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Yukinoshita Yukino stopped talking, quietly took out her cell phone, and began to call the police seriously.

"Calling the police again? You won't try another trick." Nomiyama complained, but still didn't let go of his hand. He said seriously, "Your hands are so cold. I think they need to be warmed up."

Yukinoshita Yukino was forced to follow him forward, put away her phone, and glared at him: "Nomi-san, this behavior is sexual harassment."

Nomiyama turned around, feeling a little aggrieved: "But your hands are so cold, I'm worried that you'll catch a cold. If your hands are too cold and you catch a cold or a fever, I'll blame myself."

How can you catch a cold or fever just because your hands are frozen? These fungi are so aggressive that they can't be eradicated!

Yukinoshita Yukino took a few deep breaths, then stopped talking and stopped struggling.

His hands are indeed warm, so just hold them and step on them a few more times next time.

"Nomi-san, are you sure you're not taking the wrong path?" Yukinoshita Yukino looked at the completely unfamiliar environment around her and frowned.

"Yukinoshita-san." Nomiya turned his head and spoke in a frivolous tone.

"As long as I'm here, you won't get lost. I'll remember all the ways home."

"I don't believe it." Yukinoshita Yukino's words were brief.

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"Well, how can we believe it?" Nomi-san asked.

"That depends on whether Nomi-san is lying or not." Yukinoshita Yukino rested her free hand on her chin, thinking, "It will probably take many experiences to verify it."

"Okay, whatever you say goes." Nomiyama looked indifferent, then looked up at the moon.

Yukinoshita Yukino also looked up and after a moment of silence said, "The moon here isn't as beautiful as the one back home."

Nomiyama's eyebrows twitched. I haven't seen the moon in your house. What do you mean by saying this? You can't be wanting me to go to your house... Isn't it too early? Aren't we only sixteen years old?

Yukinoshita Yukino looked at him, paused when his eyes were obviously lost in thought, and finally sighed: "Nomi-san, stop fantasizing."

"I have no illusions, I'm just thinking about things that I will definitely experience." Nomiya is quite confident.

Yukinoshita Yukino squeezed his hand and began to say what she really wanted to say: "When I was in London, the moon in the sky was always very big and beautiful. At that time, I always thought about whether I should take a picture to show you. I really wanted you to see that scene."

Nomiya looked at her sideways, knowing that she had more to say, so he didn't interrupt.

Yukinoshita Yukino continued, "But when I took a picture and saved it on my phone, the big moon turned into a small white dot. The picture I took is never as vivid as the one I saw with my eyes, and it always lacks some beauty, so I never told you."

"It's just a pity that some beautiful things can only be seen by one person and cannot be shared."

"Is Holmes's house fun?" Nomiyama asked at this time.

"It's not fun, it's just a place to satisfy the fantasies of book fans." Yukinoshita Yukino's eyes moved slightly.

"But I've never been there, and I'm quite curious." Nomiya's tone was filled with regret.

"Yeah." Yukinoshita Yukino simply responded.

"Have you ever been to Platform 9 3/4?" Nomiyama continued to ask.

"Well, I have been there, but there was no train to Hogwarts to pick me up. It was just an ordinary platform, and no magic happened." Yukinoshita Yukino continued to answer.

"Is that so? But I've never been there, and I'm still curious." Nomiyama stroked her hand.

"Yukinoshita, if you have the chance, can you take me for a walk? I have never been out of Chiba." Nomiya said.

"Of course. After all, helping students in need is something I decided long ago." Yukinoshita Yukino's voice softened a bit, and then she changed the subject, "But Nomi-san has to prepare his own strategy for going to other places, otherwise he'll just be a parasite relying on others."

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"Huh? Why are you suddenly talking about rice bugs? What's wrong with rice bugs?" Nomiyama said righteously, "Openly relying on someone is also a way of life."

Yukinoshita Yukino sighed, "Nomi-san, please don't take your laziness for granted."

Nomiyama retorted, "How am I lazy? I have a plan. I cook at home every day, and when she comes home, I serve the hot meal to her. We spend a pleasant dinner together. Then, every morning, I give her a kiss, quietly go into the kitchen, and prepare a lunch box for her when she gets to work."

As Yukinoshita Yukino listened to his description, her eyes shook unconsciously.

Every morning I kiss him, and then he prepares my lunch. In the evening, when I come home tired, I wait for his meal with peace of mind. It seems...

Nomiya's gaze shifted and stopped on her face, with the corners of his mouth raised.

Yukinoshita-san, you're so easy to deal with.

Taking a deep breath, Yukinoshita Yukino shook off those thoughts and said firmly: "No!"

Ok?

Nomiya was stunned.

Yukinoshita Yukino continued: "A normal family structure should be that the two of you make bento together in the morning, work together in the morning, eat bento together at noon, work together for afternoon tea in the afternoon, go to the supermarket together to prepare ingredients after get off work, prepare dinner together in the evening, and take a walk together after dinner."

At this point, she lowered her head slightly and spoke in a lower voice: "Then we'll go to bed together when it's time to get enough rest."

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Yukinoshita-san, your obsession with 'being together' is a little scary.

Nomiyama thought of the time when she took out the bottle of [Elixir of Life] and said to herself, "If you realize that you will live forever, tell me."

Live together, grow old together. If you don’t grow old anymore, then tell me and I will stay with you forever. In short, we must be together and don’t be left alone.

He tightened his palms, feeling the little hand that he had finally warmed up.

"Yukinoshita-san, you're so scary."

Yukinoshita Yukino didn't say anything, just walked with her head down.

Nomiya looked up at the tall building that finally appeared in his sight and stroked the little hand.

The voice murmured, "Yukinoshita, when did you learn to say such nice things?"

When Yukinoshita Yukino recalled, she naturally thought of the snowy day three years ago.

She said softly, "I think I always speak very nicely, it's just that you have a bad temper."

Chapter 139 Come on, knee pillow

"Card."

"Ah."

Yukinoshita Yukino took out the access card and handed it to him.

Nomiyama took it and pulled her through with the card. While waiting for the elevator, he asked, "Do you have tea at home?"

Yukinoshita Yukino's eyes were still fixed on the place where their hands were connected. She frowned slightly after hearing his words: "When did you start liking tea?"

Then she thought for a moment and said, "It's not that I don't have any. My mother prepared some for me. According to her preference, it should be Ceylon black tea."

"Huh? That's perfect, I often drink this kind too." Nomiyama was a little surprised. He thought for a moment and said, "Your mother has good taste."

With a step, Yukinoshita Yukino pulled him into the elevator: "Why did you suddenly want to drink tea so late at night?"

"Ah, it's not just tea. I want to make a cup of milk tea."

"Nomi-san." Yukinoshita Yukino reached out and pressed 15, feeling somewhat helpless. "Drinking milk tea at night is not conducive to rest."

"Nonsense," Nomiyama said, looking very knowledgeable. "I've tried it, and as long as there's more milk than tea, it generally helps you sleep."

"You are some kind of creature who can fall asleep no matter what. It has nothing to do with milk tea." Yukinoshita Yukino glanced at him.

"Cat?" Nozami-san blinked.

"No, it's a pig." Yukinoshita Yukino suppressed the corners of her mouth.

"Like this." Nomiyama looked sideways at her.

Yukinoshita Yukino looked away, not meeting his gaze.

After a while, the elevator doors dinged, opened to the left and right, and the boy was pulled forward.

He looked at the person in front of him and spoke clearly.

"Bai Cai classmate?"

Yukinoshita Yukino didn't answer or turn around, but quietly opened the door.

Oh, don't speak, be silent.

Nomi-san whistled.

Yukinoshita Yukino turned around and glared at him, then let go of his hand and walked into the house.

Nomiyama grabbed two handfuls of air in his palms and walked in with two bags of ramen in his other hand.

Placing the ramen casually at the entrance, he glanced down.

Two pairs of slippers for women and one pair of slippers for men.

The women's shoes should belong to her sister and mother. After all, she said that both of them were here yesterday to help with some things.

Men's own.

After changing into slippers, his gaze paused on her opening the refrigerator, then he turned his head and looked at the living room. There was a cream-colored fabric sofa, a transparent coffee table in front of the sofa, and a large hanging TV further in front of it. The layout was similar to that of his own home.

That is, there seems to be something familiar on the coffee table.

Silently, Nomiya moved his steps lightly but quickly.

He stood in front of the coffee table, looking down at the stacked envelopes, feeling a little surprised, a little satisfied, and a little ashamed.

How come all the envelopes and stationery from these years were kept here?

"I'm sorry, I forgot to throw away the trash when I cleaned yesterday. I'll throw it away tomorrow."

Nomiyama turned his head and saw her standing in front of the refrigerator, holding a large bottle of milk in both hands and looking at this side.

Holding the big bottle in both hands, her face was flushed, her eyes were rippling, but her expression was deliberately cold and hard.

Yukinoshita-san, you are so cute.

Pressing the corners of his mouth, Nomiyama nodded in agreement: "Indeed, these rubbish should be thrown away. I will throw them away when I get home tonight."

"Oh? You try it?" Yukinoshita Yukino's face really turned cold this time.

Nomiyama looked at her with confusion.

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They stared at each other for a while until Yukinoshita turned her head away.

Unable to suppress the joy on his lips any longer, Nomiyama leaned over, picked up a box of tea from the coffee table, and walked towards her.

I'm so tired, so alone

"Let me make some milk tea. It just so happens that you haven't tried it yet."

He reached out and took the milk from her hand, and at the same time took the pressure from her feet.

He walked towards the kitchen and casually asked, "Do you want dessert or something light?"

Yukinoshita Yukino walked towards the sofa: "Just follow your taste."

"Row."

It wasn't until he walked into the kitchen that Yukinoshita Yukino looked down at the envelopes piled on the coffee table and blushed.

I was happy last night because I thought we would meet soon, so I took out the letters and read them all.

“It’s so thick…”

Muttering something, she picked up the pile of envelopes and walked towards the bedroom.

Hide it and don't let him see it again. At least show it to him many years later, and then ask him if his letter is still there.

When Yukinoshita Yukino thought of this, her eyes turned cold. If he lost it, she would whip him.

When Nomiyama walked out of the kitchen with two cups of milk tea, he saw her lying on the sofa like a lazy kitten.

"I don't know who I learned it from."

Muttering quietly, he walked over there with milk tea.

Sitting next to her, looking up at the TV.

It contains a very popular Japanese romance movie that has just started.

"Love Like a Bouquet"

"The milk tea is a little hot, just lie down and drink it later."