Why did things turn out like this?

Katori was somewhat at a loss as she stood on a quiet path. The crisp chirping of small birds seemed to be right next to her ears. She reached out and touched a tree trunk on the side of the road. The tree trunk was rough to the touch, and a slightly hot temperature climbed up her palm, giving her a slight itch.

This was real.

She retracted her palm and placed it on the side of her face, then carefully recalled the strange situation before she transmigrated.

It was normal. She went to class normally, but when she got home, she received a strange text message.

[Do you want to see them?]

Who are 'they'?

Although that was what she thought, Katori already had an answer in her heart.

Three years ago today, she welcomed her first visitor from another world, and under his guidance, she rewrote the novel she wrote about him.

And the moment she received his approval, he disappeared.

After that, she welcomed the second one, and the third one. It wasn't until she rewrote all the doujinshi she had written before that her daily life finally returned to normal.

Until now.

So now she had transmigrated into their world?

Katori stared blankly at the cicadas on the tree, speechless.

Her mind was filled with thoughts like "What did I do wrong?", "Why is this world so unfriendly to me?", "Haven't I tortured her enough?", and so on.

Until she heard a familiar voice.

"Why are you here?"

The purple-haired youth's tone was slightly surprised. When Katori turned around to look at him, the youth was standing in the sunlight. The brilliant golden light completely submerged him, and even his hair was covered in a layer of gold under the sunlight.

It was Keigo.

Katori thought so, but her expression was still as if she was in a dream.

"Wow, so it's not a dream?"

Until she was taken to Keigo's Rolls-Royce, Katori still had a strong sense of unreality.

She pinched her palm. Hmm, very good, she could feel pain.

The scenery outside the car quickly passed by. She carefully stared at the pedestrians on the side of the road, not daring to look at the expression of the person behind her.

Back then, the time she spent with Keigo could be said to be quite chaotic. The two of them had a lot of fun arguing with each other … I should say it was very intense.

When Keigo stayed with her, he didn't have a good expression on his face for a few days. It could be said that she was lucky not to have been beaten to death by Keigo at that time.

And now, she had fallen into Keigo's hands …

Katori saw Keigo's reflection in the car window. He seemed to be resting with his eyes closed. Taking advantage of the fact that Keigo didn't know that she was looking at him, she recklessly sized up the young man whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

His bangs parted in the middle were parted to the sides, and the ends of his hair were slightly curled. He didn't seem to be any different from when she had met him before.

Keigo's face had matured. His previously immature facial features had matured, and his originally delicate face had become even more attractive. Especially when his pair of deep blue eyes opened, the flickering luster within them seemed to be able to suck people in …

Wait, his eyes opened?

Katori finally realized what she was doing. She awkwardly looked at Keigo, who had opened his eyes at some point, for a while before suddenly turning her head away.

Ahhh, when did he open his eyes?!

And when did she turn her head?!

Being caught peeping, Katori's face quickly burned up, and her body stiffened because of Keigo's ambiguous gaze.

"Ah yes, you were peeping at me?"

She replied almost without thinking, "Because you're good-looking!"

Katori seemed to hear Keigo chuckle. She secretly looked up and saw that Keigo had closed his eyes again.

She secretly sighed in relief. It seemed that she had gotten away with it.

However, she wasn't wrong. Keigo was indeed good-looking. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been caught staring at him.

Eh, now that she put it that way, she seemed to be a pervert.

With all kinds of thoughts running through her mind, Katori's attention was quickly diverted when the car drove into Keigo's mansion.

Keigo's house was really big, and the environment was particularly good. It looked like a high-end house.

Katori, who felt like she lacked vocabulary, felt a deep sense of guilt when she sensed the difference between them.

Her crappy writing couldn't even describe one ten-thousandth of Keigo's house!

From the looks of it, she should be thankful that Atobe did not beat her up back then. After all, her description was like turning a golden palace into a normal residential area. The difference could not be described by the difference between heaven and earth.

In fact, she didn't know if the use of clouds and mud was right …

With such complicated feelings, Katori followed Keigo into the living room.

"Your room is the innermost one in the corner on the second floor. It's always cleaned, so you don't have to worry about hygiene.

Use the things in the room. If you need anything, just tell the housekeeper, "Keigo casually said to Katori as he sat down on the sofa.

"Then thank you Keigo -kun." In contrast to Keigo's casual attitude, Katori's expression was very serious, and she even used honorifics.

"What's with the reaction?"

Keigo sneered. "You've been through so much before, and now you're embarrassed?"

"Not really …" Katori's mind suddenly flashed with a bunch of scenes that needed to be censored. She took a deep breath and weakly pressed her temples.

[Okay, he won.]

"It's just that I was the one taking care of you before. Now that the situation is reversed, I feel the difference."

"It feels like I'm Keigo's sugar baby." She couldn't help but complain.

"Yeah, if that's what you think, I don't have a problem with it." Keigo touched his mole with an unfathomable expression.

"It's just that it's been so long, you still haven't gotten rid of the messy thoughts in your head?

I will not bring a woman home for no good reason, and I will not keep a mistress for no good reason. "Atobe's tone was laced with deep disdain, and Katsura instantly felt like she was being looked down upon.

They all say it's because I'm young and immature … Katori was a bit speechless. She was too lazy to explain.

Katori thought about it, sat down next to Keigo, and tentatively suggested. "Keigo, can I touch your hand?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Just to make sure." Katori carefully touched Keigo's open palm, and then put her hand on it.

Keigo's hand wasn't smooth to the touch, and there were faint calluses between his fingers due to long-term exercise.

However, Katori's heart felt a little calm, and there was an inexplicable feeling.

She seemed to have suddenly thought of something. She crossed her fingers and wrapped them around Keigo's fingers. She looked up at him nervously and asked, "Does it hurt?"

If it hurt, it wouldn't be a dream.

This woman … Atobe's breathing was suddenly sucked dry by their fingers. With a tug of his wrist, Katsura was pulled into his embrace, and her head knocked heavily into his chest.

Her ear was pressed tightly against Keigo's chest, and she could hear his strong heartbeat.

"Don't worry, it's real."

Keigo's voice was a little low, but it had an inexplicable soothing effect. He gently patted Katori's head to comfort her, and then stopped.

Katori felt that Keigo's behavior was a little strange, but after hearing his words, she temporarily put aside her doubts and asked, "When Keigo came to my world before, did you have such thoughts?"

She doubted the reality of this world, and wondered if she was in a dream.

"No one would not panic when they come to a strange place," Keigo's voice was still calm. "I just didn't show it."

"And compared to me, you're pretty good."

Atobe grumbled with annoyance. "At least you know me. When I was in that world, I didn't know anyone."

No, if this was a world, she would not only know Keigo.

With this thought in mind, Katori silently looked up and met his eyes.

Their breaths intertwined for a moment, and she suddenly jumped up as if she had been scalded.

"I'm sorry!

I didn't do it on purpose! "

Huh?

Speaking of which, wasn't it Keigo who did it? Why should she apologize?

Keigo clenched his fist, and Katori's temperature seemed to remain on it. He withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened and said calmly, "Since you've calmed down, let's go eat. I specially asked the chef to make Chinese dishes."

Katori immediately threw away her previous doubts and looked at him with admiration. "Keigo, you're amazing!"

Keigo, who was flattered, curled the corner of his mouth and snorted. "Of course, who do you think I am?"

Katori's original name was Su Wan. It was only because her name was seriously inconsistent with her personality that she picked up her childhood name, "Katori Ito", and let them call her. It was more convenient to call her by her Japanese name.

She explained this sentence to make it clear that it was not strange that she was used to Chinese food when she was a Japanese name …

The food at Keigo's house was very exquisite, but because it was too exquisite, it lacked flavor.

It was like the feeling when one went to a restaurant to eat. There was an indescribable sense of alienation.

The food was exquisite, but that was it.

"How is it?"

"Hmm." Katori looked a little conflicted. "It's very exquisite, just like the feeling of eating in a restaurant."

"It's not as good as yours."

Katori was stunned when she heard this. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she even looked a little frightened. "Keigo, what are you talking about?"

Didn't she only know how to cook instant noodles?

Although she knew how to cook some side dishes, they were still very homely dishes!

Katori felt that something was wrong with Keigo. It was the same before, when he pulled her into his arms without saying anything …

Could it be that he was possessed by something?!

Katori panicked and patted Keigo's face, shaking his shoulders. "Wake up, Keigo!

You're the King of the Ice Emperor, how could you be defeated by a ghost? "

"What's wrong with you!"

Keigo's mouth twitched, and he grabbed her hand. "It's rare for me to praise you, so why are you so arrogant?"

No, it's better if you don't praise her, it doesn't suit your character.

Katori could not help but complain in her heart.

With this interruption, the strange ambiguous atmosphere between the two of them dissipated.

Keigo asked her to do whatever she wanted, then he put on his jacket and pretended to walk out.

Seeing that Keigo had no intention of going upstairs, Katori could not help but ask, "Are you still going out?"

"There's extra training at the tennis club today," Keigo explained. "Or do you want to go out with me?"

"Bye!" Katori turned around and walked upstairs expressionlessly. Keigo chuckled behind her.