My love index is at its maximum.

"Tasaki-san..." Kuriyama Sakura tilted her head cutely and asked softly, "You had a great time playing all day, didn't you?"

"That's not true. I have no idea how envious I am of you being able to stay in an air-conditioned room."

"Huh? You're lying, aren't you? With your most adoring wife and your blonde, blue-eyed ex by your side, why would you envy me?"

"Let's not talk about the mistress for now..." Tazaki Tsukasa leaned closer and whispered in Kuriyama Sakura's ear, "My ex basically treated me like a tool. Didn't you see that when we walked in, she acted like she didn't even see me?"

Kuriyama Sakura recalled for a moment and nodded uncertainly: "Now that you mention it, it does seem to make a lot of sense. Although she used to pretend to ignore you, subtle changes in her eyes and small gestures would still reveal her inner turmoil. But from last night to tonight, I observed that when she was facing you, her expression was completely unresponsive."

"So, you'd better stop fantasizing about me and her," Tsukasa Tazaki said truthfully.

Kuriyama Sakura stared into his eyes: "What happened between you two?"

Both of their pupils were very clear, so clear you could see right to the bottom.

"Nothing happened..."

"How could something suddenly turn out like this when nothing was going on?"

"Anyway, it's hard to explain."

"It seems I need to observe further."

“No need, I’ll demonstrate for you right now.” Tazaki Tsukasa bent down slightly and extended his hand to Kuriyama Sakura: “Ms. Kuriyama, let’s continue the dance we didn’t finish at the last ball.”

Kuriyama Sakura sighed, exasperated. "You suddenly pulled this stunt... Ah, let go..."

"Don't make a sound."

Tsukasa Tazaki held one of her hands and wrapped the other around her slender waist: "You might not believe it, but I can tell what kind of feelings a beautiful girl might have for me."

Forced to step into a waltz, Kuriyama Sakura didn't say a word, her expression completely murderous.

"Just like you, you are very wary of me."

"?"

Kuriyama Sakura looked at him in astonishment: "No... I didn't, it's not..."

"What kind of relationship do we have? Lying would be pointless."

Tazaki Tsukasa lowered his head slightly to look at her, their eyes met, and a blush slowly crept onto the girl's beautiful cheeks.

"Just put on a show for her."

"acting?"

"Correct."

Kuriyama Sakura sneered and unceremoniously stepped on Tazaki Tsukasa's toes.

"Gan!"

Tazaki Tsukasa gritted his teeth and groaned, his arm around her waist tightening unconsciously.

Forced to press her body tightly against his, her nostrils filled with the strange scent of the opposite sex, Kuriyama Sakura's cheeks burned intensely, and she suddenly regretted stepping on his foot.

"Let's get down to business..." Tazaki Tsukasa suppressed the pain in his head and asked softly, "In our daily interactions, if I asked you to let your guard down and face me, could you do it?"

“Impossible.” Kuriyama Sakura shook her head, gritting her little tiger teeth: “I have already raised my alert level for you to the highest level.”

"She can."

Tsukasa Tazaki held her soft, slender waist, inhaling the sweet fragrance emanating from her neck.

With light, graceful dance steps, Kuriyama Sakura glanced at the blonde girl.

The latter was completely absorbed in the viewfinder, paying no attention to what was happening on the other side.

What are her feelings towards you?

"Exclusive!"

Kuriyama Sakura opened her small mouth in surprise, her eyes revealing shock. Tazaki Tsukasa was close enough to smell the warm, sweet breath coming from her mouth.

A person who can control their inner instincts and desires is a remarkable person.

A perfect person is one who can remain calm and composed when faced with things that are completely contrary to their inner instincts and desires.

This kind of person is called Yui Kawakawa.

Chapter 152 Just Taking a Sleep

After the dance.

Tazaki Tsukasa did not let go immediately, but instead used the dim light of the courtyard to examine Kuriyama Sakura's face.

The number one beauty is indeed very pretty.

Upon closer inspection, it felt as if a small pebble had been suddenly thrown into the depths of my heart.

The surface of the human heart is crisscrossed with grooves, and deep within these grooves are blood vessels that make it difficult to access. Yet, her beauty can precisely throw pebbles into these grooves, directly disrupting the heartbeat's frequency.

Kuriyama Sakura reminded him, "It's time to let go."

"Your waist is so slim."

As Tsukasa Tazaki released his grip, he couldn't help but honestly praise, "The feel was absolutely amazing, like the Big Bang."

What a strange metaphor!

Kuriyama Sakura shrugged slightly. She didn't dislike him, but that didn't stop her from giving him a look that said he was an idiot.

She turned around, walked up the stairs, and planned to go back to her room to enjoy the air conditioning.

"Your Majesty..."

Tsukasa Tazaki caught up from behind, saying, "Please let me sleep in your room tonight."

Kuriyama Sakura stumbled and almost fell down the stairs.

"are you serious?"

Tsukasa Tazaki nodded: "Very serious!"

She hesitated for a moment, then hummed in agreement.

In the courtyard, the blonde girl turned off the camera, lay down on a chair, and slowly closed her eyes.

All was quiet, and the bright moon illuminated the surrounding clouds, making them appear majestic and ethereal.

The guesthouse is built on the beach where the old fishermen's huts used to be. If you dig a few meters down, seawater seeps out.

Being too close to the sea means you'll smell the tide, the wind, the sound of waves, and the smell of fish... When the wind is strong, fine sand will patter against the windowpane.

"Does 'fish flavor' refer to the smell of dried fish?"

"I don't understand either. That's what my boss told me today."

"That must smell awful."

"Who knows?"

With that, Kuriyama Sakura snapped the cord shut and closed the blinds.

Fine sand pattered against the windowpane, making a "pitter-patter" sound.

"The wind is picking up."

"Um, the floor is too hard. Could you please throw me a pillow?"

"Aren't you going back to your room yet?"

"She's asleep."

Tsukasa Tazaki turned over and pulled the blanket tighter around himself.

Just kidding, I finally got into an air-conditioned room, I'd rather die than go back to my own room for a sauna.

What's wrong with the wind getting stronger?

Even if it's huge, can it be cooler than an air conditioner?

Kuriyama Sakura rubbed her throbbing forehead, completely helpless against Tazaki Tsukasa, who was displaying the shameless side of a man.

She stomped on Tsukasa's foot in a fit of rage, then picked up a book, put on her headphones, and began reading by the bedside lamp.

Tsukasa Tazaki glanced at it.

Kuriyama Sakura, who had been secretly observing his actions, instantly became wary, crossing her arms: "What do you want?"

"I suddenly wonder what song you're listening to right now."

Kuriyama Sakura tossed one of her earphones over and sneered, "You can't understand it anyway."

Tazaki Tsukasa put on his headphones, his eyes lit up, and he recited along with the intro: "When I left the bookstore, I left a mask behind, hoping to take it home to you."

(When I left the bookstore, I left an umbrella behind, hoping that you would be the one to take it home.)

"..." Kuriyama Sakura paused for a moment, then continued, "At 0:0 in 2000, during the live television broadcast of the New York Times Square celebration crowds, did I see you?"

As if reciting lines, Tsukasa Tazaki continued, "If I knew you, what gift would I receive for Christmas this year?"

"Have you used this water glass in this restaurant?"

“I took the train from Brussels to Amsterdam. Looking out the window at the dozens of small towns, thousands of miles of land, and tens of millions of people, I wondered if we had already missed the only chance in our lives to meet.”

Have you bought the new album yet?

"I suspect that the one with the hoarse voice that time was you."

“I recognize your handwriting.”

"I drifted from Asia all the way to South America."

Kuriyama Sakura burst out laughing, as if she had captured the charm of something new; it was truly a delightful moment.

"How come you speak Cantonese?" Tsukasa Tazaki asked.

"For a period of time, I was obsessed with Wong Kar-wai's films and spent three months learning from them."

"To have learned this much in just three months is remarkable."

"What about you?"

"Me?" Tsukasa Tazaki put his hands behind his head and stared at the Tengoban: "You might not believe it, but I knew it in my past life."