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Visha

I want to try his moisturizer.

I know I shouldn’t go through his stuff, but it looks intriguing. I reach for the small glass container and open the pink plastic cap. The cream is pale white and looks more watery than creamy.

I dip a finger in the weird consistency and smear it on my face. Instantly, my cheeks feel softer, and I wonder what magic this is. That’s probably Aoi’s secret to that handsome face of his.

“What’s in this thing?” I ponder and read the words on the flacon. “Yeah, never mind. These aren’t words, just gibberish. Who even knows what Hyaluronic Soja is?”

I put the flacon back in its rightful spot and shut the mirror cabinet. Better not to play around with his stuff, I wouldn’t want to break something.

I slip into the clothes Aoi gave me earlier and curse internally. “I should’ve asked for underwear. This isn’t comfortable at all.”

No point in complaining to him about it, so I simply hold the hem of the pants and push the bathroom door open. At the same time my stomach grumbles and I blush.

I swear he better not have heard that.