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"I'll take you to ride the Ferris wheel."

"Oh, is it alright?" Yukinoshita Miyami followed him through the crowd, her voice a little soft. "I remember you've always been concerned about riding the Ferris wheel, right? Is it alright if you come with me?"

Nomiyama heard her words; or rather, amidst the clamor of the crowd, he had been paying attention to that voice.

Turning back, he tossed aside the ice cream cone, white cream still on his lips, and without stopping, asked her, "What's wrong? You consider yourself my wife, yet you think you're not worthy to ride the Ferris wheel with me?"

Yukinoshita Miyami looked at him and stumbled.

All sorts of people pass by – peddlers, laborers, students, club members; my eyes are filled with all sorts of lights, bright lights and flashing neon signs; my ears are filled with the cacophony of voices and car horns, a chaotic and noisy scene.

But there's no way to pay attention to those things.

Yukinoshita Miyabi could only see him and the smear of cream on his lips.

He stumbled again.

Taking advantage of the stumble, Yukishima Miyabi took a few steps forward and fell into his arms.

She leaned closer and carefully ate the smear of cream. Yukinoshita Miyabi nestled in his arms, licked her lips, looked up at him, and whispered, as if asking or confirming, "Kazehaya likes me and doesn't think I'm bad."

Nomiyama ruffled her black hair, looking annoyed. "If I didn't like you, would I drag you out on a date?"

Glancing at the strange looks around them, Nomiyama simply held her hand and reassured her with a little more force: "Don't overthink it. As long as you like it, that's all that matters. Leave everything else to me. If anyone tries to talk back, I'll beat them up."

"Mmm..." Yukinoshita Miyami responded softly, obediently following him.

She didn't think too much about it; she didn't care about other people's opinions or thoughts, nor did she care about right or wrong.

She only cares about what he likes.

At the end of the queue, in front of the Ferris wheel, Nomiyama looked up at the person in the box above him.

How come I always run into my senior when I ride a Ferris wheel? Is it the law of cause and effect?

Mai Sakurajima, biting into her ice cream cone, looked down at her junior.

Tsk, he's here again just because I went out to ride a Ferris wheel, and this time he's brought a different person.

Oh, she's a mature older sister.

Following his gaze, Yukinoshita Miyabi looked up and made eye contact with the girl wearing a baseball cap.

"Sakurajima Mai..."

My grip tightened a little.

Nomiyama sighed and pulled her into the Ferris wheel, flicking her forehead with his free finger: "She's just an acquaintance, don't overthink it."

Yukinoshita Miyami lowered her head and muttered softly, "You watch her TV dramas all the time."

Nomiyama sat down, crossed his legs, and said in a nonchalant tone, "I have to say something about you, Ms. Miyabi. In the past, we watched every TV series and movie together."

"If you put it that way, I also have reason to suspect that you're going to cheat on me and date a big same-sex celebrity."

Yukinoshita Miyami looked at him, relaxed and carefree, and was slightly surprised. He seemed to have changed a bit.

But it's for the better; he's becoming more unrestrained.

She bent down and fell into his arms, carefully wrapping her arms around his waist.

"I will never cheat on you, I will always love you."

"Hmm? How long do you like it?" Nomiyama brushed aside the strands of hair that were covering her eyes.

"Until my death." Yukinoshita Miyami replied without hesitation.

"Not enough," Nomiyama simply rejected.

He reached out and gently stroked that cheek, his gaze carrying a relaxed certainty: "Your death is not enough to separate us."

"I'm very possessive right now, Miss Gong Yu. You'd better be prepared. I want all your affections and all your time. Your time is too short. I'm going to extend it."

A blush gradually spread across Yukinoshita Miyabi's face. She asked softly, "How long will it take?"

Nomiyama looked at her with great interest: "What do you think? How long will it take to satisfy your liking and greed?"

how long?

A lifetime isn't enough, because it's only a few decades long. Yukinoshita Miyami felt that her desires were enormous. She didn't want decades or hundreds of years, but a thousand years? Ten thousand years? Or even until the world was destroyed?

It's not important; those time numbers don't matter.

Yukinoshita Miyami looked into his eyes and made up her mind.

"I want to love you until you die, and I don't want all the boring time after that."

Nomiyama pinched her cheek: "What? If I die, you'll commit suicide for love?"

Yukinoshita Miyabi faced him and snuggled into his arms: "Yeah, time doesn't really mean anything when you're not around."

Nomiyama smiled faintly and gently stroked her long hair: "I promise you, I'll give birth to your child."

"Mmm," Yukinoshita Miyami responded, then carefully turned her head to look up at him from her lap. "Kazehaya..."

You seem a little different. Are you really okay?

Nomiyama pondered for a moment: "Hmm...it's nothing, I just remembered some things from when she left."

He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his chest: "It turns out that it hurts when someone leaves. It's suffocating, frustrating, and painful, like a mouthful of blood that can't be dissolved."

Yukinoshita Miyabi gripped his hand tightly.

Nomiyama looked down at her and smiled: "So I've figured something out, I'm going to refuse all departures."

He said softly, "My memory seems to have been stimulated by this recollection. I can feel something loosening. Of course, that's not the point. The point is..."

He reached out and gently stroked the other's cheek: "Want to be my girlfriend? Let me make this clear first, I'm a total scumbag right now, I already have three girlfriends."

Yukinoshita Miyami looked at him and pouted, "I have no other choice but this option."

"Good to know." Nomiyama snorted twice, pleased with himself.

"Um, I heard you mention a Ferris wheel legend..." Yukinoshita Miyami's voice was tinged with unease.

"The legend of the Ferris wheel?" Nomiyama pondered for a moment. "A couple who kiss at the top of the Ferris wheel will be together for life."

Yukinoshita Miyami hesitated for a moment, then cautiously asked him, "May I?"

Nomiyama blinked: "Of course, my girlfriend."

He glanced at the metal boxes on either side, which were no taller than him, then lowered his head and moved closer.

A very gentle kiss, without haste or greed, just a tender embrace.

After they separated, Nomiyama continued to stroke her long hair, looking at the blush on her face, and suddenly asked a question that he found very interesting: "How old are your two children?"

Yukinoshita Miyabi buried her head in his chest and mumbled, "About the same age as you."

"I see." Nomiyama thought about their ages and laughed.

"If we get married, it shouldn't be too much trouble, right? They should like me, right?"

"Kazehaya, you have too many girlfriends. You're committing bigamy, you know," Yukinoshita Miyami pointed out first.

Nomiyama shrugged, completely unconcerned.

"I'm in charge at home, and as for what I like... I'll like it..." Yukinoshita Miyabi hugged herself tightly, burying her head in her hands.

"That's good." Nomiyama breathed a sigh of relief.

......

Mai Sakurajima quickly covered her eyes.

Kissing at the top of a Ferris wheel, huh? And with an older woman at that? You scumbag, you're probably just trying to scam her out of her money.

Thinking about all this, she quietly spread her fingers and secretly observed through the gaps between them.

Girlfriend number 185, Sleeping

"It's too windy early, how about..."

Under the snow, Miyako lowered her head.

Nomiyama tilted his head and looked at her: "How about it?"

Yukinoshita Miyami's voice was even softer: "How about we... have a baby, like a normal person would..."

Nomiyama looked at her, lowered his head, and leaned closer.

She gave him a kiss, then stepped back, saying, "Next time, for sure."

Yukinoshita Miyabi was slightly disappointed: "Oh..."

Nomiyama stopped, exasperated: "It's not like we said we wouldn't have children, what's the rush?"

Yukinoshita Miyabi's ears turned red: "I'm not in a hurry!"

"Alright, alright, there's no rush," Nomiyama said gently. "Go back and get some sleep."

Yukinoshita Miyami looked up at him and said, "Oh."

She turned around, took a few steps toward her house, then looked back at him and pointed to the small shed in the yard: "That, I raise chickens, and the tea leaves at home haven't changed."

Nomiyama's expression softened: "Don't worry, it's only the width of a road. I'll come over whenever I have time."

"Oh..."

Yukinoshita Miyami continued walking home, then turned back and said, "I've prepared bedding. The decor is the same as your room, and the bedding is the same brand."

"That must be very comfortable to sleep in."

"I've already bought the game discs."

"I'll come over and visit."

"I also make chopped chili peppers, pickled vegetables, and smoked fish."

"I will definitely savor it."

"Then I'm going home..." Yukinoshita Miyami lowered her head.

Nomiyama didn't speak this time, just quietly looked at her.

After a while, he took a step and walked up to her, who had barely taken a few steps.

He reached out and easily pulled her into his arms, then leaned closer.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds, one minute, two minutes.

He pulled away from her lips and looked at her quietly until she was almost out of breath.

"Are you relieved now, Miss Gong Yu?"