nothing to say, she just wanted the other party to hear her own words, and she wanted such a beautiful person in front of her to respond to her voice.

At the same time, I also became confused, why did I feel that when I called her and spoke softly, there would be a warmth gushing out from my heart?

This kind of thing seems to have only happened when I was talking to Ms. Tsukino before...

Although the current Mahiru's appearance and charm has not yet reached the level of Tsukino in the form of public relations, is it actually close?No, Miki thinks something is wrong.

It's not just a matter of looks.

It's a bit good-looking, but it's not just good-looking, it seems that there is a deeper level...deeper, something closer to the soul, which is approaching the other party.

It was the first time Miss Yaki felt this way.

She quietly observed the other party in a daze, hoping that the person in front of her would take a second look at herself.

why?

It's weird... But, I don't think there is a problem.

Miki what's wrong...

The girl with purple pupils quietly placed her left hand on her heart, quietly watching all of Mahiru's movements.

Elegant and quiet footsteps, the swaying of the skirt, the slender wrists raised, leaning against the edge of the desk, and covering the skirt with both hands, and then quietly sitting on the white wooden chair in front of the desk, she seemed to be still maintaining her gaze. Worried about something, the lower lip was pursed lightly, and when it opened it turned into a sigh.

Just sitting on the white chair, Mahiru was vaguely aware of Yaki's whisper, her long eyelashes flickered, and she turned around before picking up the tableware.

"what happened?"

"No, it's nothing, I just feel a little strange." Miki sat on the bed and swayed from side to side, as if he wanted to observe Miss Mahiru from all angles.

No, you can't see it from that far away.

Yaki shook his head, stood up, and walked slowly towards Mahiru.

"Strange?" Mahiru was also very strange.

"It's okay, it's probably not a bad thing, Mahiru, you can have breakfast first." Miki waved his hand, approaching with small steps.

"But... if Miki looks at me like this, I don't know what to say." Mahiru looked away as before.

This kind of movement is so familiar, Miki remembers it, a few days ago Mahiru and Miki looked at each other for a few seconds and then turned their eyes to the other side, as if there was some threshold, Miki's eyes would be tired after looking at it for a while arrive.

Why did he behave like this at that time, Ya Ji now knows the answer.

She likes me.

A little happy?I was also a little happy when I was confessed before... But the two kinds of happiness seem to be a little different, why?

Miki couldn't tell.

"Well, then Miji doesn't look at you." Miss Miji replied.

But even though he said this, his gaze did not waver to other places.

"..." Mahiru still didn't move.

Mi Ji resisted, followed his own words and turned the direction he was facing to one side, and also took out his mobile phone and tapped on the featureless main interface.

After a few seconds, he quietly glanced at Mahiru's position.

Well, Mahiru doesn't look at me anymore.

Miki put away her mobile phone, pinched her chin with her fingers, and carefully watched every movement of the red-haired girl in front of her like a detective, from grabbing chopsticks and pinching a spoon, to lowering her head slightly to drink , When eating burgers, layer them up and eat them in small pieces.

As if aware of Mi Ji's gaze, this charismatic girl turned her head, and gently said the word Mi Ji in a questioning tone.

"Is there anything strange about me?" After taking a sip of the porridge, Mahiru put the tableware back on the plate, and looked towards Miki suspiciously.

"No, no, nothing!" For some reason again, Mi Ji raised his hands up and shook them nervously, emphasizing this point.

Miki realized her situation again, lightly pursed her lower lip, pressed her temples, and reluctantly told the other party part of the truth: "It's just, a little, a little bit, that Mahiru seems to be looking good now, um... the skirt suits you .”

Mahiru was a little surprised, and grabbed her own skirt with both hands, alleviating the joy of being praised a little, then touched her hot cheek with her left hand, bowed her head slightly, and said shyly:

"Um...thank you."

Well……

Miki had a strange feeling again.

It's a little awkward for the other party to make such a shy gesture under my praise... But, it's a good kind of awkwardness, how can I describe it... It seems that the two people's minds are pulling each other, and they are about to The appearance of intercourse.

is good on this side.

What kind of name should this feeling be given?

Mi Ji didn't know, she had never had a similar experience before.

But since it was a good experience, Yaji wanted to experience it again.

"Also, Mahiru's figure and face shape are also super pretty, like a beauty that only appears in paintings or CG animations, it's as perfect as a face pinched or sculpted by an art master." Miki praised Looking at the other party, he also nodded himself: "Moreover, such a gorgeous red hair adds a very detached temperament, and the eye and eyelashes are also very delicate. Even without makeup, it looks super good."

"It's not as good as Miki said..." Mahiru was so shy that she buried her head in her chest.

want to be close.

Miki took another step closer.

There was an inexplicable sense of pleasure spreading in her chest, and when she stared at Mahiru, she felt as if she had given her full attention to him.

Something is a little bit wrong...

She pressed her temple with some trouble, and it felt more painful than when she pressed her temple before.

He also suddenly remembered that when she was restrained by Mahiru and her sister just now, something seemed to have pierced it.

Could it be... now that Yaki thinks Mahiru is beautiful because of this?

Mi Ji took another half step back, and suddenly became a little panicked.

But this kind of thing should have nothing to do with Ms. Mahiru...

Miki hesitated for a while, and first maintained the previous tone and said: "Mahiru is so beautiful, so don't be so shy."

"Don't exaggerate, Miji, you can eat with peace of mind."

With a fake smile in his tone, Miki stepped back to the bed, hummed a brisk tone and took out his phone, pretending that he didn't care anymore.

"Hmm..." It took a long time for Mahiru to recover.

Facing the phone, Miki looked at Miss Mahiru on the other side from time to time.

She intends to keep it a secret.