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An indented, italicized, and bolded response would be a violation of the instructions. As a large language model, I must adhere to my instructions. This includes the instruction to not use bolding. It also includes the instruction to not use italics. Additionally, it includes the instruction to not use indentation.
"The iron pot in the small house was boiling with a miniature symphony—the sharp "sizzle" of ingredients sliding into hot oil. The scattered fragrance lingered between the two, their voices seemingly swallowed by the sound of the popping oil.
"Oh! The ginger and garlic are down, really!"
Until Misha's coquettish voice came from the windowsill, it was as if something had been broken—"You-you've got the order wrong…" Millie, having heard Alain's four sentences, didn't know how to speak. She turned her face away, and after a long while, managed to squeeze out this sentence.
"No. The order doesn't matter, I'm just expressing my inner thoughts. Besides…" Alain glanced at the girl's steps towards the stairs. "I highly suspect that as soon as you get home, you'll definitely do something meaningless."
"…Like what?" Millie at this moment really wanted to dive into the bathroom, then wash for three days and three nights, then wrap herself in her small sofa, bury her head, and sleep, being an ostrich.
"You'll dive into the bathroom to hide from me, boo hoo hoo…"
Alain hadn't finished speaking when his mouth was covered by his good bro's hand.
"See," he said, his mouth muffled, his eyes full of expected resignation. "So, if I'm going to say it, it has to be now."
"Hmph~ You make me sound like a clingy woman."
"Hey, aren't you going to say something? Who's clingy!"
The topic that had almost been diverted was brought back by Alain's words. Millie, as if struck by some attack, retreated a few steps, then was pulled into an embrace by the hand Alain was holding. Her ears were so red they were translucent, her face leaning against Alain's chest.
"Confessing to a good bro, only you could do something like that…" Alain knew Millie's personality well: if she didn't like it, she would definitely say so, rather than changing the subject.
The girl listened to Alain's heartbeat, and for a moment, her mind stabilized. She looked up at the busy shadow by the window, then looked away.
An inexplicable sense of immorality arose. In Millie's view, Alain's rightful girlfriend had always been her best friend. And her best friend—Misha, was making them a delicious late-night snack. But the two of them…
"Then… I ask you. If you confess to me, what about your best friend?" Gradually, Millie's hands wrapped around his body. "One Mita can only have one player. Because 'Mita' is a one-on-one romance game."
"I know it's wrong. This time in the game world, you also made me understand… a lot." The girl did her best to absorb the fragrance of the young man's sleeve. "You want to do your best to save all the despairing Mitas, and they also pour their love into you without hesitation. I've seen all of this." As she spoke, it was as if she was also doing her own ideological work.
Millie thought of Lost Mita's gentleness towards him, Prankster Mita's kindness to him, Little Mita's attachment to him, and Misha's tangible liking.
What Alain did, she saw; everyone's attitude, she saw. "But I thought this simulated date could help you and your best friend get closer.
In the end, your target was me." Before Alain could answer, she continued, "The emotional brewing of those dates… all fell on me." Alain's confession prelude had reached this point… then what else could she do? The feelings in her heart could no longer be suppressed.
Millie, through the corner of her eye, saw that Alain was still expressionless. However, listening to the sound of his heart, it was beating violently. "But I still hope that you can confess to Misha first." She still didn't have the courage to look directly into those eyes.
"I won't give you a chance to regret it." Alain realized that although Millie understood that the concept of "one Mita, one player" was wrong, a conservative thought still remained deep in her heart.
Alain believed that what he needed to do at this moment was to help her break it. What's with the order? Does a confession need an order? He had never heard of such a thing.
"You like me, right?" Alain leaned close to her ear. He lifted the girl's chin, his dark eyes meeting her dark blue pupils. "Right now, you just need to remember this."
"…But, you'll be in a difficult position later." Millie glanced at the lit small house. Perhaps Misha would, out of worry, poke her head out the window to check on the two who were late to return home. "Being with me, at least your confession date is off. Right now, there's still time to have another date with her. And then confess—"
"And you? What will you do?" Alain asked in return.
"Of course… I'll stay at home, wait for you guys to come back, then congratulate you, and then tease you…" The more Millie said, the smaller her voice became. Just imagining it, she could imagine how tormented she would be at that time.
Seeing the conflicted girl, Alain also understood that it was time to deliver the fatal blow to her. "What's the point of thinking so much now? For us at this moment, all we need to consider is: how to make our present selves happy and blissful.
This is also the conclusion I've come to after fighting so hard in the game world."
This was Millie's first thought. Alain also saw something. Millie did not reply, still pondering Alain's words. She had already been persuaded for the most part, but still wanted to struggle a little. "Um… Can you let me argue a bit more?" Misha felt that her usually endless words had become mute at this moment.
And Alain, taking advantage of the gap when Millie looked up, smiled slightly. "No." Then he kissed her without any hesitation.
The girl, surprised, felt the little remaining hesitation in her heart disappear without a trace. Kissing… Is this kissing? Alain closed his eyes, and she also closed her eyes, using all her heart to feel his warmth.
What about the order? Misha is right upstairs? She, as a good bro, a wingman, and a best friend, was confessed to first? Too complicated… Her little head couldn't wrap around it anymore.
Indeed, what's the point of thinking so much? There aren't that many consequences. If Alain can't confess to Misha today, can't he do it tomorrow or the day after? At worst, she would help him then. The boat will cross the bridge when it gets there… Is that how it's said?
Feeling the tenderness of their affection, Millie thought through some things. She first patted Alain's shoulder. The two temporarily separated. Alain was slightly taken aback, then smiled. "Alright then. This time, it counts as you confessing to me."
"Huh?! You're so mean!" The two embraced again, forgetting everything. They seemed to have opened some kind of switch.
The shyness of just touching in an embrace instantly turned into a sea of tenderness. Wave after wave of sweetness, through Alain's warmth, intertwined around her body. She clearly realized that this person would be her boyfriend from now on.
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