“Rika-san,” he said softly, using the formal address that had somehow become their intimate joke, “I’m not your father. I’m not your sister’s husband. I’m just the guy who’s loved you since you tripped over your own feet at the office cherry-blossom party three years ago.”
Rika-san, Kekkon Shite Kudasai! (also known as Rika-san, Please Marry Me!
“Rika-san,” he said softly, using the formal address that had somehow become their intimate joke, “I’m not your father. I’m not your sister’s husband. I’m just the guy who’s loved you since you tripped over your own feet at the office cherry-blossom party three years ago.”
Rika-san, Kekkon Shite Kudasai! (also known as Rika-san, Please Marry Me! “Rika-san,” he said softly, using the formal address
