[Demon Slayer: Blade] The fiancé is always incompetent and furious

"Put out your hand."

Midsummer in Tokyo is very hot. After nightfall, the sound of insects is faint, and the dim street lamps are like stars in the distance, faintly stained with water in the hot and humid summer night.

Mr. Jun Guo's fingers were pale and cold. He had just returned from get off work, and he was still wearing a well-fitting suit, but it seemed as if he could not feel the heat of the day. His handsome face was as cold and dignified as ever.

The person who gave the order slightly tensed his jaw, condescendingly waiting for me to extend my hand.

After revealing his angry side, Mr. Jun Guo no longer had that gentle appearance all day long.

Compared with the gentleness hidden in the smile, it seems that this is his original appearance. Everything before is just an illusion disguised for the world, and it is the environmental color he puts on in order to integrate into the society.

Is it broken?I assume rigorously.

But these words must never be said. Mr. Jun Guo's self-esteem is a very magical thing. It looks as cold as ice, but in fact it will crack open if you are not careful.If there is a hole, I still have to repair and mend it in the end, which is not an easy job.

Mr. Junguo got a little impatient waiting, with a look of displeasure on his face, the maid standing by the door gave me a nervous and pleading look, and I stretched out my hand——

What falls in the palm of the hand is very light.

I spread out my palm, and a small dragonfly landed on it.

The gift this time was different from the past, it was ordinary and not expensive at all.The dragonfly woven from bamboo leaves is obviously something that only children like, and it is hard to imagine that it will appear in Mr. Jun Guo's suit pocket.

I was silent for a while.

"what happened?"

Mr. Junguo stared at me with a tentative look in his plum-red eyes.

"..." I wanted to ask him, why did he suddenly think of giving me this?

The bamboo leaf dragonfly, which cannot even be called a commodity, naturally does not appear in the Mitsukoshi department store in the center of Tokyo.

I tried to imagine Mr. Jun Guo coming back from get off work, but after thinking about it, I laughed out loud when I came back to my senses.

Mr. Junguo seemed to relax. Before that, I didn't notice that his shoulders were tense all the time.

"You like this kind of stuff." He said with a certain tone, as if he was right from the beginning to the end, and his judgment would never be wrong or biased.

I didn't care about what kind of "this kind of thing" was, and I didn't ask him what happened when he came back from get off work today, what made him suddenly think of me.

I touched his cheek, his skin is always cold, like the condensed snow in winter, pale like a work of art without temperature.

"Thank you."

I can't describe how I feel.This gift is like a piece of candy, a piece of candy that I always wanted to taste when I was a child but never got it, and suddenly this dream came true when I stopped thinking about it in adulthood.

Is it sweet?

Instead of describing it like this, it's better to say...something seems to have finally been returned to me.

"However," I paused for a moment, and met the maid's eyes, "may I make another small request?"

Mr. Jun Guo squinted his eyes, he was in a good mood now, he didn't refute immediately, but asked me slowly: "What?"

I cleared my throat and put on my most convincing expression:

"I think we need a cat in our house."

It was a stray cat. It ran into the courtyard during the day and was caught by the maid when it was destroying the flower bed. Mimi yowled so fiercely that it could scare away a three-year-old child.

So cute.

I felt that I was stabbed in the heart by a strange arrow, so I asked the maid to put the cat down temporarily, and bought the culprit of this farce with a small dish of milk.

The culprit is currently in the kitchen, sleeping soundly in the makeshift nest.

Mr. Jun Guo looked at me expressionlessly.I feel like I am a vanguard standing at the forefront of the battlefield.

I blocked his eyes from looking at the maid, his cold expression was not kind at all.

"Give me a reason." Mr. Jun Guo's mood index was dropping.

I choose to be honest: "I'm bored at home."

He frowned, his eyes a little gloomy.

"I want to go out." But I know he won't allow it.

He always said that I needed to rest, but when I actually climbed up the tree and knocked on the window of his study, he didn't get angry.

Mr. Jun Guo is a contradictory person.

"Do you hate cats?" I asked him.

The question seemed to be something he hadn't expected, and Mr. Junguo didn't like him when it exceeded his expectations.

But he looked at me for a while, and I couldn't read his eyes.

"No." His voice was very slow, as if after careful consideration, it was deliberately soft and deep, as sweet as it was wrapped in honey, "I don't hate cats."

Mr. Jun Guo told me that he doesn't hate cats.

But not hating and liking are two different things.In the following week, I deeply realized: Mr. Jun Guo and cats are two kinds of creatures that cannot coexist.

The one who was unilaterally rejected was the cat: as soon as Mr. Junguo stepped into the room, the cat that was obediently rolling in my arms would rush out with a whoosh.

The cat didn’t dare to blow its fur, didn’t dare to hiss threateningly. Seeing Mr. Junguo was like seeing a natural enemy. Driven by the instinct to save its life, it flew out like an arrow. I couldn’t even catch it. I can't even coax it back.

I looked at Mr. Jun Guo with condemning eyes: "You are too fierce."

Mr. Junguo ignored me, he sat on the sofa in the living room and read the newspaper, he was not too hot in summer wearing a full suit.

When it comes to cats, there are three rules in the house:

[-]. You cannot go to the second floor.

Second, you cannot go to the second floor.

[-]. You cannot go to the second floor.

Tolerating a cat at home is already the limit. If the cat runs into the study or bedroom on the second floor, I have no doubt that Mr. Jun Guo will throw it out the next moment.

If you can't go to the second floor, you can't go to the second floor. Anyway, Mr. Jun Guo usually stays upstairs during the day.

I shifted position, teasing the cat in the living room, having fun with furry, who would have thought he would come down from the second floor with the newspaper.

"Don't you need to work?"

Mr. Jun Guo picked up the coffee: "I don't need it today."

Mr. Junguo dislikes his subordinates very much, thinking that all his subordinates are useless idiots.I think that Mr. Yiwozuo seems to be very capable, but this sentence cannot be said to Mr. Junguo.

I can go in and out of the study, and jumping through the window is also allowed, but occasionally, Mr. Jun Guo will stay alone in the study without being disturbed by anyone.

At that time, Mr. Jun Guo usually has important affairs to deal with.

I stared at Mr. Jun Guo, hoping that he would also have some important business to deal with today.

I don't know if he heard my heart, Mr. Jun Guo frowned, and suddenly closed the newspaper, his expression became a little displeased.

He glanced at me and told the maid who was respectful and respectful: "Don't let anyone disturb me for the next hour."

When Mr. Jun Guo disappeared upstairs, I also told the maid seriously: "I'm going to look for the cat in the courtyard."

The cat is on the tree.

Like all cats who know nothing about heights and depths, after climbing to the highest branch, it found that it could not get down, and the sound of Mimi's meowing was pitiful and helpless.

I stood under the tree and felt that I was the most needed person in the whole world.

"Stay still in the tree." I told the cat. I don't know if the cat understands the human language. It stopped barking and stayed obediently in the tallest tree shadow.

This tree is the tallest tree in the yard, and it can really pick.

I jumped to the bottom branch in twos and threes, and climbed up the trunk.

The midsummer sun is bright and warm, the noise of cicadas is continuous and undulating, the mottled light and shadow fall, and the sky glimpsed from the gaps in the tree crowns is high and blue.

The breeze was blowing, and the tree shadows were rustling softly. I climbed halfway and found myself stuck. The branch closest to my head was too far away, and I couldn't reach it with my arms, hands and feet.

I was hesitating when I suddenly heard someone under the tree say:

"Climb up the branch over there and try."

That voice is gentle and peaceful, like the wind blowing across the water by the lakeside where reeds are flying.

I turned around, but there was no one under the tree.

……who is it?

The blood all over his body was about to coagulate, and the heart that had stopped suddenly was beating again.

I don't know what I'm trying to grab, the voice has come to my lips, my head is about to split open in pain, the vague name is so far away from me, I desperately reach out to reach it.

"..."

please wait--

please wait-

I forgot where I was and how high I was from the ground. The world disappeared like summer foam. I took a step forward unconsciously, and the branches under my feet cracked and cracked.

……

I seem to have a dream.

It was a very long dream, as long as a person's life.

The golden sunlight slanted down from the gap, outlining the shimmering dust in the air.When I suddenly fell back to reality, half of me seemed to remain in the dream, so that I lay in bed for a long time before I realized where I was.

Mr. Junguo was talking to the doctor outside the room, his voice was so low that I couldn't hear the doctor's reply.

There was still a wet touch on my cheek, I raised my hand and touched the corner of my eye, there was nothing there, the dry and warm skin was human temperature.

I remember falling from a tree.This means that I may not be able to climb trees in the future, and as for cats-there are probably no cats.

I tried to sit up, and my body ached, but didn't seem to break a bone.

The room was very quiet, with gentle sunlight streaming in through the cracks in the curtains, I got out of bed, walked to the French windows barefoot and opened the curtains.The pain was insignificant at all.

The wooden floor that had been exposed to the sun was slightly hot, and it was very comfortable to step on it. I curled up my toes and stretched them slightly. The warm touch was very real, so real that it made people feel a little disappointed.

The noise of cicadas lingers in the air, and the light and shadow cut into grids by the window gently falls at my feet.

I didn't realize I was in a daze until a familiar voice came from behind.

"Today."

Mr. Jun Guo's expression didn't seem to be any different from usual.

"You're injured, you can't move around."

But I didn't see the maid when I woke up, and there was no sign of her in the courtyard.

Everything seems to be right, and nothing seems to be right.

I asked Miss Maid, does anyone know about the past?She said that my fiancé dismissed the original servant, and no one knew who I was and why we had a marriage contract. After the restart of my world, everything before was blank.

Mr. Junguo carried me back to the bed. I was so light in his arms that I didn’t seem to have any weight. He held me like a child, and it seemed that a little force could break my bones.

I leaned back on the soft pillow, and Mr. Junguo raised his hand and brushed my cheek with his fingers.There's a small scrape there.When he looked at me slightly, the expression on his face made me feel like I was a fragile and fragile product, but this did not match my vague memory—in my impression, it was me who needed the careful attention of others. Your fiancé is right.

"Mr. Jun Guo?" An inexplicable intuition prompted me to speak.

"...What?" His voice was a little careless.

"Don't I need to learn social etiquette?" I lost my memory, but I vaguely retained common sense.For a person of his status, his fiancée needs to be brought to various social occasions.

I stay at home every day, and the foreign-style silver tableware has been used up to now, not to mention the complicated etiquette. My knowledge of foreign languages ​​is limited to the medical aspects that I am interested in.

"If there is a banquet in the future..."

"There won't be such a thing." Mr. Jun Guo interrupted me suddenly and rudely.

I froze for a moment, and he seemed to come back to his senses.

"Chao Ri." Mr. Jun Guo lowered his tone, "You don't need to attend any banquet."

I subconsciously wanted to ask more questions, but he thought that was the end of the conversation.

Mr. Jun Guo told me in a low voice: "You have a good rest."

The author has something to say: Note: The name of the cat is "cat".

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About the weekly manga update, I realized: Mr. Crocodile is going to let me die

Too sharp.

And——Wu Mi's real body might be Pikachu [bu

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