Anime Crossover: About How I Spoiled an Angel

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"Anything is fine...but I have to be satisfied...okay~"

When the heart beats faster, it seems to activate other organs as well.

As a result, Mahiru's ears gradually became more sensitive.

At the same time, the man's incredibly magnetic voice seemed to constantly bombard her ears like waves of electricity.

[It's so itchy...]

[Why do you have such a nice voice? I can't help but want to watch you...]

Mahiru tried her best to calm herself down, her gaze lowered, still unable to look directly at Su Qing's face.

"Hmm... I've got it."

"Go ahead."

"can not say."

Su Qing, with a mischievous grin, kept Mahiru in suspense.

"why?"

Mahiru didn't quite understand.

Is it an excuse she can't think of, or has her extra meal lost its appeal?

“You’ve been avoiding my gaze since the beginning, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“That’s all because of you…” Mahiru hesitated, then stopped herself from speaking.

"What am I?"

"You...you've been staring at me—wait, what?"

Just as Mahiru finished explaining to Su Qing, a large hand suddenly appeared in her downward gaze.

Then, she felt a force in her chin.

It's not big, but it's not small either.

This allowed her to raise her eyes and meet Su Qing's smiling, starry eyes.

"I thought you hated me."

"I would never do that..."

"Really? That's good."

"Can I let go first? I feel a little... uncomfortable like this..."

Mahiru is really feeling a bit down.

Stimulated by Su Qing's actions, his heart had been pounding warningly ever since the beginning.

"If it hurts... I'll bend down a little."

Su Qing mistakenly thought that Majutsu meant that it was uncomfortable to look up, so she bent down to adjust the angle.

By doing this, you inadvertently get closer to the real daytime.

"you……"

Mahiru wanted to say something more, but Su Qing made a "shush" gesture with the hand that was pinching her chin.

Then, he said softly and sincerely:

"I was wrong. It shouldn't be that you're like a princess, it should be... that the princess is like you."

After saying that, Su Qing added with a smile:

"So, I wonder if this analogy... satisfies Your Highness?"

……

Chapter 223 Your Highness, Your Highness

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It was probably just my imagination.

Su Qing could actually hear the echo of a steam engine.

"Mahiru, would you like some water?"

Drinking water was an excuse; the real purpose was to cool down the steam engine.

"No, isn't she Her Highness the Princess?"

Like a newborn fawn, Mahiru slowly peeked out from behind the cushion with her pure eyes. She blinked, and then her almond-shaped eyes seemed to be veiled with mist, adding a touch of pitifulness.

"Your Highness, would you like some water?"

Su Qing remained silent for a moment before asking uncertainly.

"Oh..."

Mahiru didn't know what to reply.

Speaking of which, if it were a real princess, how would she respond to others in this situation?

Is it to simply say "Rise" with a calm expression?

Or would she slightly lift her gorgeous gown that trailed on the floor, reveal a smile, and perform those so-called aristocratic etiquette gestures?

[Wait... what am I thinking?]

Since she was going to drink water, Mahiru naturally couldn't stay close to that cushion any longer.

She could only reluctantly put down the cushion, and then seamlessly picked up the water glass high.

Fortunately, Su Qing waited for the hot water to turn into warm water.

It's the kind of temperature that makes you feel warm as soon as you take a sip of a drink, even when the autumn wind is blowing.

Otherwise, Mahiru would probably get burned.

"I've finished drinking..."

Gurgling.

Perhaps to relieve her tension, Mahiru drank all the water in her cup in one go.

She carefully placed the water glass on the table like a good child, then shyly hid behind the cushions before tentatively revealing her eyes, which were veiled with tears.

"well."

Su Qing's smile contained both doting affection and helplessness.

He picked up the cup that Mahiru had just placed on the table, seemingly intending to leave.

But the next moment, a pulling force forced him to abandon the idea.

A soft, pleading voice came from behind him; it was Mahiru who had grabbed his sleeve the moment she realized he was about to get up.

"what happened?"

Su Qing sat down again, gazing into those captivating eyes, and asked.

"Where are you going? Don't...don't leave me...please?"

Mahiru felt inexplicably uneasy, and unconsciously tightened her grip on the cushion with her other hand.

"Seeing you drink so fast, I thought you were thirsty and wanted to pour you some more."

Su Qing gently stroked the top of the head of the insecure girl in front of her.

He suddenly felt a pang of heartache.

"Hmm...that's it."

Mahiru squinted, her body swaying unguardedly with the force coming from above.

"That's right. I wouldn't lie to Her Highness."

Su Qing thought for a moment and then said this.

"Princess and all that... let's not say that anymore..."

Mahiru made this request.

"why?"

Su Qing couldn't quite understand; he had clearly asked him, "Is there no princess anymore?"

"I feel... kind of ashamed..."

Mahiru blushed and explained.

"Who was it that told me to say 'Your Highness, please have some water' just now?"

Su Qing asked, amused.

"It wasn't me who made you say that..."

When Su Qing questioned him, Mahiru simply muttered something under her breath to deflect the question.

"My angel, don't you feel ashamed?"

Su Qing asked again.

"That's different..."

[That was given to me by someone else... not you.]

[And even so...]

[The "angel" you speak of is completely different from everyone else's.]

[You don't even understand this? What an idiot...]

As Mahiru thought this to herself, her mood seemed to lighten a bit.

"If you don't like it, you won't say it like that again."

Su Qing said nonchalantly.

"and many more!"

Mahiru suddenly stopped Su Qing.

"Ok?"

When Su Qing looked at him with a questioning gaze, Mahiru blinked and corrected her:

"Shame and dislike are not the same thing."

After saying that, she tilted her body slightly and whispered:

"Just call me a few more times, and I'll get used to it."

After saying that, she prepared to retreat back into the cushion.

But the next moment, a force that didn't belong to her took advantage of her moment of relaxation and snatched her pillow.

"My...my cushion!"

Mahiru shouted, bewildered.

She stretched out her arms and kept waving them in the direction the cushion was moving away from her, but this seemed to have the opposite effect, making the cushion move further and further away from her.

"W-What are you doing?"

Mahiru puffed out her cheeks with all her might, trying to express her dissatisfaction in this way.

"It's the change of seasons. I was thinking of washing it, since you often put your face against it, right?"

Su Qing placed the cushion on the other side and said.

"What are you washing in autumn? Give it back to me first..."

Mahiru helplessly flailed her arms, trying to retrieve her pillow.

However, because it was too far away, she was always a little short of it.

"Is this your pillow or mine?"