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A gust of wind blew by, and he disappeared from the spot.

Until he left, the door was pushed open again, and Yukinoshita Miyabi quietly looked at the empty street, then looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

"Yukino..."

......

Yukino Yukinoshita is studying fishing rods in the living room.

Two identical green bamboo poles, but with completely different effects.

His fishing rod was used to catch things that were harmful to him, while his own fishing rod was used to catch things that were aimed at him.

Both were specially made by our predecessors.

If you have two fishing rods at the same time, can you use air to power them?

Yukino Yukinoshita pondered, white mist swirling in her hands, as she prepared to conduct the experiment.

The next moment, there was a knock on the door.

Yukino Yukinoshita turned her head, first frowning, then surprised.

She got up, walked over, and opened the door.

"Oh my, this isn't Mount Nomi..."

The words caught in her throat as she looked at him, who seemed a little off, and fell silent.

Nomiyama looked at her wearing panda pajamas, went inside, and closed the door behind her.

His words were simple: "I missed you, so I came to see you."

Yukino Yukinoshita sighed: "Just say what you have to say, Nomi-san-kun, you can't hide anything from me."

"Something's up," Nomiyama readily admitted.

"But mainly I missed you, I wanted to see you, I couldn't help it, my whole heart was saying I wanted to see you, so I had no choice but to come here."

Yukino Yukinoshita nodded, turned and walked towards the sofa: "Hmm, not bad sweet talk, you pass."

Nomiyama followed behind her, a smile spreading across his face: "Yukinoshita-san is really picky."

"Ha, are you being picky? I can't even tell right now whether this is the first time you've said this to someone, or if I'm the second listener."

"Well, all the sweet nothings I've ever said to Yukinoshita will be my first original creation." Nomiyama sat on the sofa, raised his hand and swore, "If I think of anything really nice, I'll come running over to Yukinoshita and have her appreciate it first."

Yukino Yukinoshita sat at the other end of the sofa, kicked him with her foot, then pulled it back, and said coldly, "I don't believe you."

"What Yukinoshita said was really hurtful." Nomiyama sighed, picked up the remote, turned on the TV, and began to stare blankly at the screen.

Yukino Yukinoshita turned her head, looked at him who had quieted down, and said softly, "Speak, what is it?"

Nomiyama watched the television screen, which was showing a currently popular Korean drama.

After the bitterness of tangerines, I finally met you.

It was very touching, it softened my heart and brought tears to my eyes, leaving me speechless with emotion over the family bonds depicted.

Unfortunately, Nomiyama was an orphan.

Turning his head, Nomiyama looked at her sitting at the other end of the sofa and spread his hands.

"I want to hold you."

"Oh, so you're here to be a pervert."

With a look of disgust on her face, Yukino Yukinoshita moved closer and snuggled into his arms.

Nomiyama shifted her position in his arms, letting her sit sideways on his lap so he could easily smell the fresh scent of her hair.

He buried his head and said, "I remembered some things from the past."

Yukino Yukinoshita didn't do much, simply replying, "Mm."

Nomiyama hugged her tighter: "I realized she was actively seeking death, and I did nothing at the time."

“I watched her die.”

I watched her die.

Yukino Yukinoshita sensed his emotions, turned her head to meet his gaze, and said seriously, "Nomi-san-kun, you need to understand one thing: when someone like my senior actively seeks death, you can't stop him."

"Hmm." Nomiyama rubbed the black hair between his fingers, then continued.

"She probably chose death because of who I am now."

"The reason I came down the mountain was probably because of her."

"I see." Yukino Yukinoshita leaned quietly against him, processing the information from the past.

The two fell silent for a while, until one moment Nomiyama hugged her, fell onto the sofa, and then squinted his eyes.

"Nomiyama-kun." Yukino Yukinoshita sighed helplessly.

"Hmm." Nomiyama opened his eyes.

"Let me go," Yukino Yukinoshita said with disgust.

"Huh?" Nomiyama's voice was innocent. "I just wanted to sleep with my girlfriend in my arms."

"I'll go get the blanket," Yukino Yukinoshita said, her voice even more dismissive.

“Oh…” Nomiyama let go of her hand and then prepared to get up with her.

"?" Yukino Yukinoshita turned to look at him.

"I suddenly feel that sleeping in bed is more comfortable," Nomiyama said seriously.

"No, you're only allowed to sleep on the sofa, otherwise the Nomiyama germs will contaminate my bed," Yukino Yukinoshita said bluntly.

"Tsk." Nomiyama lay back on the sofa, his back to her, and muttered under his breath, "A fake girlfriend..."

Yukino Yukinoshita ignored the murmurs and simply walked towards her room.

When she returned to the living room with the blanket, the guy was already lying on his back, breathing peacefully.

She spread the blanket out flat and carefully covered him with it. Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him for a few seconds and then turned away.

She turned off the TV and the living room lights, then went to stand in front of him.

She tiptoed under the covers and lay down beside him.

Nomiyama's right hand twitched slightly.

Use it as a pillow for her.

Chapter 186 Morning Porridge and People

In fact, Yukino Yukinoshita has rarely slept soundly in recent years.

London is, after all, a foreign land. No matter how beautiful the moon in the sky is, it can't compare to the one I see at home. The pressure of learning various skills keeps building up in my heart. My mother and sister's excellence is a shining example, and the inheritance of the Yukino family is also on the table.

There are always things to do every day.

I didn't want to admit defeat, so I couldn't slack off and had to keep working hard, even when I was exhausted.

Of course, another reason is that he was too far away.

Writing letters is just about finding romance through distance and time; chatting on Line only brings cold text; voice conversations are fun, but deep down you know you're still very far apart.

Only seeing him in person can calm my anxiety and longing; only when he stands beside me can I stop these wild thoughts.

When he's at home, there's no need to rush anything tomorrow.

He will prepare breakfast, greet guests, stop any dangerous situations, and handle any problems.

You can leave everything to him, and you can sleep easily until he wakes you up for breakfast.

These clear conclusions bring a sense of security, a sense of security that can only be obtained when he is present.

Just like when he feels uneasy, he will subconsciously come over, and what he is seeking is a sense of security.

In reality, neither of them is truly strong; their vulnerabilities reside within each other. But as long as they are together, there is no need to worry, because they both understand that the other will always be there for them. This certainty between them brings unparalleled peace of mind.

Yukino Yukinoshita noticed that he had woken up, then gently removed her hand from his arms, placed it on the sofa, and got up to leave.

Without thinking much, she simply filled the void left by his absence with a blanket, hugged herself tightly, and easily drifted back to sleep.

When he woke up again, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was his bright, curious, and satisfied gaze.

Nomiyama lay on the edge of the sofa, blinked, and watched the person in front of him gradually change from dazed to cold.

He raised his lips, thinking this person was a little too cute.

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him coldly, then sat up: "Move aside, I need to wash up."

"Oh," Nomiyama replied.

Then he reached out and straightened the other person's pajamas, which were askew and revealed a large expanse of fair skin.

"Okay, go wash up."

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at him expressionlessly, got up, put on her slippers, and clattered towards the bathroom.

Nomiyama watched her from the sofa, a look of pleasure on his face.

Yukinoshita's innocent sleeping posture with her mouth slightly open was really cute, like a completely defenseless silly cat.

Of course, her cold face and disdainful look were also cute; she was probably a big cat pretending to be fierce.

Whistling, Nomiyama walked to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for her.

Actually, I was quite surprised when I woke up and went to the bathroom, since it was empty the last time I came. Now it has its own toiletries.

Hmm, I want to marry her...

It doesn't matter if it's fierce, because it's all fake anyway.

After serving breakfast, he hummed as he walked to the table.

Yukino Yukinoshita was still wearing that panda pajamas. When she saw him coming, she frowned and said, "Why didn't you wake me up?"

Nomiyama placed breakfast on the table, stood opposite her, and served her a bowl, saying nonchalantly, "I see you really want to sleep in, so I'll let you have your way. It's the weekend anyway, why wake up so early? Just leave anything to me."

Yukino Yukinoshita took the bowl he offered, lowered her eyes, and said nothing more.

Nomiyama served himself a bowl, boasting, "It's a shrimp and vegetable porridge. I coated the shrimp shells in breadcrumbs and fried them. It can be eaten as a snack with the porridge."

Yukino Yukinoshita blows on the piping hot shrimp porridge and complains: "It takes a lot of time and effort, and as a breakfast, the fried shrimp shells are a bit too oily."

Nomiyama bit into the fried shrimp shell, gave her a disapproving look, and said nothing.

She put the shrimp porridge in her mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it. Yukino Yukinoshita said casually, "The taste is alright, I don't dislike it."

Nomiyama swallowed hard, glanced at her, and remained silent.

Yukino Yukinoshita picked up a fried shrimp shell, put it in her mouth, made a crisp sound as she bit into it, and after swallowing, she said, "The cooking time was just right."

Nomiyama kept his head down and ate his porridge, ignoring her.

Yukino Yukinoshita took another sip of porridge and picked at her chopsticks: "They even removed the shrimp veins, which is very thoughtful, and the flavor is indeed rich."

Nomiyama continued serving the porridge.

Yukino Yukinoshita stopped eating and looked up at him.

Nomiyama raised his lips, his movements still going, but he replied, "I'm so glad that Yukinoshita-san likes it. I've been working hard all morning, and I'm so glad I got Yukinoshita-san's praise."

Yukino Yukinoshita then picked up a piece of fried shrimp shell, bit into it with a crisp sound, and stared at him.

Nomiyama, also biting into a fried shrimp shell, looked at her with an innocent expression.

If you're going to praise someone, then praise them. Why did you have to belittle them first before praising them indirectly?

Yukino Yukinoshita sneered, lowered her head, and began preparing her shrimp porridge.

I won't praise you next time. Let's see who gets more anxious, you or me.

The two of them prepared their own breakfasts, which were nearing noon.