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

Chapter 143: Ah Shu! You lied! We were clearly holding hands.

The Toyota Century, a symbol of wealth and status in Tokyo, drove smoothly through the bustling streets of Tokyo this year.

It was eerily quiet inside the comfortable carriage.

Hane Shion held his hand, and she didn't know when it started, but their fingers were inadvertently intertwined with his.

The aftereffects of the alcohol seemed to have completely taken over, making her look a little tired as she half-closed her eyes, her vision gradually becoming blurred.

But she still tilted her head and stared at Sakurai Itsuki quietly.

"Why don't you take a nap? I'll call you when we get there."

Although Sakurai Itsuki had once stared at her unscrupulously when he found out that she had been peeking at him when they had just met, which made her feel embarrassed and annoyed.

After that, during class, the two of them would always look at each other for random moments.

It is always Hane Shion who runs away, but today, Sakurai Itsuki feels like running away.

Just ask the girl who has always been quite prickly and extremely dishonest towards you.

Today, with a flushed face, he took the initiative to hold your fingers together, and stared at you closely with an unconcealed gaze, with a hint of lust in his eyes.

How can this make people remain unshakable?
Especially today she was wearing an evening gown and her makeup was so gorgeous, like a "girl who has just grown up", cute but finally having an adult feel.

The lethality is no less than that of Yuki Mizuno's eyes that are about to be pulled out of a thread.

Hane Shion was a little slow to react and took a few seconds to give feedback.

In response, she shook her head, rejected Sakurai Itsuki's proposal, and continued to stare at Sakurai Itsuki.

And Sakurai Itsuki had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue holding her hand.

The phone in my pocket vibrated. It was another message from Sato Wakaba.

But facing the close gaze from the side and the soft and slightly cold hand in his own hand, Sakurai Itsuki did not have the courage to take out his cell phone to reply to Sato Wakaba's message.

I don’t know how long it took.

The black luxury car finally stopped in front of the familiar building.

Turning back, he looked at Hanase Shion who was still staring at him, and gently patted her shoulder: "It's time to get off the car, can you let go?"

"No, don't." Hanase Shion's voice was very low, but her attitude was extremely firm.

Sakurai Itsuki had no choice but to hold the luggage in one hand while holding her hand as he got out of the car.

Then he pushed open the yard door, took out the key with difficulty, and opened the door.

"We're home now, it's time to let go, right?" Sakurai Itsuki sighed helplessly.

"This isn't my home." Hanase Shion tilted her head and muttered.

"This is not your home, it's my home, you have to stay here today"

"Oh, your home, that can be my home." Before Sakurai Itsuki finished speaking, Hanase Shion immediately nodded and did not continue to argue.

But her hand was still tightly holding his.

"Let go, you."

Sakurai Itsuki had already loosened her grip, but her hand was like a turtle, once it had bitten on her, it would not let go easily.

I can't get rid of it.

"You, you don't like me? Why do you want me to let go? Wuwuwu. Am I not as good as them? I thought we could just start drawing comics together. Wuwuwu. I worked so hard and prepared so much, but in the end, I'm the only one celebrating New Year's Eve alone."

I don’t know if it was the sight of Sato Wakaba’s shoes by the shoe cabinet in the entrance that brought back memories for her.

She suddenly pursed her lips and started crying, with tears welling up in her eyes.

It seemed as if I would burst into tears in the next second.

"I surrender to you."

Faced with her childlike behavior, Sakurai Itsuki suddenly changed his attitude and surrendered immediately.

I always feel that if I start crying now, I will definitely not cry quietly in a corner like before, but will definitely cry without any scruples.

"I won't let go of your hand. You change your shoes. Never mind. I can help you change your shoes." Sakurai Itsuki held her hand with one hand and half squatted down.

"Oh, hehe, that's good." Hane Shion immediately stopped talking and started laughing foolishly again.

Her mood changed so quickly that Sakurai Itsuki wondered if she was pretending.

But after thinking about it, it shouldn't be the case. If she was as conscious as usual, she wouldn't say such words even if you killed her.

Now Sakurai Itsuki finally understood what Sato Wakaba said when they first met: girls are such cute creatures with unpredictable moods.

"Humph, you're so awesome now, but when you sober up, you'll regret it. Lift your foot."

Sakurai Itsuki said, he was really curious about what would happen when she woke up and remembered what she had done.

"Oh, I'm not drunk~" Hane Shion held the shoe cabinet with one hand and lifted her foot obediently.

Sakurai Itsuki took out a pair of warm plush slippers and then helped her slowly take off the high heels.

Because it was winter, her feet were icy cold, and the girl's skin was fair and tender.

As if it were made of snow.

Probably because she seldom wears high heels, her fair toes were "hit" and turned red.

It can be seen that she really worked hard today.

I don’t know if it was because of the pain, but her toes curled up slightly, making her look particularly cute.

"I, I said my feet don't smell, right?" Seeing Sakurai Itsuki staring at her feet, Hane Shion suddenly asked.

Sakurai Itsuki said unhappily, "You're so confused, and you're still thinking about this?"

Sakurai Itsuki couldn't help but wonder, was it that her bad-taste joke was so important to her?

"It's really not smelly. If you don't believe me, come closer and smell it!" Hane Shion argued, moving her feet closer to Sakurai Itsuki.

"Okay, okay, I believe you. I hope you can still remember what you are doing tomorrow." Sakurai Shuxin said, now you can be proud, be as proud as you can.

You'll be well behaved when you wake up tomorrow.

"Change foot, the other one." Sakurai Itsuki certainly had no intention of getting close to sniff it. After putting the thick slippers on her, he continued to give orders.

"Well, then you are not allowed to say that my feet smell bad in the future." As Hane Shion said this, she obediently raised her other foot and let Sakurai Itsuki help her change her shoes.

However, Sakurai Itsuki, who had a bad taste for evil, did not agree after knowing that she cared so much about the teasing.

"You can sleep in my room." Sakurai Itsuki led Hanase Shion upstairs.

Although there are many rooms, there are only two bedrooms with complete beds.

Although Sato Wakaba's bedroom was unused, it still felt inappropriate to throw a drunk man like this into someone's bedroom without their knowledge.

Of course, given Sato Wakaba's personality, she probably wouldn't mind. But Sakurai Itsuki always felt a sense of déjà vu, "How can you be so particular about clothes?", which made Sakurai Itsuki feel a little strange.

Therefore, he still took Hanase Shion to his bedroom.

I planned to just spend the night on the sofa.

"Okay, it's late, it's time to go to bed, you can let go now." Sakurai Itsuki pulled open his quilt and let Hanase Shion sit in it.

"No, what about you?" She started to mutter aggrievedly again.

"I'm going to sleep outside." Sakurai Itsuki, "I can't really sleep with you all night, right? Aren't you afraid I'll do something excessive?"

"Do you hate me? Why are you leaving?" Hanase Shion started to act crazy again for no apparent reason. She grabbed Sakurai Itsuki and threw herself into his arms.

She sobbed slightly, "Am I still not as good as them?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Sakurai Itsuki wanted to say that it was almost enough.

But when he looked down at the beautiful face lying in his arms with tears in her eyes, his anger immediately dissipated.

Sakurai Itsuki considers herself not to be obsessed with appearance, but her charming and lovable appearance perfectly embodies what it means to be a beautiful woman. It is really unfair.

So he could only gently pat the head in her arms and comfort her, "How could I hate you? If I hated you, would I let you draw comics with me, or sleep in my bed?"

"But, you treat them..." Under the influence of alcohol, Hane Shion expressed the troubles that had been lingering in her heart recently.

Compared to himself, they are much closer to him.

Normally she would always use various excuses to deceive herself, but under the influence of alcohol, she had lost the ability to deceive herself.

"What them?"

"Just Wakaba and Mizuno Yuki." Hane Shion said with a sniffle.

"My attitude towards them is the same as yours. You worry too much. If you encounter something, don't I still have to take care of you?" Sakurai Itsuki said something that sounded like the words of a scumbag.

"But, but they all call you Ashu," said Hanase Shion.

"Is that what you want?"

Sakurai Itsuki was really at a loss for words. He thought something had happened that made her feel isolated and unhappy.

"You're the one calling me pervert, idiot, and the like all the time, and I've never bothered you with what you call me, have I? If you want to call me Ah Shu, you can just call me that. I'm not forbidding you to call me that."

"Can I call you Ashu too? If I call you Ashu, will you agree to me?" Hanase Shion asked softly.

"Of course." Sakurai Itsuki said.

"Ah, Ah Shu." She sniffed again and tried to change the name in a low voice.

"Ah."

"Ashu."

"I'm here."

"Ashu, Ashu."

"Well, what happened?"

"Ashu, Ashu, Ashu! Ashu!"

"Well, well, well, you're yelling so many times, what are you doing?"

"Hehehe Ah Shu."

She rested her head on Sakurai Itsuki's chest, held his hand, and gently repeated the affectionate nickname.

From the cautious testing at the beginning, he made her burst into laughter. After calling her for an unknown amount of time, she finally lay in Sakurai Itsuki's arms and fell asleep tiredly.

She finally stopped making a fuss, let go of my hand, and fell asleep quietly.

Sakurai Itsuki gently placed her on his bed. Due to the gender difference, he was unable to help her change out of her beautiful dress.

Just covered her with the quilt.

Looking at Hane Shion who finally calmed down, closed her eyes, and breathed slowly and gently, Sakurai Itsuki finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking of how she looked just now.
This guy is actually quite cute when he's drunk, but he's really troublesome.

In the short term, Sakurai Itsuki felt that he didn't want to experience it a second time.

Just as I was sighing, my phone suddenly vibrated.

It was a call from Sato Wakaba urging her to come.

Sakurai Itsuki cried out in dismay and quickly left the bedroom.

December 12st, 31:23, 49 minutes until the New Year.

After cooking the dumplings, Sakurai Itsuki was sitting in front of the computer chatting with the hot blonde girl.

It was still daytime over there.

But she deliberately adjusted the time to keep him chatting at this time.

"Well, I see." Sakurai Itsuki was still playing the role of his listener, and he looked tired and a little listless.

As the two were chatting, suddenly there was a "bang!" sound coming from the bedroom next door.

This suddenly woke up Sakurai Itsuki, who was originally in a listless state. That girl woke up, what was she doing?

"What's wrong? There seems to be some noise?" asked Sato Wakaba.

"It's nothing, you must have heard it wrong." Sakurai Itsuki explained guiltily. He always felt that it would be very troublesome if Sato Wakaba knew about it.

"Well, is that so? You're home alone and would be scared if you heard such a noise." Sato Wakaba didn't care too much and just joked.

"I told you not to treat me like a child," Sakurai Itsuki said, glancing back slightly to observe the situation.

"By the way, you didn't reply to my message for a long time today. Shouldn't your annual meeting have ended by then? What were you doing?" Even though Sato Wakaba was far away in the UK, she knew Sakurai Itsuki's schedule very well.

"At that time? I should be busy. I seem to be talking to the editor about the subsequent development and design of "Your Lie in April." Sakurai Itsuki lied without changing his expression.

"Is that so?" Sato Wakaba nodded and was about to say that she was also looking forward to the sequel to the comic.

A voice that made the two of them despair suddenly rang out.

"Ashu, you're lying! We were clearly in the car at that time, holding hands."

A dazed head suddenly popped up from behind the door and spoke like this.

"Eh?! That voice? It's Shion."

Sato Wakaba's expression on the screen froze instantly.

(End of this chapter)