Pure white milk, light-colored eyes. She never imagined that the thing she was naturally bad at would, by sheer coincidence, become the thread that bound her to that cute boy. Come on, milk is your favorite, right? So why do you get inexplicably angry every time someone brings it up, as if they've hit a sore spot about your height? Hey, hey, hey, you milk pervert, are you really a pervert?
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
