Let's do it again, Yukino.

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Only Xiaoxue could so easily let down her guard when the two of them were together.

The boy thought for a moment and gently curled up one of the long hairs.

He didn't know what conflict had occurred between Yukino and her mother that night, causing the usually calm and never impulsive or reckless Yukino to return to her apartment so quickly.

This puzzled him, so he couldn't fall asleep at all after lying down.

Xiaoxue and Chunri are two completely opposite personalities. What just happened would have seemed almost impossible to Chunri in the past.

It may be related to me, or it may not be related to me.

He dared not make any wild guesses.

"Xiaoxue..."

In the darkness, he subconsciously called Shizuka's name softly once more.

"You slut..."

And beneath the sleeping snow, she turned over once more, her delicate face resting against spring's chest.

However, the girl, as pure and aloof as snowflakes, murmured two rather unrefined words in her dream, leaving Haruhi utterly shocked.

"Hey?"

Springtime was somewhat unwilling to believe her ears, muttering to herself.

He even wondered when Xiaoxue started to hate her mother so much. Could it be that she somehow found out about the agreement she made with her mother back then?

"Xiaoxue?"

He called the girl's name softly again, trying to get some information out of her.

"..."

It was still the girl's calm breathing.

This time, he wasn't as lucky as before.

He tightened his grip on the girl's fair back.

Well, springtime had long lost its sleepiness and there was no way to wake the girl in my arms. Just holding her and rubbing against her like this was quite comfortable.

He didn't know when it started, but he developed a habit of needing to hold her in his arms to fall asleep in bed.

He liked that feeling.

He knew that this was a feeling that Hiratsuka-sensei could never have imagined.

Now he only knows that liking something is liking it, but there is no clear reason for liking it.

If there are reasons why someone might like something, then everyone can control themselves from liking it, as long as they deny those reasons and accept them.

However, it is clear that for most people, there is no such reason; they simply like it.

Springtime held the girl and thought to himself silently.

"You slut..."

In the quiet air, Xiaoxue, still fast asleep, murmured softly again.

"Ugh?"

Springtime felt a sharp pain in his chest. What nightmare was the girl with the bright eyes in his arms having now? Her sharp fingernails were pricking his chest.

It seems that

This spring night was truly destined to be sleepless.

……

…………

I do not know how long it has been,

As dawn broke in the east, a pale, fish-belly white appeared on the horizon.

The morning light was faint, not yet as bright as the early summer sun, and a light, damp mist still enveloped Chiba as if it were the dead of night.

A cool layer of dew condensed on the plants everywhere, the air was filled with the scent of grass and trees, and birds chirped softly on the telephone poles, their calls echoing far and wide, making the city seem even more tranquil and ethereal.

Yukino woke up from her dream with a start, her biological clock functioning as usual.

The girl opened her eyes and found herself lying on the bed, curled up in the middle of the blankets.

Somewhat curious, I sat up in bed. The seat next to me was empty.

The curtains by the window had already been drawn.

Unlike before, Shizuka Yukinoshita did not see Gian's familiar sleeping face in the early morning.

A slight noise seemed to come from the direction of the kitchen.

A touch of emotion flashed through Xiaoxue's heart.

Could it be that he was—

As the initial感动 faded, worry arose.

and many more,

If that idiot made the breakfast, then as for the taste...

not good!!!

Thinking of this, her expression changed, and she immediately got out of bed and hurriedly ran towards the kitchen.

The taste of the salad that guy made himself last night is still lingering on her tongue.

The subtle blend of extreme sweetness and extreme saltiness she experienced at the time caused her to choke on the indescribable taste and burst into tears.

The taste is even more palatable than the desserts made by Yui.

"Haruhi, live————"

Before she even reached the kitchen, Yukinoshita was already planning to stop the person who was causing trouble there.

A clanging and rattling sound, a thumping and clanging sound.

"What are you making a fuss about now, you idiot?"

Standing under the snow in the kitchen, I was completely stunned by the scene before me.

She didn't see the boy busily preparing breakfast using those pots and pans.

Because at that moment, Chunri was kneeling by the pool, her body trembling, seemingly doing something she couldn't quite place.

The boy, who had buried his head in a corner, was stunned when he heard Yukinoshita's voice. He turned around, his face covered in dust, holding a long pair of iron pliers in one hand, and looking at Yukinoshita with a mournful expression.

"The sewer... I, Fatty Tiger, accidentally clogged the sewer. I've been trying to unclog it for half an hour, and it's still blocked..."

"This is so difficult!!! Clearing this blockage is incredibly hard!!! It's all completely clogged!!!"

After fiddling around in the kitchen for half an hour, Chunri sat down on the tiled floor, exhausted, and threw the pliers aside. She then broke down in tears.

Yukinoshita: "..."

Only then did she realize what was happening. She covered her forehead with one hand, shook it violently, and let out a long sigh.

I shouldn't have expected anything from you; I thought you were here—

Well, this is a stroke of good luck amidst misfortune.

Wearing only a thin nightgown, Yukinoshita rushed to the kitchen and couldn't help but walk over to Haruhi's side, gently tapping Haruhi's lowered head with a chop.

"...Are you an idiot? Why would you block the drain for no reason? I remember it was fine last night."

"Um... that salad I made yesterday, it was so awful, so I thought, if I just humanely dumped it all into the sink, no one would ever taste it again. And then, and then, I made the sewer bloated."

"At this point, does Gian still have the mood to joke around?"

"I'm sorry, Xiaoxue, it's all my fault."

Chunri's face was filled with shame for her actions.

He had indeed intended to do as Xiaoxue had suggested, to prepare breakfast in advance and then bring Jingxiang a touching moment after she woke up.

But this unexpected event disrupted all his subsequent plans.

Now, he is neither moved nor dares to move.

After two consecutive karate chops, Yukinoshita, now wearing thick gloves, reached out and picked up the pliers that Haruhi had just thrown on the ground.

"Come here, I'll teach you how to clear the blockage step by step."

She patiently bent down, her graceful waist bending low, and called over Chunri, who was squatting on the ground.

"I'm sorry, Xiaoxue."

Chunri said something with a hint of guilt.

"Be more careful next time. I don't mean to blame you, Fat Tiger. After all, I've been used to your clumsiness for seven years."

"Huh? You got used to it so long ago?"

"Otherwise, why do you think I never want you in the kitchen..."

……

In the kitchen in the early morning,

Xiaoxue silently wiped away Chunri's disheveled face with a handkerchief.

Seeing that the boy's face had regained its fair complexion,

The girl blinked with some satisfaction, a faint smile curving her lips at the boy.