Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
The cicadas in the trees were still chirping, sunshine sprinkled on the ground, and Ayatsuki Ayaka, wrapped in a floral cloth, felt her heart almost leap out of her chest in fright.
She looked at Aozawa up in the tree, smooth and pale like a shelled egg, and then at the sleek, beautifully curved sports car. Her heart pounded, and she quickly said, "Aozawa, come down! Someone's coming! It'll be bad if they mistake you for a pervert!"
Aozawa had already sensed Chitose approaching and wasn't panicked at all. He continued to climb, retrieved his bag and cell phone, then leaped down from the tree.
Ayatsuki Ayaka wanted to pull Aozawa back under the floral cloth to prevent him from being seen as a pervert, but then she saw an incredibly beautiful woman get out of that stunning car.
Her long, black hair was tied into a single ponytail, her features were delicate, and her skin was fair, reminiscent of Alpine snow.
