This is being lenient?

Her gaze fell on Yuhi, no, to be exact, the exposed part of his bathrobe that showed his muscles. She stared at them absentmindedly. How does he get them to be like that? Sweat clung to the back of his neck, and she blinked.

Maybe he is nervous? Maybe she isn't the only one feeling self-conscious about this situation.

Sumire took a deep breath. She needs to calm down.

"What strange thoughts are you having now?"

Hey! Why is he insulting her? Sumire pouted. She wanted to scold him, but if they fought, nothing would happen.

'I only went along with his whims earlier because I also desired something happening.'

"It isn't strange! You're the one being strange. I just want you to join me inside. I will help you wash up." Sumire blurted out.

She could no longer take it. Ever since he came inside, she has been preparing herself for something to happen. But her patience is wearing thin!