I, who tortured the readers, was knocked to the ground by them!

Chapter 124 Why does it feel weird? (Happy New Year's Eve!)
It was completely dark outside.

But under the city lights of Tokyo, the light that keeps falling from the sky still reflects brightly.

"The heat should be about right, let's turn it down a bit. Hey."

Sato Wakaba tilted her head, looked into the steaming pot, and turned the heat to the lowest.

Then he looked up and out the window, and said with a good mood: "This year's first snow is particularly heavy. There will definitely be snow tomorrow."

She was very happy about this beautiful and romantic scene.

It’s a pity that he is not at home now, otherwise it would be so pleasant to put two chairs on the balcony and watch the first snow together while drinking hot tea.

But why did it take him so long to send someone off?
Sato Wakaba picked up her phone, but a message from Sakurai Itsuki popped up first.

The person with the note "Asshole Ashu" sent a message.

[Yuki accidentally sprained her ankle, I helped her treat the wound.]

Sato Wakaba quickly replied with concern: [Are you okay?]

Asshole Ashu: [It doesn't look like anything serious at the moment. I'll go to the hospital tomorrow.]

Bastard Ashu: [I might be a little late, wait until the snow stops or gets lighter before coming back.]

Bastard Ashu: [Eat first, don’t wait for me, don’t starve yourself.]

Sato Wakaba looked at the message sent by Sakurai Itsuki, and sighed slightly in disappointment as she looked at the pork rib soup boiling in the pot.

Helplessly, he reached out and turned the switch on the stove, temporarily turning off the fire.

Then he replied: [Well, okay, the snow outside is really heavy. ]

Asshole Ashu: [It's cold today, don't take a long time to blow dry your hair after taking a shower, and walk around the house in slippers without socks.]

Asshole Ashu: [Also, you said the air conditioning in your bedroom isn't very good. If you feel cold, you can sleep in my studio or in the second-floor hallway. If that doesn't work, you can sleep in my bedroom. When I get back, you can sleep in the studio.]

Sato Wakaba looked at the message he sent, leaned against the kitchen stove, held her phone, and smiled happily with her lips pursed.

Sato Wakaba: [I'm not going to sleep in your bedroom! Are you planning to take advantage of me sleeping in your room and do something weird to me?]

Sato Wakaba: [I'm sorry, although you are a good person and have many good qualities, it's really not possible for me to go that far with you right now!
Please at least put in a little more effort and think about how to plan a romantic confession! It's too much of a stretch to think that I, such a virtuous and beautiful girl, can win over you without any effort!

Sato Wakaba typed out a long paragraph in one breath, like a short essay, completing today's routine and giving Sakurai Itsuki a good guy card.

Bastard Ashu: [Alright, I know you're virtuous and beautiful. Eat early. If there's any soup, drink it yourself first. You don't have to wait for me to come back. Just leave a mouthful for me.]

Sato Wakaba: [I know!]

Sato Wakaba leaned against the wall, held up her cell phone high, and replied to messages with a smile.

How did he know I made soup for him? Seriously, I wanted to give him a surprise.

However, Sato Wakaba suddenly raised her eyebrows when she looked at the message sent by Sakurai Itsuki.

Sato Wakaba: [But why do you seem so gentle today? It's a bit strange.]

Normally, Ah Shu would greet her when he had something to say, but his words were usually quite brief.

Why did you say so much today and care about me so much?

I give him the nice guy card, and he always taps his forehead or makes fun of himself in return.

So weird.

Sato Wakaba always felt that there was a very suspicious smell.

Asshole Ashu: [I'm worried that you'll get sick and no one will cook. I still have to take care of you. Okay, that's it.]

Sato Wakaba looked at the message, pouted, and replied: [I'm as strong as a tiger! I won't be easily fooled like you!]

I must be worrying too much!
Try this soup instead.

There's no chance of us watching the first snow together this year, so should I ask him to build a snowman with me tomorrow?
Sato Wakaba hummed a little tune, picked up the soup spoon, brought it to her lips, and took a sip.

It’s hot, but he should like the taste.

at the same time.

"What message are you sending?"

Mizuno Yuki limped quietly behind Sakurai Itsuki and suddenly put her face close to Sakurai Itsuki. "Can you please stop prying into my privacy?"

Sakurai Itsuki put down his phone, turned around, looked into those watery eyes, and raised his head slightly.

"Hey, just asking." Mizuno Yuki smiled and handed the rice ball sent by the hotel to Sakurai Itsuki. "Do you want me to feed you? I just read in the online manual on attracting men that feeding food will make many boys fall in love with you!"

"It won't work if you say it out loud."

Sakurai Itsuki reached out and took the rice ball from her hand. "Besides, shouldn't the food we feed people be something they can finish in one bite? Where can I find a rice ball this big? Do you want to choke me to death?"

"Oh, yeah, haha, sorry, I'm inexperienced and got confused. I won't make this mistake again next time."

Yuki Mizuno scratched his head, then took out his cell phone, opened the memo, and wrote something down.

Sakurai Itsuki twitched his lips, wondering if she thought of herself as a boss in some game.

However, the way she tries her best to "seduce" you, but is confused and not very skilled, is unexpectedly lethal.

Mizuno Yuki asked as she typed, "Are you sending a message to that Sato-san?"

"Yeah." Sakurai Itsuki nodded, feeling that there was no need to hide anything.

"Hey, I feel like we're on a primetime TV show, using work as an excuse to work overtime but ending up in a hotel."

Yuki Mizuno was joking. She always felt that the scene before her had a strong sense of déjà vu.

"That's a huge difference. First of all, I'm a chaste person. Secondly, she and I are not husband and wife or lovers."

Of course, Sakurai Itsuki immediately understood the scene she wanted to express, and while biting the rice ball, he quickly corrected her.

"That's even better." Mizuno Yuki narrowed her eyes and smiled, "I was the first one, it would be bad if I became the mistress."

"Can't you stop talking about this?" Sakurai Itsuki asked back. In the hotel room, the two of them were always so ambiguous.

Aren’t you afraid that you won’t be able to control yourself and do bad things?

Sakurai Itsuki turned around and looked at Mizuno Yuki.

Well, maybe she really isn't afraid.
Mizuno Yuki smiled and limped back to the bed: "Let's talk about the past and the recent times. Or I can sing a couple of songs for you."

She sat on the bed, looked at the ceiling and talked about the past: "Do you remember when we were in Sapporo?"

Sakurai Itsuki simply finished his rice ball, turned to look at the snow outside the window, and listened silently.

Yuki Mizuno's voice is really suitable for telling stories, and Sakurai Itsuki lay on the sofa, feeling the hot air from the hotel's air conditioner, and was also lost in memories.

It is probably a physiological reaction after eating a full meal and the blood sugar rises.

Or maybe it’s because I got up too early today and didn’t get enough sleep.

Of course, it could also be that he was tired after a tiring day and walking in the snow with the girl on his back.

Somehow, Sakurai Itsuki was in the warm breeze and Mizuno Yuki's gentle voice.

I fell on the sofa and closed my eyes in a daze.
I don’t know how much time passed.

Sakurai Itsuki slowly opened his eyes and looked at the hotel ceiling in a daze.

"wo"

He suddenly woke up and almost spat out the national quintessence that he had not seen for many years.

How did I fall asleep?
Then he looked at himself and saw that he was covered with a snow-white cotton coat, which was emitting a faint fragrance.

I quickly glanced at my phone.

8 points.
I didn’t sleep for long. Hiss, something’s wrong. Why is it already eight o’clock in the morning?
Sakurai Itsuki suddenly took a breath of cold air.

I unlocked the interface and clicked on Line, and sure enough, there were a bunch of unread messages.

There are some from Sato Wakaba, and even from Hanase Shion.

What’s even worse is that the doorbell of the room rang at this moment.

"Ah, Ashu, you're awake? Can you help me open the door? It should be someone you know."

Yuki Mizuno's voice sounded again behind him.

(End of this chapter)