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... at’s no reason for you to poke my nose with a wooden spoon, is it?
The warm medicinal broth spilled. Aside from a few droplets clinging to the straight bridge of his nose, most of it flowed down his philtrum toward his tightly pressed lips.
"Ara, my apologies."
Kochou Shinobu, having realized she had been distracted a moment ago, spoke with utter insincerity.
"..."
How could Kiyokawa Izumi possibly blame her?
He would even find excuses for her—perh ...
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