"Wow! So this is a street in the real world?"
The early morning street was cool, filled with the sweet scent of pastries and the sound of pedestrians yawning.
When the sleepy passersby heard a delicate, bell-like voice, they couldn't help but look over.
It was a curious group of one man and three women.
The young man looked to be college-aged, yet he was holding a cute little girl in his arms. The excited cry from a moment ago must have come from her.
And beside him, two girls with identical appearances walked side by side.
The one with long, flowing hair inadvertently revealed a touch of friendliness, while the one with a hat on her head naturally showed a hint of vitality.
Unsurprisingly, they were all beautiful girls.
"Seeing such an irritating scene first thing in the morning, what bad luck."
A random office worker scratched his head, and someone who seemed to be his colleague agreed.
"Say, are those three sisters? Is that guy a harem protagonist? That youngest sister is walking a fine line, how can he
even have her?"
Alain, of course, didn't hear any of these knowing glances and comments. His attention was focused on his good buddy beside him, who was still sleepy-eyed.
"Still not awake? Didn't we all sleep for the same amount of time?"
"Ah—hng. Everyone needs a different amount of sleep..." Miss Girlfriend subconsciously leaned on
Alain's shoulder, snuggling into the crook of his arm, her face showing a look of affection.
Alain thought that if she remembered later that she had acted like this in front of Misha again, she would probably freak out.
And the cute appearance of the girl with the hat made a passerby walking towards them smile warmly, slightly easing the gloom of their
workday.
Until he saw the other girl walking alongside Alain.
"Hehe, darling. How does it feel? One on your left, one on your right, and one in the middle~" Misha chuckled, covering her mouth.
"You've been teasing me a lot lately."
Alain sighed helplessly and looked away, glancing at the pedestrians around them.
Most people were wearing white T-shirts with work badges on their chests. Of course, there were also some college students leisurely
eating breakfast.
To his right, the drowsy Millie saw something and was instantly wide awake.
She immediately let go of Alain's hand and hurried towards an alley.
"Ah, a kitty!"
When she reappeared in front of Alain, she had a big, fat ginger cat in her arms.
"Wow! Big Sister Millie, can I hold it too?!"
Miluo, in his arms, was curious about everything. The girl with the hat was naturally generous and carefully handed it
over.
"I hear Millie wants to get a cat?" Misha said with a light laugh, looking at her good friend's face.
"Uh... y-yeah."
Hearing this, Millie looked a little embarrassed, like a child caught doing something wrong.
The long-haired girl didn't think it was a big deal and asked curiously, "Is it this one?"
"No, no."
Millie shook her head and pointed into the alley,
"The one I want to get is a big fat ginger cat. This is the first time I've seen this black cat."
"?"
Alain was confused, looking at the cat in Miluo's arms.
Under its orange fur was a body of indeterminate "sturdiness." It was a far cry from the term "black cat."
"Isn't this an orange tabby?"
Could it be that orange tabbies have a black variety? Then why are they called orange tabbies?
"No, no, no... Black cats are usually thought of as elegant and slender. Just like this one." The girl with the hat pointed
at the big fat ginger cat. Then she quickly added, "But I like them fat!"
As Millie spoke, she looked at Alain with pleading eyes. Her whole face was written with "Pretty please?"
He smiled easily,
"Of course you can, feel free. But, only one, okay?"
"Yay! You're the best~"
Millie gave him a kiss. The next second, she belatedly remembered Misha was right there,
"Ah! Dearest friend, it's not like that! I... I... um..."
"Oh, you don't need to explain, really," Misha said with a gentle laugh.
The two of them were thus caught in a whirlpool of explanations and reassurances.
Only Alain was lost in thought.
"Okay,"
Alain didn't feel anything was strange and followed the three girls.
By the time the group of four, talking and laughing, arrived at the property the agent had mentioned, it was nearly noon.
"By the way, darling, have you been in contact with any agents recently?"
Misha was very puzzled. She was usually with Alain, so she knew he hadn't visited any real estate agencies
lately.
"No."
Alain recalled making a phone call that morning.
He had found an agent in the city with a decent reputation. After he called, the person on the other end didn't mention any of Alain's requirements
and just said,
"The most suitable property for you is already prepared."
Alain said, "Well, thank you very much," while cursing "psycho" under his breath, then hung up and started
looking for another one.
But whether it was the "next one" or the "one after that," their replies were all identical:
"The most suitable property for you is already prepared... right?"
Speaking of which, when did he make those calls this morning? Didn't he wake up, wash up, eat breakfast, and then go out
...
But he definitely did look for an agent, so when was it...?
Huh? A moment ago, Misha asked him, "did you look for an agent?", so why did he answer "No"?
This...
"Ah, you must be Mr. Lin?"
While he was lost in thought, the agent walked quickly out of the elevator.
She had beautiful blue-dyed hair and was wearing a T-shirt and a pencil skirt. She was a Mita who looked very elegant and pretty.
"The property suitable for you is this way. Please, follow me."
"Okay."
Alain didn't feel anything was strange and followed along with the three girls.
"How is it? Sir. This is a property you're guaranteed to love."
As soon as they entered the large flat, the Agent Mita excitedly began to introduce the house's selling points.
From the brands of the furniture to the layout, environment, and distance to public facilities. Her rather professional spiel left
Alain dumbfounded.
"The actual floor area is 178 square meters! It also comes with a complimentary set of cat supplies, a PS5, a princess dress, and a thirty-piece
kitchen set! And its price—"
The Agent Mita built up the suspense, making Millie and Miluo particularly excited, and Misha, holding Alain's hand, squeezed it
a little tighter,
"One month's deposit, one month's rent up front. 3,000 a month, water is 5 yuan per cubic meter, and standard residential electricity rates. What do you think?"
"How many people have died in this house?"
The Agent Mita's smile froze.
"Hahaha, what are you talking about, sir? This is a brand-new house! Oh, right. That's not all for this house's selling points,
you know!"
She led Alain to a bedroom door.
Her mysterious smile made Alain raise an eyebrow.
Then, she opened the door—
"This room's greatest selling point is this room!"
What came into view was a spacious room, and an equally spacious—bed.
"A super king-sized bed, five meters wide and six meters long!"
The Agent Mita turned back, nodded, and smiled,
"This is the property you're guaranteed to be satisfied with. Or, you could say, it's the house of your dreams."
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