Let's do it again, Yukino.

Springtime brought two steaming plates of mixed fried rice to the table. Looking at the girl who was untying her apron, he asked her with some curiosity.

The dinner took almost half an hour, which he felt was a bit too long.

"It's alright. I only made something simple because I got back late today. Normally, it would take us at least one to two hours to prepare a dinner." Yukinoshita rubbed her hands together and placed the apron on the back of the chair next to her, answering the question casually.

"..."

"What's wrong? Kasuga Gian looks like a fool."

"How about I try to do it next time?"

He wasn't in a hurry to eat. He rested his chin on his hand and tentatively asked Xiaoxue a question.

moment,

"Absolutely not! Because your cooking will definitely kill people."

Xiaoxue, sitting in the living room, shook her head and refused Chunri's request without hesitation.

"Huh?!?!"

(P.S.: Still asking!)

Chapter 43 Praying that everything is not a dream

"Are you planning to take a shower here, or do you want to go back?"

It was already past 11 p.m. When she drew the curtains in front of the French windows, obscuring the somewhat desolate night view, Yukinoshita quietly asked Haruhi a question with her back to her.

"..."

Chunri was sitting on the sofa watching a replay of a football match on TV when his gaze suddenly began to drift upwards from the TV, becoming unfocused.

The sound from beneath the snow came again.

"If you're not going to tell me, then I'll go to the bathroom and prepare your bathwater."

"Want to shower together? I think your apartment's bathtub is pretty big."

Springtime raised her hand, eager to try, but her eyes held an incomparably sincere and pure look.

He didn't say that with a sordid mindset. Yes, not with a sordid mindset.

"Don't you think that you, Fat Tiger, are quite beautiful in certain ways?"

She rolled up the cuffs of her knitted sweater several times, revealing her two delicate arms that looked like white lotus roots. She didn't seem to agree with Kasuga Gian's suggestion.

Under the guidance of the boy who often called himself "Kasuga Gian," Yukinoshita also slowly began to call Kasuga "Gian-kun," a playful nickname.

"Where is it beautiful?"

"You're dreaming!"

A dazzling, chilling sneer flashed across Yukinoshita's face. She let out a cold snort and strode into the bathroom, followed by the sound of running water from the bathtub.

"I just wanted to help you scrub your back, Xiaoxue. I remember you sweated a lot during the tennis match earlier today. Don't worry, I've been accepting the idea that even pretty girls sweat for years. I won't mind."

"Can you please shut up, Fat Tiger? If you don't want to wash here, then you should go back to your shabby apartment."

Xiaoxue's impatient voice came again from the slowly rising steam of the bathroom.

"coming."

Haruhi took out the clean clothes she had brought from home from her backpack, jumped off the sofa, turned off the TV that was still playing a football match, and ran towards the bathroom with the lights on.

……

The bathroom was filled with mist and steam.

In the huge bathtub,

Springtime let out a strange cry while enjoying himself, and then his muscular body was completely immersed in the bathtub filled with hot water.

The boy's soft black hair was adorned with a few water droplets that had dripped from the ceiling. The hot water in the bathtub washed away his fatigue. Below his neck, the boy's skin, which was even whiter than the girl's, turned a bright red from the steam in the bathroom. His tired and limp limbs felt exceptionally comfortable in the hot water, as if his bones were about to soften. He collapsed into the bathtub.

A bathtub that allows you to fully stretch out your limbs is really nice.

He recalled the day's events, the scenes flashing through his mind like a slideshow.

Through the frosted glass door, only the top of Chunri's head was exposed to the hot water, and she saw Xiaoxue's somewhat blurry figure standing outside the door.

Springtime then remembered the clothes she had carelessly taken off and thrown on the hanger outside the bathroom. As if triggered by some bad memory, she suddenly leaned half her body out of the bathtub and shouted.

"Don't wash my uniform. I still need to wear it tomorrow. I don't want to end up wearing your skirt to school."

The bathroom door was slowly pushed open.

Springtime hugged himself and plopped back into the bathtub. The hot water just reached his neck and conveniently covered his sexy, attractive, and muscular body.

What do you want to do?

Springtime cautiously inquired of the girl who had barged in without even saying hello, and couldn't help but ask.

"I absolutely don't want to..."

Xiaoxue came in, glanced at the scene in the bathroom, and shook her head with a somewhat cold expression.

At that moment, she was wearing a clean white bath towel.

Her delicate, oval face and clear eyes pierced through the steam in the bathroom. Upon seeing Chunri, her bare face blushed like cherry blossoms in March.

Xiaoxue in high school was not as plump as she would become later; compared to her older sister, she was generally a little thinner.

A drop of water landed on her fair, oval shoulders, and her pale, sexy collarbone made the man in front of her swallow hard.

Where are your eyes looking?

As the girl tidied her cascading black hair, her cold words made Chunri turn her head away guiltily.

However, understanding her situation somewhat, he still pulled down the shower curtain to cover himself, and as he stepped out of the bathtub, he tied the clean towel that Xiaoxue had thrown to him around his waist.

The boy, who had climbed out of the bathtub, blushed unusually and dawdled as he approached Xiaoxue.

"Let me make this clear first, I was just joking at first, I really didn't intend for you to scrub my back."

"Ah."

She raised her fair hand, holding a white towel between her fingers, and the bathroom light shone on the two of them.

She had abandoned the reserve and self-respect that a girl should have, but her heart was not as calm and composed as it appeared; she clenched her teeth slightly.

She hesitated for only a moment before gently wiping his back again, just like in her past life.

"Xiaoxue, I suddenly feel like I'm dreaming, oh my god—haha."

Chunri, who was sitting in front, couldn't maintain her serious expression at this moment. She shivered a little from the ticklishness and burst into laughter.

"I don't know if it's a dream, but for me, I'd rather it wasn't a dream, neither you nor I."

that moment,

The girl behind him smiled gently.

……

Banjiu, in the bathroom

I vaguely heard the girl say, her face flushed.

"If you dare touch me again, I'll tell my sister tomorrow."

"Hey?"

……

…………

12:30 a.m.

Since I, Kasuga Gian, am here tonight, I don't plan to go back.

Recalling what he had said to a certain snow woman a few minutes earlier, Haruhi, who was lying alone on the sofa, sighed silently.

But I wasn't planning on sleeping on the sofa, I'll get a stiff neck...

The lights in the living room had been turned off a few minutes earlier, and the boy could vaguely see a light in one of the bedrooms.

Spring arrived silently, and I pushed open the slightly ajar bedroom door.

Soft light filled the room

Xiaoxue, who had just finished showering and was lying on her bed in the bedroom, looked like a lazy kitten.

Her long, black hair flowed smoothly down her rosy cheeks and then cascaded down to her waist. Beneath her short pajama pants, her fair and slender legs were intertwined on the bed.

"You'll be sleeping on the sofa outside, didn't I say that before?"

Yukinoshita, who was turning on the bedside lamp and flipping through her book in the light, said without looking up after hearing the noise at the bedroom door.

"Ok."

Chunri nodded silently and closed the door from the inside.

Yukino glanced at the somewhat shameless boy walking towards her.

"Giant Tiger, is all you do is bully me?"

Suddenly, she touched her temples, a hint of helplessness in her expression.

(P.S.: Hoping for votes is not a dream.)

Chapter Forty-Four: Morning Time

Forty-fourth

In the deep of night,

The lights were off, the room was dim.

On the large bed,

The sound of clothes rubbing and swishing.