【No... It's not necessarily that he likes me.】

【He is originally working as a male PR, it's not possible for him to easily like someone.】

【So what is his intention with being so attentive?】

【Does he hope I can bail him out?】

Turing contemplated for a long time, squinted her eyes slightly, and cast a sharp, almost scrutinizing gaze onto the face of Number 667.

"Do you like me?"

Turing is not someone who likes beating around the bush, and this is the biggest difference between her and Oedipus.

"I..."

Number 667 froze, then quickly forced out a smile.

In his not so long career, Turing was truly a woman far more unique and independent compared to other clients.

"Of course, I like you. Who in this world wouldn't like the most perfect girl, Turing Altria?"

"But I am sincerely anxious and unsure how to earn even a slight glance, a modicum of favor from this perfect girl..."

Number 667 was truly slick, he walked over, ignoring a pile of glass bottles on the ground, and sat directly next to Turing, leaning on the couch with an ambiguous yet not intrusive posture, speaking with a seductive, low, faint accent to Turing.

He seemed to have noticed Turing's fondness for collarbones, so he always intentionally or unintentionally wore sweaters with deep V-necks.

"You're not being honest, Number 667."

"Now is the time for you to be honest with me, it's a great opportunity, but you missed it."

"I am not like the traditional Acadia nobles. Those flatteries, obsequious words, maybe you can use them to impress other nobles, but I'm not falling for that."

"If you are sincere with me, I might even look at you with new eyes."

"Now you have one last chance, tell me, do you like me?"

"Or are you getting close to me for some other reason?"

Turing's soul-penetrating eyes glanced in 667's direction under her lowered eyelids, and the pressure, like bacteria sprouting in a drainage ditch, suddenly emerged in their small space.

Number 667 was a bit flustered.

A drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead. 667 wanted to say something, but almost all of his prepared lines were blocked by Turing's clear and captivating eyes.

Number 667 suddenly realized that he couldn't lie in front of those eyes.

Turing, however, showed no mercy. She quietly took out a little something from her pocket.

If 667's next words still couldn't satisfy her, she would not hesitate to place her hand on 667's skin and use aside to read his memories.

667's eyebrows twitched, and a faint wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"I guess... can't love be a bit simpler?"

667 paused, then spoke to Turing in a tone full of twists and turns. This gesture made his words particularly emotional.

"When I first approached you, maybe there was a touch of ulterior motive."

"But now, after spending these few days together, I have genuinely developed feelings for you."

"I love your pure beauty, I love your willful and straightforward nature, and more than that, I love your transcendent and extraordinary strength."

"Perhaps I am a little tacky. And mentioning my past profession, it's even more despicable and unworthy of your attention."

"But isn't liking someone just like that?"

"I like you. And I like this heart of yours, giving me the courage to look you in the eye regardless of our status differences."

"Actually, I try my best not to look at you... it's like you're the sun. But you are like the sun, even if I don't look, I can still clearly feel your presence, warming my heart."

"Anyway..."

"At least, give me a chance, okay?"

"And you're not married yet, right?"

"Give me a chance to compete with you on the same stage..."

"Even if I end up losing, I won't regret it at all."

"Even if it takes a lot of effort... I am willing to bear some of your pain if it means being there for you."

Turing looked at the man with serious thin lips and sighed deeply.

After much thought, she still did not press the finger she withdrew from her embrace onto Number 667.

"Well... tell me, what's your name?"

Turing shook her head and asked the man.

"Anaku, Miss Turing!"

Anaku looked at Turing's helpless face and then burst into an excited laugh.

"So, you said you want to share my pain... then help me find a bunch of cornflowers, weave them into a wreath, and bring it to me."

"If you can manage that, then I will consider letting you join the band."

【The memories end here. Based on past experiences, if the corresponding item can be seen, it may trigger the recollection of the later memories】

【Hence, Coreopsises are indispensable】

"Coreopsis?... Sure!"

Although puzzled by Turing's request, Anaku agreed wholeheartedly.