I grew wary of his so-called condition.

　　The man lowered his head slightly, his tone half-teasing, half-serious.

　　"This is personal, you see. Only my girlfriend has the right to know. Promise to be my girlfriend for a week, and I'll tell you."

　　His words carried a playful flirtation, but his demeanor remained gentlemanly, without a trace of sleaziness.

　　Technically, I'd approached him first, so I couldn't really complain. Despite the ...