“Oh! I am so sorry, Kyou!” she squealed, leaping to
her feet. Rushing to the sink, she grabbed the nearest towel before hurrying
back to the table to clean up the mess.
“What’s with you tonight?” he growled, milk dripping off
his pants and onto the floor as he stood next to the table.
Tohru’s cheeks heated at his comment; instead, she
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