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Her long black dress fluttered in the wind, and her exposed skin was red from the cold.
She bit her lip, her gaze lowered, not daring to look directly at the man standing beside her.
"Regret it?"
Shiraishi's voice carried a hint of mockery as he gently stroked his chin with his long fingers, his gaze sweeping over her body.
Kuonji Yuju did not answer, but simply curled up even tighter.
She truly regretted it—regretted signing the contract with this man with such a twisted sense of humor. "853"
The contents of the contract echoed in her mind, each word pricking her nerves like a needle.
"Don't be so nervous."
Shiraishi Kawa suddenly leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against her ear.
"I will not eat you."
Kuonji Yuju suddenly took a step back, almost tripping over her own skirt.
She looked up, her amethyst eyes filled with wariness.
"Please keep your distance."
Shiraishikawa shrugged, his smile unchanged, but he made no further move.
He turned around, looked at the gray sky, and fell into deep thought.
Kuonji Yuju breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt a sense of unease—this silence was more unsettling than his teasing.
She secretly sized up the contractor.
Shiraishi Kawa was tall and slender, his black trench coat billowing in the wind, his short, silvery-white hair gleaming coldly in the dim light. Most striking were his eyes—one gold, one blue, heterochromatic pupils that seemed to see right through people.
Kuonji Yuzu wasn't good at starting conversations, and the atmosphere between them fell silent again. Only the howling of the cold wind echoed in their ears.
Just then, a rustling sound came from the sky.
"It's snowing..."
Shiraishikawa looked up at the sky, his voice tinged with emotion. Tiny snowflakes began to fall, quickly accumulating a thin layer on his shoulders.
Kuonji Yuju shivered.
She was already sensitive to the cold, and now she felt the chill seep into her bones.
She subconsciously rubbed her arms, but couldn't generate much heat.
Shiraishi Kawa glanced at her, then suddenly snapped his fingers.
In the shadows, two soft sofa chairs silently appeared.
The deep red velvet surface looked especially warm in the snow.
Even more surprisingly, without any firewood, a fire suddenly ignited, and the blazing flames dispelled the surrounding chill.
"Please take a seat."
Shiraishikawa made an inviting gesture and took the first seat in one of the chairs.
Flames danced before him, and snowflakes seemed to avoid the area in fear.
Kuonji Yuzu hesitated for a moment, but eventually walked to another chair.
When she sat down, she was surprised to find that the sofa chair automatically adjusted its shape to perfectly fit her body curves, making it incredibly comfortable.
"This drama may continue for a while."
As Shiraishi Chuan spoke, his fingers moved lightly.
The flames twisted and deformed with his movements, emitting a faint, eerie glow, gradually weaving a picture—the battlefield where Aozaki Aoko and Aozaki Touko fought their final battle.
Kuonji Yuju's gaze was immediately drawn to it.
In the scene, two powerful magicians are engaged in a fierce battle, with magical light radiating from them.
She leaned forward involuntarily, wanting to see more clearly.
"Don't worry."
Shiraishi chuckled softly and took out an exquisite tea set from somewhere.
The silver teapot is engraved with intricate patterns, while the teacups are made of translucent bone china, gleaming with a warm luster in the firelight.
He poured two cups of black tea with graceful movements, the steam rising into white mist in the cold air.
Is black tea acceptable?
He asked with a slightly apologetic tone.
"I don't usually drink tea, but I have more alcohol in my wardrobe."
Kuonji Yuzu took the teacup, and the warmth from her fingertips made her relax a little.
She lowered her head and sniffed the aroma of the tea, her brows furrowing slightly—this was her favorite brand, and even the brewing concentration was just right.
Looking at the tea set, it was almost identical to the one she had in her 0.3 Western-style mansion.
"you..."
She looked up, staring warily at Shiraishi Kawa.
"These tea sets and black tea..."
"Oh?"
Shiraishikawa raised an eyebrow.
"Is it not to your liking?"
Kuonji Yuzu's fingers tightened, and the teacup trembled slightly in her hand.
"These are my things."
Shiraishikawa took a sip of black tea, a look of enjoyment on his face.
"It's really good. No wonder you like it."
He put down his teacup, his golden eyes staring directly at her.
Chapter 469 A Stark Contrast
"But now, they are mine."
Kuonji Yuju felt a surge of anger rising in her heart.
She forced herself to calm down; now was not the time to dwell on these things.
Contract details.
She asked directly.
"What do you need me to do?"
Shiraishikawa appeared somewhat surprised.
"I thought you would ask about the mansion I took away first."
"I can't feel at ease until the deal is finalized."
Kuonji Yuju's voice was cold.
"We can talk about the rest later."
Shiraishikawa placed the teacup on the small table beside him and carefully examined her.
Kuonji Yuju felt uncomfortable under his gaze, but she still kept her back straight and maintained her elegant posture.
Her elegant and noble demeanor contrasted sharply with her flawless white skin and exquisite, work-of-art beauty.
"do you know."
Shiraishichuan suddenly spoke, his voice low and deep.
"Shouldn't we first become... a little closer?"
Kuonji Yuju's pupils suddenly contracted.
"what?"
Shiraishikawa did not answer, but simply snapped his fingers lightly.
Kuonji Yuju immediately felt dizzy, and the scene before her eyes began to blur.
She tried to stand up, but found her limbs weak, even lifting a finger was difficult. (Liu Yin (7) Yiersi, 8)
"What...did you do...?"
Her voice was so faint it was almost inaudible.
"take it easy."
Shiraishikawa's voice seemed to come from a very far place.
"Just to help you relax."
Kuonji Yuju felt extremely exhausted, her consciousness feeling as if it were wrapped in thick cotton wool.
All she wanted to do was lie down, close her eyes, and sink into the warm darkness.
Just then, a clear bird song pierced the mist. The robin's song was like a sharp sword, cutting through the haze that enveloped Yuju's consciousness at Kuonji Temple.
She suddenly came to her senses and found herself falling towards Shiraishi River.
"Go away!"
She struggled to get up, but found that her body still wouldn't obey her commands.
Shiraishi caught her as she fell, letting out a soft laugh.
"Your familiar is quite impressive; it was able to awaken you so quickly."
Kuonji Yuju glared at him, her purple eyes burning with fury.
"You've used the power of the contract!"
"clever."