"Who wants to take a bath with you!" Minamoto Tamako playfully chided, giving Fushimi Roku's arm a light punch. Then she thought it might have been inappropriate and reached out her little hand to massage it: "There's something I want to tell you, but don't get mad."

"Oh?"

Fushimi Roku stopped, turned around, and asked, "What is it?"

Minamoto Tamako was reluctant to say, so she grabbed his arm and shook it: "Promise me you won't get mad first."

Fushimi Roku felt this line sounded familiar, as if all women in the world unlock this phrase after falling in love. Minamoto Tamako learned it instinctively and lit up this skill.

"You tell me what it is first, then I'll decide whether to get mad or not." Fushimi Roku countered with the same trick.

Minamoto Tamako saw that she couldn't bluff her way out, so she twisted her little foot and looked down, saying, "I-I have actually been secretly investigating a case..."

"Is there really such a thing?" Fushimi Roku feigned disbelief: "When did this happen?"

"Just these past couple of days, I took a case. I can't tell you the specifics because I promised someone I would keep it a secret..."

Minamoto Tamako grew more guilty as she spoke, quickly pressing her hands together to apologize: "I didn't mean to hide it from you. It's just that someone asked me to be confidential, otherwise I would have taken you along to investigate together!"

Fushimi Roku thought that her secrecy was really hard to manage, making it impossible for him to pretend to be ignorant. He could only show a complex expression: "The case you're talking about, wouldn't happen to be the 'two-locations murder case' we've been discussing these past days, right?"

"N-no." Minamoto Tamako shook her head like a rattle drum.

"Then how do you know so much about it? And you keep asking me about it. Are you trying to use my deduction skills to solve the case?" Fushimi Roku sighed and shook his head: "I didn't expect that someone who always says there should be no secrets between lovers would have their own little secrets and schemes. It's really disheartening."

That said, he walked into the bathroom, closed the glass door behind him, leaving Minamoto Tamako outside to reflect on herself until he finished bathing and came back to settle scores.

Minamoto Tamako had a bad feeling, sensing that Mr. Fushimi would take advantage of the situation.

She paced back and forth at the doorway, pipe in mouth, pondering whether what she did counted as leaking secrets.

It shouldn't, right? She only mentioned that she was investigating a case, not which one specifically. It was Mr. Fushimi who guessed it, so it's not her fault.

The insight lay in Mr. Fushimi, and she couldn't stop him from guessing, could she?

Thinking this, Minamoto Tamako breathed a sigh of relief.

Honestly, she felt that Mr. Fushimi wasn't an outsider, and even if she told him it wouldn't matter. The detective team shares both glory and defeat, how could the team leader charge forward while the team members idled?

But now Mr. Fushimi was upset, seemingly brooding over her lying. This guy can be quite petty and hypocritical; he likes to lie himself but hates it when others do, probably making a fuss for a while.

Maybe give him a stamp?

Minamoto Tamako shook her head, feeling she relied too much on stamps, lacking the ability to solve problems independently. How could she ever subdue the Fushimi team member in the future?

Besides, she had issued too many stamps already, and Mr. Fushimi hadn't redeemed a grand prize yet. If she kept issuing them, what if inflation occurred?

Not appropriate, not appropriate.

Minamoto Tamako thought and thought, yet couldn't come up with a solution before Fushimi Roku came out wrapped in a towel. He changed into pajamas in the room and used a hairdryer to dry his hair. Minamoto Tamako leaned over to ask, "How about it, not mad, right?"

"Mad, of course I'm mad."

Fushimi Roku forced a 'I'm very angry' expression, holding the dryer: "You actually hid it from me, it's truly disheartening."

"But didn't I just tell you now?" Minamoto Tamako countered: "Doesn't coming clean voluntarily count as a confession? You shouldn't be mad!"

"It's none of your business whether I'm mad or not," Fushimi Roku shot her a sidelong glance.

"I insist, you're not allowed to be mad!"

Minamoto Tamako felt the need to assert the dignity of the head of the family. She recalled the methods of a domineering CEO coaxing a woman in dramas, pulled out a 1000 yen bill from the piggy bank, pinched it between two fingers, snorted coldly, and grabbed Fushimi Roku's collar: "Man, take this and spend it."

"I use a thousand yen just to wipe my butt," Fushimi Roku turned the hairdryer towards Minamoto Tamako, puffing up her cheeks, and her hair danced backward along with the bill.

Minamoto Tamako squinted her eyes against the hairdryer, trying to stay cool: "I don't like materialistic men, you'd better watch yourself."

Fushimi Roku felt the line was familiar, then realized it was a popular Mary Sue line from last century? No, it should be this century's popular line, idol dramas were budding around this era, yet Minamoto Tamako also watched that industrial junk.

Fushimi Roku could say similar lines, and better than Minamoto Tamako even, but alas, they were too embarrassing to utter.

Fushimi Roku only hoped that Taira Sakurako could record this scene and bring it out for Minamoto Tamako to see in a few or even ten years, ensuring it's black history.

With this thought, he glanced outside the door, noticing Taira Sakurako actually recording. It seemed like she always had the habit of sneaky shooting (recording daily life), just hadn't paid much attention before.

Hmm, as long as it's being recorded.

Fushimi Roku turned off the hairdryer, to avoid the noise disrupting the camera: "What did you say? I didn't hear clearly just now."

"Hehe, man, you've successfully caught my attention."

Minamoto Tamako, pinching the banknote, flicked it gently with two fingers and said: "It's just money, take it, as long as you're happy."

The banknote fluttered in mid-air, wobbling and about to fall. Minamoto Tamako picked it up again before it landed, sprinkling it in mid-air once more, pretending as if she had plenty of money to squander.

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