"Um, can you leave your contact information?"

Before parting, Ayara said.

"Contact information?"

"There seems to be no such thing..."

Aite was stunned for a moment, then kept shaking his head.

There is no cell phone or anything like that.

"That,"

"Where does Miss Ate live?"

Ayara asked smoothly.

"Let me take you to see it,"

"If you have any questions about the manuscript in the future, you can come to my room to discuss it."

Aite thought for a while and finally said this.

She also had some interest in getting to know this young man named Ayara.

If it hadn't been for him, I'm afraid her books would have been rejected today.

"Then I'm sorry to bother you."

...

One week later.

The signing of the contract went very smoothly, and Aite successfully got his first pot of gold as an author.

Ayara was completely arranged to be Miss Aite's exclusive editor. It was not only Mr. Hasegawa's gesture, but also Miss Aite's wish to express her gratitude.

The fourteen-year-old girl debuted under the pen name "Izumi Takatsuki" and successfully published her first book "To Kafka".

The debut book immediately became a best-seller, and Takatsuki Izumi became popular in Japan at the same time.

After receiving a large amount of money, Miss Aite did not bloat herself, nor did she have any other thoughts of making herself known.

Living in my own small apartment, writing my own book day after day.

Short stories, novels, and random poems.

"Dong dong dong,"

"Is Mr. Takatsuki here? I brought you coffee."

Ayaluo knocked on the door.

There was no answer in the room, but there was a glimmer of light inside, and the door was ajar.

"What, he fell asleep."

Ayaluo walked into the room and saw Aite sleeping in front of the computer.

The lighting was very dim, and there was a pile of waste paper on the ground, manuscript paper that I had written on and then thrown away, and unwashed clothes that had been changed.

A cup of cold coffee is on the table, and on the computer screen is a manuscript I am writing.

Miss Aite probably has the potential to be a "waste house".

Although he has excellent talents, it seems that his living habits are not very good and he is not very good at taking care of his own life.

Having been here several times, Ayara has learned a lot about Miss Aite's life.

My life is messy and I am a coffee addict.

He talks very little. As long as he can have a conversation with two words, he will never say one more word.

She looks like a calm and good-tempered girl, but she is actually as cold as an iceberg.

"The coffee will be put in the refrigerator for you."

Ayano said as he opened the refrigerator.

A dozen cans of drinks were put in, and he also noticed the inventory in the refrigerator.

In addition to putting his own coffee here, Aite also puts a lot of fresh meat in transparent plastic boxes with labels on them.

Liver, pieces of meat, blood, and even a small amount of eyeballs and fingers.

It is packed in categories and well preserved. The date indicates that it was put in in the past few days, so it looks very fresh.

But that's not the most important thing. What's important is -

These flesh and blood come from humans!

"Miss Aite..."

Ayara murmured to herself.

He had already guessed this step, but when it actually came to this situation, he couldn't help but become nervous.

Mei Aoki is a CCG investigator. If her identity is discovered, it won't do anything to ordinary people. She just needs to keep it a secret.

But Aite, Fangcun Aite, this woman is different.

She is a ghoul!

They are ghouls who feed on human flesh!

If there is any deviation in his plan, it may become the dinner on Miss Att's table tonight.

"Um......"

"Aya-kun, what are you doing?"

Aite finally woke up.

With her perception and keenness, she had already noticed Lingluo entering the room.

"Ahem, it's nothing,"

"I brought my favorite coffee to Mr. Takatsuki."

Aya Luo forced herself to calm down.

"Oh, thank you very much,"

"Just call me Aite, there is no need to use that title,"

Aite stretched his waist and stood up from the computer chair.

"Also, Aya-kun, you look very bad. Is there really no problem?"

Aite pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his voice as calm as water.

Under the dim light, those green eyes looked increasingly deep, and it was almost impossible to see the bottom of her eyes, and it was impossible to see clearly what was going on in her heart.

But there was no doubt that there was no smile on her face.

"It's just a small thing,"

"Compared to a trivial person like me, Miss Aite, you should pay more attention to your health,"

"Miss Aite will always be the best Miss Aite in my heart."

Lingluo said slowly, staring into those emotionless eyes without fear.

"Really,"

"What are you so nervous about, Aya-kun? Why are you saying such disgusting words?"

"If it's not too much trouble, can you make me a cup of freshly ground coffee? I have all the ingredients at home."

Aite smiled slightly, as if nothing happened.

I turned on the lights in the room and the light became brighter.

On that fair and pretty face, there was a smile full of goodwill. Only the green algae hair style remained unchanged until now.

"I hope you don't dislike my coffee."

Ayano also had a smile on his face.

Yes, he made the right bet.

He was the one who helped Aite to become a writer and think about the world from a human perspective.

Even if he "accidentally" discovered her secret, she would not kill him easily.

Even if her true identity is...

“My coffee making skills need to be improved,”

"Aya-kun is still a newbie, right?"

Aite tasted the coffee made by Lingluo and commented.

On the chair on the other side, the young man had no intention of listening and just held the new book she released.
To be continued...