Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

She simply loved watching girls dancing and talking.

"…When I took the box, it exploded. I heard it say 'Enjoy me', and I thought the little fat boy also liked ice cubes, so I--"

Yuno Agatsuma held her chin in her hand and smiled at the girl who was telling the story in a confused manner. When her emotions reached a peak, she couldn't help but speak:

"Yuesha, how much do you miss me?"

Mori Yuesa paused and blinked.

Well…

Probably more than the little rabbit wants to eat carrots.

"Maybe little rabbits don't just eat carrots." Yuno Agatsuma teased her, her eyes wandering over Nagini's stern face: "Sometimes they eat rotten vegetable leaves, too."

The rotten vegetable leaf maid looked over expressionlessly.

Carrot Yuno looked back with a smile.

The two ladies exchanged friendly eye contact for a few seconds.

Morizuki Sa didn't feel the lightning and sparks exploding from another dimension at all. After glancing at Nagini, she put her chin close to Yuno and whispered quietly: "I tell you, there was one time when Nagini's tongue tasted bitter..."

"Mori! Yue! Sha!"

The maid gnashed her teeth and couldn't bear it any longer.

Why does this child tell everything?

Mori Tsukisa stuck out her tongue: "But Yuno doesn't seem to like hearing travel stories... I can only tell you what happened between you and me."

"But it seems that this is the only thing that happened to us? It has been repeated many times?"

Seeing that Yuno Agatsuma's face was getting more and more unfriendly, Nagini decisively turned around and left the table. She had occupied the host for so long, so she decided not to provoke this psychopath when she came back.

"I'll make arrangements for dinner."

"I want grilled eel!"

"understood."

"And the one you made—"

"understood."

“And more…”

Agatsuma Yuno quietly leaned forward and approached Mori Tsukisa's loose curly hair. She raised her nose and sniffed gently, just like a hound that had been lost for a long time and found its owner again.

Love and desire, spirit and flesh.

She couldn't tell what proportion they held in the relationship between Mori Yuesha and herself. Perhaps... there was no need to tell.

Mori Yuesha's body was lingering with the scent of wind and ice. She had clearly only been away from this world for a short while, but she could still accurately sense that time had gone through a very long circle.

She could always capture my heart with her clear but seductive eyes, and when she looked at me, she would gently scratch my skin.

She wanted to tear open her flesh and kiss her bones—and she also wanted her to tear open herself, swallow and gnaw on her soul…

The longing has been twisted into deformity, creating a needle hole in the pustule called love, from which flows out a strange and gurgling attachment.

"...I'm telling you, Cookie has grown up! Now she's finally an elegant lady. She can spit out ice chips just like me. Are you excited? Let me show you a-"

"Moon veil."

Agatsuma Yuno suddenly bent down and rubbed Mori Yuesa's face affectionately.

"Yuno...?"

Agatsuma Yuno rested her head on Mori Tsukisa's shoulder.

The baby birds feel safe when they see their mother return to the nest.

"Yuesha," she said softly, wrapping her left hand around Mori Yuesha's wrist and placing it around her neck.

"There's something missing here."

"Hey...but we're going to eat soon--"

"Are you hungry?"

"I'm..." Mori Yuesha was surrounded by light pink, and whispered aggrievedly: "I, I can still bear it for a while."

Then...

Be patient a little longer.

My...little cutie.

Chapter 3 Porcelain Doll

Porcelain doll, porcelain doll in candlelight.

Climb and crawl,

Climb and climb.

Porcelain doll, a porcelain doll in the dark.

Climb and crawl,

Climb and climb.

Blood turns to jelly,

Offal smoothie.

Porcelain doll...

Climb and climb...

The spacious living room is simple and refreshing, with a carpet woven with tigers and roses.

There was no light, just a circle of thin white candles.

It was eerily dark, and the only bright spot made people feel cold all over.

In the center surrounded by white candles, three or five cheap round fat dolls painted with modern oil paints were gathered together. They raised their eyebrows and eyes drawn with black ink in a weird way, snuggled up to each other with a smile, swayed with the swing of the flames, and sang a minor tune in the opposite beat.

A thin, high-pitched, frightening child's voice.

Climb and climb...

The nursery rhymes continued to echo among the candles, and the entire living room seemed to be pulled into a gloomy and terrifying dream - until the owner of the house came back.

Young homeowner.

He stopped outside the door, took out his key and turned on the light.

His leather shoes flipped back and forth, and he walked into the house with a pair of old dark blue slippers, clattering on.

He was startled when he saw the candles and porcelain dolls on the carpet. A big "again" appeared in his mind. He sighed and threw the black bag into the sofa.

Start cleaning up.

Roll up the candles one by one and put them in the cupboard, feel the carpet for any solidified wax, and finally, put the round porcelain dolls back where they belong.

From his calm look, it's obvious that this is not the first time he has dealt with this.

"Could you please stop messing around on the carpet..."

The young office worker was troubled because he liked this carpet very much. Now it seems that he cannot put it in the living room at least, otherwise the house might catch fire one day.

“That’s too willful.”

These strange and cute porcelain pieces would only move when no one was in the house. He installed indoor surveillance cameras, but they were interfered with by some unknown force and could not record anything.

As soon as I get home from get off work, the carpet is a mess.

The little porcelain dolls had smiles on their faces, and were leaning against each other in groups of two or three.

"At least when I'm at home you can..."

At least it won't catch fire.

He begged the landlord for a long time before he was able to rent this house.

He will have to live here for at least five years.

The young man placed the porcelain dolls, one in each hand, on the top of the display shelf in the living room.

How do they get down from such a high place?

The last one, the brown doll.

A round body, a simple face, thick eyebrows that were smeared on the brown body by careless craftsmen, a small nose, and two upturned corners of the mouth.

It's quite fun to hold.

It's icy cold and heavy.

thump.

The young man tiptoed and carefully put the brown one on.

"I really want to stop buying candles, but I'm afraid you'll use other things to light the fire..."

People who smoke always find lighters in strange places at home.

Besides, God knows whether they will use gas.

"Hey…"

Speaking of which, I had to stay up until the early hours of the morning to input the data that the minister had assigned me today...

Rubbing his greasy face, the man held his waist, opened the refrigerator, hastily heated up a rice ball, and rewarded himself with a can of beer.

"After eating, we'll start working."

"When will this kind of life end? I don't want to get married, I don't want to have children, I just want to make enough money to live in a beautiful countryside in my old age, and raise a loyal dog and a few ancestors who occasionally meow and slap me..."

It's just a very good life.

He tried to break his two-year single streak by going on a date last week, and found that he and the woman had unexpectedly hit it off - the kind of hit it off that singles can hit it off.

"Hey, you have to have children after you get married. You work hard in the first half of your life, and you have to support your parents in the second half of your life. Do you still have to have children? Not to mention the expenses, who has the energy?"

'What I mean is that I am very busy with work and I have to take care of my child's education. I don't want to be an irresponsible father.'

"So you have no choice but to not have a baby. Your mother doesn't want to, does she?"

'Yes, otherwise I wouldn't be sitting here.'

"It would be better to do something meaningful with that time."

'Indeed, I saw your message saying you like traveling?'

'Yeah, I went to New Zealand with some sisters before, it was really beautiful.'

"There is also our company over there."

"Really? You are..."

'Work related to perfume.'

"Really? Now that I think about it, I have a friend who is also doing something like this..."

The love affair didn't work out, but a business deal was made.

Really are…

Hey.

The young man stuffed the remaining rice ball into his mouth, puffed out his cheeks, crumpled up the cellophane and threw it into the trash can.

Clear the table and wash hands.

The moment I turned around, an unstable, non-slip slipper slid on the water stains on the floor, leaving a thin extension line.

Snapped…

boom.