The Cat Who Saved Books

Surrounded by the pleasant aroma of tea, Rintaro carefully opened his book.

A gentle breeze brushed the door bell, and it gave a cheerful ring.

‘Every difficult book offers us a brand-new challenge, huh?’ said Sayo, staring at her copy of One Hundred Years of Solitude.

‘I’m an innocent. Unlike some.’

‘What do you mean innocent? You’re always reading erotic novels like Lolita and Madame Bovary. I think you’re really a secret pervert.’