Minamoto Tamako didn't bother with lunch, muttering 'stomachache', and hurriedly ran back to the police station.
Only then did Moriyama Yasurou realize she had overstepped, she let out an 'ah' and reached out to stop her, but couldn't think of an excuse in time, so could only watch helplessly as the 'shamefaced little policewoman' slipped away.
Minamoto Tamako rushed into the bathroom, leaned against the stall door holding her mouth, swallowing continuously, her face burning red.
It's over...
Minamoto Tamako's eyes were covered with a layer of mist, her eyelashes trembled lightly, and after four or five minutes, she finally calmed down. When she let go, her fingertips hung a glistening thread, linking to lips like cherry blossoms.
She can lie to herself, but her body doesn't lie.
'Could it be that I really like Mr. Fu Jian?'
