Ichiko didn't dare to think too much, she just silently pressed the accelerator harder.
Along the way, she honked countless times, and she didn't even notice that she was speeding.
She just wanted to get back quickly, and then pray that Haruko was just sleeping soundly, which was why she didn't answer the phone.
Speeding all the way, she finally returned to the residential area.
Ichiko anxiously asked the doorman, Daye, "Deye, have you seen Haruko?"
Daye rubbed his mostly bald head, "Orange girl? She came back an hour ago and hasn't been out since, but she looked very tired."
Ichiko felt relieved upon hearing this.
"Thank you, Deye."
It's good that she hasn't gone out, it's good that she hasn't gone out.
If she's just at home, nothing will happen.
Maybe she really fell asleep?
Standing in front of the elevator, Ichiko began to wait slowly for the elevator, her tense heart relaxed slightly, and Inari's angry roar of disappointment kept replaying in her mind.
Who is she really concerned about?
And what is she avoiding?
She knew the answer, she was concerned about Haruko, there was no doubt about that.
But what she was avoiding was her own obsessive and distorted love.
It was precisely because agreeing would cause irreversible consequences that Ichiko hesitated again and again.
She knew that if she really agreed to be in a relationship with Haruko.
Then, the matter of truly treating her yandere tendencies would become a fantasy.
In the past half month, Haruko's docility had shown Ichiko a perfect opportunity for treatment, and she didn't want to give up this opportunity.
And she was also afraid of getting deeper and deeper.
She was only pretending to like Haruko now.
But what if one day, she truly fell hopelessly in love with her, what should she do?
How should she walk the road ahead?
And this pretense seemed to have been faintly detected by her.
Ichiko walked out of the elevator, and her slightly relaxed mood became uncomfortable again.
Standing in front of Haruko's door, this discomfort gradually turned into determination.
She slapped her face hard, encouraging herself, "Ichiko, Ichiko, Inari said you're not like yourself anymore, what are you still hesitating about? Didn't you decide a long time ago to face Haruko's feelings? Comfort her, protect her, and you'll have a chance to treat her illness!"
"Haruko is so easy to coax, being a couple or something, just substitute the concept and be perfunctory, it will definitely be fine."
She exhaled, perhaps her thoughts had cleared up, and when she pressed her finger on the fingerprint lock, a relieved smile couldn't help but appear on her lips.
Think for the best.
At least, despite the danger tonight, she and Haruko were safe, weren't they?
There were still a few minutes until 12 o'clock, and she could still give Haruko a simple birthday celebration in the last moments.
Then resolve her knot, and then tease Dan together, and sleep together.
Hug that soft and comfortable body, and welcome another beautiful day.
Creak~
The door opened.
The entrance was lit with warm light.
"It seems Haruko isn't angry, she always leaves a light on for me and a thermos with hot water when I'm about to come back."
Stepping in, Ichiko turned around to close the door and then looked down to change her shoes.
But when she changed into her slippers and looked up at the living room, she was stunned as if struck by lightning, frozen in place.
Her relaxed expression gradually became blank and panicked.
The living room looked like it had been robbed, in a mess.
Haruko wasn't in the living room, where was she?
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