July 27, Thursday.
Early morning.
The cellphone on the bedside table started to ring incessantly. A hand stretched out from under the covers, picked up the phone, and swiped to the answer button.
"Miss Morimoto."
"She's still asleep, and besides, she's taken the day off to rest, so don't call again!" Aozawa replied with a stern face.
Being rudely awakened early in the morning, he would have cursed the bastard on the other end to death with the Book of Destiny if Chitose weren't sleeping beside him.
Without waiting for a response, he tried to hang up, but a chop landed heavily on his head.
"Don't just answer my phone!" Chitose reached out from behind him.
The air conditioning was set to 17 degrees Celsius, preventing their close physical contact from becoming the kind of overwhelming heat that would make one sweat.
