I really don't want to be reborn.

Standing at the door of the single man's room, she blinked, looking at the almost half-naked man in front of her with a bewildered expression.

male……

Damn it!

Kazaoka Asami is such a pure-hearted person, she has never even seen a naked male dog, let alone a naked man!

Oh right, dogs don't wear clothes...

calm down!

The editor at Kaiyingshe was in a state of utter confusion. Forcing herself to calm down, she blushed, swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and then feigned indifference.

"What are you doing...?"

"Sorry, I was taking a shower just now."

After entering, Kyosuke Kosaka, mimicking the Iraqi hero king, sat on a chair in a typical naked man's sitting posture, his pose so provocative it was unbelievable: "I didn't know the editor would come here. What's he here for? I remember submitting the manuscript last week."

Kazakura, who was trying so hard to ignore him, couldn't hold out much longer in his flirtatious pose. Her face flushed, she whispered, "Could you... put your clothes on?"

"……Feel sorry."

He slowly stood up: "I didn't expect you to be so innocent."

"I--"

Never been in a relationship?

Kazaoka Asami's face was burning with rage. She wanted to say something, but then she realized that the wretched boy had already gone to his bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. She was furious.

So what if I've never been in a relationship?

Isn't it normal to have never been in a relationship in your twenties?

It's abnormal to have been in a relationship!

As soon as Kyosuke entered the bedroom, the bath towel slipped down quite indecently. It was a close call; he had almost exposed himself in front of an adult woman. After changing his clothes, he went to the kitchen, grabbed two mugs, found a can of coffee specifically for staying awake, and calmly started brewing it: "How about instant coffee?"

The editor was still blushing, wishing she could turn into a giant fungus, and her speech was completely different from her usual sharp and capable manner: "Ah... um..."

"By the way, Ms. Kazaoka, what brings you here today?"

As if waking from a dream, she took out two pieces of paper from her bag: "This is the letter of invitation to write an article. The payment is written on it. Please sign your name for me."

Kyosuke placed a cup of coffee in front of her: "Just for this?"

"Well... I just got back from Gunma today. I was passing by and suddenly remembered that you live nearby, so I thought I'd drop by and see you. Weren't you sick?"

Thank you for your concern.

His face was full of a detached smile; Kyosuke Kosaka was trying to appear happy, since he was dealing with an editor who would at least "casually" come to visit him.

He was far superior to his sister in terms of interpersonal skills. Even people he didn't like could make them feel like they had known each other for a long time. So what about this editor whom he had no ill feelings towards? In less than an hour, not only did the unpleasantness of the previous delay disappear, but the two of them also had a lively and interesting conversation.

This is Kyosuke Kousaka. People say he's as gentle and refined as a gentleman, but he knows himself that he's just a seasoned social butterfly who never fails at social situations.

As Editor Kazaoka left with a smile, he had already gleaned some information about her from their conversation and expressions. For instance, she was almost completely incapable of handling family matters, had virtually no experience in dating, and although she was a workaholic, she still needed to take a break occasionally.

Moreover, this woman's taste seems a bit off, and the gifts she brought back from her business trip from out of town also feel strange—Kyosuke looked at the sea cucumber doll hanging under the calendar, unsure of what expression to make.

I could only smile.

Life is about facing reality with a smile.

Life is about having a tiny, bright lamp lit deep within your soul when you're facing confusion. (This wasn't said by Lu Xun.)

After returning from school in the afternoon, he watched the light in his room gradually fade. He leaned against the window and looked out, as if someone had painted a layer of black ink on the sky.

"There's way too much ink on it..."

Beneath the ink lies the city lights. The night view now is not as beautiful as it will be four years from now. Four years from now, the night will always be surrounded by countless lights, big and small. Some lights feel warm on you, while others feel cold.

But at night, things that were well hidden during the day are unleashed without restraint, such as... loneliness.

During the period when he realized he couldn't escape the cycle of reincarnation, Kyosuke often went to nightclubs with a group of party animals to have fun. While the others were indulging in decadence, he just wanted to drink, often drinking until he vomited.

At that time, the only person who stayed by my side was Kasumigaoka Utaha.

Even though the girl didn't know what had happened to him, she still made sure to take him home safely.

Kyosuke Kosaka never wanted to experience those chaotic days again.

Because he didn't want to see that girl's dreamy and heartbroken eyes again—perhaps deep down, he wanted to use women to indulge himself and numb himself, but he never had the chance.

Finally, in the dim light, he could see Shi Yu's naked body clearly and understand that the affairs between men and women, whether serious or casual, are all about seeking warmth from each other.

That thing could be love, money, or something else.

…………

Scientific research shows that the body enters a detoxification phase after 11 p.m., which needs to be completed during sleep, so it is best to go to bed before midnight.

Scientific research also shows that overworking while ill is the most likely cause of problems, and sure enough, Kyosuke Kosaka, who wanted to finish the manuscript in one go, got into trouble.

As usual, the black cat knocked on the door early in the morning, but there was no response after a long time. The increasingly urgent knocking woke up the neighbors.

Doma Taihei stood in the doorway, rubbing his eyes. "Could it be that he's up, but he's wearing headphones and didn't hear me?"

The black cat shook its head: "No."

The girl was silent for a moment, then suddenly pounded on the door a few times and shouted, "Kousaka Kyosuke, what are you doing?"

There was still no sound.

Under Taihei's eerie gaze, the girl pulled out a key and shoved it into the keyhole as if to kill someone. Taihei smiled bitterly, thinking to himself, "If you have a key, why are you knocking?"

Before he could even manage a wry smile, he heard the black cat girl's exclamation. Taiping peeked inside, stared blankly for a moment, and then immediately went back inside: "I'll go call the doctor."

The laptop on the table was still lit, but Kyosuke had slid off the chair and was lying on the floor in a rather bizarre position, having passed out at some point.

That noon, Kirino saw her brother, who was pale-faced, at the hospital, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

"It's due to overwork and a relapse of a cold. The doctor said he probably won't wake up until tomorrow."

Daisuke called his daughter back, saying, "Your mother can watch over things here; you still have class."

"I do not!"

Kirino's fierce gaze silenced her father, filled with deep resentment, as if to say that if he hadn't made her brother move out, he wouldn't be so exhausted.

"I'll go back tonight."

She stayed there with him, and as evening fell, colorful clouds filled the sky outside the window, adding a touch of color to the pale face of the person on the sickbed.

Kirino's fingers chased the streak of blood, slowly gliding across his chin, her mind filled with scenes from adult films featuring siblings and erotic games.

The emotions surging within me finally became uncontrollable.

If her brother were awake, she wouldn't dare do anything.

but now……

Kirino looked back at the clouds, jumped up and pulled the curtains shut without leaving a single gap, then eagerly sat back down on the edge of the bed, slowly opened Kyosuke's palm, and then interlocked her fingers with her own.

Warmth returned to my heart.

Every moment our fingers were intertwined, my mood was like a subway train rushing by.

I don't share your interests like she does, and I don't deny that, nor do I deny that she understands you better.

But I love you more than she does.

This is real.

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I've become quite the artsy type, but my writing time has also become much longer. Yesterday, it took me three hours to write just one chapter.

Thank you to Da Tengu for the 10,000 yuan reward and the razor blades, and thank you to Xiao Lang for the 100 razor blades... not US dollars.

I want to find someone to keep me warm!

The following is a book recommendation based on a chapter. This author is my best friend, or rather, a close friend.

The synopsis of "Nuclear Bomb Swordswoman Illya" is as follows:

I, a seasoned time traveler

I once equipped myself with the 3D Maneuver Gear to slay giants.

I once wielded my greatsword and instilled fear in the abyss dwellers.

I once piloted the Imperial Arms in revolutionary assassination missions.

Until I attempted to trick Gungnir out of Gensokyo, I was bombarded with magic by the Crimson Crescent Moon.

Today, I am—the Arms Queen, Ilya!

Chapter Thirteen: The Realm of Emotions Has No Currency

While Kyosuke Kousaka was being carried onto the ambulance by Taihei Doma, Utaha Kasumigaoka was still exchanging emails with her friend Eriri.

The topic just wasn't very good.

"Ah, Kasumigaoka, how's your man?"

"..."

"...I was asking him how his short story sequel was coming along. I'm bored, is it wrong for me to want to see it?"

"It's nothing. I was just surprised that you were still alive at this hour. I remember you said you usually get up in the evening..."

"My family has recently ordered me to rest and recuperate. I don't know if it's because I'm getting old, but I haven't had much of an appetite lately. I feel like I could die at any moment."

Kasumigaoka's typing hand froze, and it took her a long time to reply: "I remember it should be your period recently, isn't it normal to have no appetite?"

"Oh my god! I completely forgot I have a period!"

Kasumigaoka wanted to laugh, but she couldn't manage to.

What kind of emotional setbacks did Eriri experience to become so confused?

She didn't press the matter further, but the other party persisted: "I feel like I'm going to die if I don't have any novels to read. I just finished reading your man's short story published in the magazine, and I have to say he's very good at breaking things down."

Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't argue whether he was her man or not, she just scoffed: "A collection of short mystery stories, the solution process is bundled with the next issue, you don't know this kind of operation?"