I really don't want to have a girlfriend.

"I'll go check it myself, don't follow me!"

There's no way Tenkuji Yu would listen to her.

With a doting smile on his face, he walked slowly behind Kasugano Sora, hands in his pockets, admiring her adorable, flustered back as she walked away, calling out in a flippant tone:

"Sora, don't worry, your brother will never fall in love with someone else~"

"Shut up! Shut up! Idiot!"

"Say more, say more! That Li Hua wouldn't curse like that."

"abnormal!"

A rare morning, a rare distance, a rare moment of laughter and banter under the sun.

This is a rare glimpse into the daily life of the siblings in the Sky Temple family.

Chapter 105 What if you buy something and an acquaintance sees you doing it?

It's the same weekend.

When Natsukawa Masaki woke up in the morning, the first thing she did was not to open her eyes, but to hug her blanket and quietly listen to the alarm clock.

"It's so cold, I love you... It's so cold, I love you... It's so cold, I'll love you forever..."

A magnetic and gentle voice filled the entire room, mingling with the scent of sunshine.

Needless to say, the owner of this voice is the one she has been longing for all her life, the one who would probably have no choice but to end her own life if abandoned by him.

Naturally, the person in question was unaware that their voice had been used as an alarm clock—even these few sentences were secretly recorded and edited by Natsukawa Masuzu.

All so that I could be woken up by his gentle voice every day.

The reason I didn't ask him to do it was because I didn't want him to see me as a troublesome woman. Rather than risk being disliked, I'd rather use technology to satisfy the desires I dared not mention to him.

The alarm lasted for thirty seconds. With a peaceful expression, Natsukawa Masuzu listened for thirty seconds, then squinted slightly and turned over to set a three-second alarm.

So his voice filled the air around him again, and a tingling sensation seemed to run from his ears straight to his lower abdomen, or like an electric current passing through his thighs. He couldn't help but curl his toes and hug the quilt tightly.

"Ayu... my Ayu... hehehehehehe..."

Nobody knew she would look so terrible so early in the morning.

About ten minutes later, Natsukawa Masuzu reluctantly turned off the alarm clock and forced herself to get out of bed.

She casually tossed the damp quilt—which was just a little drooly—into the laundry basket, went to the bathroom to take care of her hygiene needs—just using the toilet and washing her face and brushing her teeth—and then came out looking refreshed.

"What should I do today? Go to the park to hunt down those lovebirds~"

While humming a song happily, Natsukawa Masaki picked up a muscat grape-flavored jelly from a box on the floor, plopped down on the sofa, and took out her phone.

The familiar taste was sucked into my mouth, but it tasted even less flavorful than usual.

"Your tongue is now fully trained."

Curled up on the sofa, she sighed with a mixture of sorrow and happiness, then slowly sucked on a jelly to make her hunger disappear.

He only made porridge for her for three days after she caught a cold. After that, he stopped making porridge for her every day after school, citing that it was too troublesome.

At first, she thought it was nothing, but gradually Natsukawa Masuzu discovered that she, who had never been interested in 'eating' to begin with, now found that not only the food sold outside, but even the nutritious jelly that she had always relied on for survival had become tasteless. Her tongue and brain were longing for that bowl of rich and mellow congee, and other foods were simply junk in comparison.

Or perhaps it's because I miss his silhouette in the kitchen cooking for me so much, and I miss the air when he was at home, that my sense of taste has gradually disappeared.

Although he hadn't reached the point where he couldn't eat, he had lost interest in finding better-tasting jelly—Natsukawa Masaki was clearly aware that he was gradually being influenced by him.

Will they take responsibility?

Thinking about this question, Natsukawa Masaki unconsciously clutched her chest. A pain accompanied by warmth gradually spread, causing her to hold her breath for a moment.

Why does it hurt?

Is it because I'm unwilling to face reality, wanting more from him but unable to reach out?

Why be happy?

Is it because you are no longer alone and helpless, and there is someone besides your mother who is willing to let you act spoiled?

She couldn't understand this conflicted feeling, just as she could never understand the concept of "love".

But whenever I recall his face, an overwhelming amount of happiness washes over me, as if I'm encased in a sugar shell, where everything I touch is sweet and cloying, so I forget to break free and protect myself.

"I really want to see you, Ayu."

Throwing aside the empty packaging, Natsukawa Masuzu opened LINE and sent him a message.

She received a reply quickly, and after chatting back and forth for ten minutes, the diva's silly smile gradually faded, and she sighed regretfully.

"Are we going to the hospital? Looks like we won't be able to see each other today..."

Although there was an option to follow him to the hospital and then pretend to bump into him by chance, the problem remained the same: I didn't want him to think I was too clingy and get annoyed with me prematurely.

Moreover, would she, Natsukawa Masuzu, be the kind of terrifying lover who would follow her boyfriend around even on holidays, recording his every move in his daily life, and secretly eliminating any woman who dared to approach or flirt with him?

How could such a thing possibly happen!

"I'll just go out for a walk today. I don't want to review JOJO for now."

After checking the location of Chiba University Hospital on the map, Natsukawa Masuzu put away her phone, took out her standard detective hat, sunglasses, and dark brown trench coat, and leisurely stepped out of the house.

As November approached, the streets were desolate and bleak. The sun peeked through the clouds, barely shining, and pedestrians walked listlessly, like wilted eggplants.

After disguising himself, Natsukawa Masaki blended seamlessly into the gray-clad crowd, wandering aimlessly.

After walking for about ten minutes, she felt a little thirsty, so she turned around and went into the LAWSON convenience store next door to buy a bottle of water to take with her on the way.

After grabbing a bottle of room-temperature mineral water, Natsukawa Masaki frowned and thought for a moment, then grabbed two more bottles—if she 'accidentally' ran into the siblings near the hospital, giving them a bottle of water would be a good way to change the subject.

I wonder if he'll be thirsty... Wait, if the target is my little sister, wouldn't it be better to buy her a drink or soda?

This was the first time Natsukawa Masaki had ever struggled with something like this. After weighing the pros and cons for a long time, she decided to exchange it for a bottle of water and a bottle of cola, and took the three items to the counter to pay.

As she passed a shelf selling medical supplies, she suddenly stopped, looked at a certain item on it, and her expression gradually became serious.

"Do you... want to buy it?"

Okamoto 001, also known as a condom.

Buy two, one to keep in your wallet as a talisman, and one to keep at home for safety...

For those who deny the existence of love, such superstition is of course impossible.

Without any impure thoughts, Natsukawa Masaki frowned and bit her lip, seriously considering the issue of men and women—if one day she kept rubbing against him and couldn't help but push him down, and he didn't intend to resist, wouldn't it be very dangerous not to have a condom on?

The danger lies in the fact that he, out of a sense of responsibility, pushes himself away because of this, completely ruining the atmosphere that had finally allowed him to step onto the path of adulthood.

He might be blinded by passion, but he would never... unless, at that time, he was already prepared to take full responsibility.

"While that's not bad, it's still not very realistic..."

A sigh escaped from between his lips.

Her thoughts raced faster and faster, and all sorts of images that needed to be blurred flashed through her mind. Xia Chuanzhen touched her chin, her fair face flushed with an alluring pink, but her eyes grew sharper and sharper.

After weighing the pros and cons for ten minutes, ignoring the strange looks the female shop assistant kept giving her, Natsukawa Masuzu finally made a difficult decision.

She took a deep breath, her expression resolute, and with hesitant movements, reached out her hand towards the small square box.

My fingertips trembled uncontrollably because my heart was beating so fast.

"The hymn to humanity is the hymn to courage, the greatness of humanity is the greatness of courage—to get even closer to Ayou, that is my courage!"

Just as I was about to touch the small box.

"Natsukawa... classmate?"

As if electrocuted, Xia Chuan withdrew his hand and, without time to hide his panic, turned to the direction from which the sound came from.

Near the convenience store exit, the familiar pink dumpling was still on that silly head, and the girl with the same lewd chest was still looking in her direction with surprise, as was Okamoto 001 whom she had just reached out to grab.

"You mean, you want to buy that thing?"

Chapter 106 The Visitor Was Actually Zhuge Tuanzi

Upon seeing that the visitor was none other than Dango-chan, Natsukawa Masuzu stared in astonishment with her mouth slightly agape, and it took her a long time to come to her senses.

"Dumpling-chan...why are you here?"

This convenience store is actually quite a distance from Tuanzi-chan's house.

Although not particularly interested, Natsukawa Masuzu accidentally found out Yuu Tenkuji's address because Yui Yuigahama lived quite close to her—which is why she found it strange.

Why did I run into her here?

Could it be that she was also on the same path as me, just so that she could bump into Ayou by chance?

Realizing this, Natsukawa Masaki quickly became alert.

"Me? I came here to pick up the package because my mom ordered from the wrong store..." Yui blinked, still in a daze, her gaze shifting back and forth between herself and the small square box on the shelf.

"Whatever happens to me... Natsukawa-kun, were you planning to buy that rubber stuff just now?"

"..."

Natsukawa Masuzu fell silent, various thoughts flashing through her mind, including the option of turning around and leaving.

However, in front of her number one rival, she finally managed to regain her composure, as if a queen were picking a small grape from a plate, gracefully holding the small square box between her two fingers.

"Yes, so what?"

"I have a boyfriend, you know. It's perfectly normal for me to think about my own safety, right?"

Natsukawa Masaki raised an eyebrow. As long as she wasn't embarrassed, the one who would be embarrassed was the one catching them in the act! —Although this situation hardly qualifies as catching someone in the act.

"Huh? Yes, it's normal... Huh? Was I overreacting?" After a moment of confusion and self-doubt, Yui Yuigahama suddenly snapped back to reality. "Wait a minute! The fact that Natsukawa-san came to buy this means that you two have already... already..."

“That’s right.” Meeting her incredulous gaze, Natsukawa Masuzu sighed deeply, placed her other hand on her smooth cheek, and lowered her eyes in a mournful manner.

"Don't let Ayu's usual gentlemanly and gentle appearance fool you. In bed, he's a complete beast in human clothing... With that kind of wild passion, he must have broken through at least three or four Mr. Okamotos every day. It would be terrible if we didn't buy a few more to stock up."

"Phew, I get it, so it wasn't done yet." Yui Yuigahama breathed a sigh of relief, her face still flushed.

“You…” Natsukawa Masuzu’s expression froze, then her lips twitched as she glared at her. “Why are you relieved? Are you implying that I’m lying?”

“After all, Natsukawa-san, your joking expression is quite obvious.” Yui Yuigahama smiled, her straightforward gaze meeting hers. “And if you were really showing off, your face wouldn’t be so red, right? Most importantly, how could someone as gentle as Yui be a beast in human clothing!”