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If I get sick, it'll all be your fault!!!

"Hold me!!"

Nomiyama was stunned by the sudden words.

"Didn't you hear me! Hug me!!" Mai Sakurajima shouted again, looking down.

Nomiyama, too lazy to think any further, reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Mai Sakurajima leaned her head back on his shoulder, her eyes almost blinded by the torrential rain, her body so tightly held that she could barely move or struggle.

But she still shouted with her eyes closed.

"Hold on tighter! Useless junior Chu Nan! Hold me tighter, okay?!"

So their bodies were further embedded in each other's bodies, the contact between their body temperatures finally became obvious, and their heartbeats became clear. The heat they felt seemed to be proving that the other was alive.

Mai Sakurajima reached out and hugged him tightly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

Nomiyama stopped talking and just let her vent, yelling and squirming in his arms.

It wasn't until quite a while later, probably around the moment the downpour subsided, that the rain stopped.

The senior student's voice fell silent. She breathed heavily, her throat completely hoarse, but her tone had returned to normal.

"Gently, it's so tight."

Nomiyama relaxed a little.

The two remained embracing on the deserted street.

Mai Sakurajima rested her chin on his shoulder, lowered her head slightly, and looked at the puddles after the rainstorm.

The room rippled gently, neon lights shimmered, and the two of them were reflected in the water, as were the houses and trees.

The city was turned upside down in that puddle, the city was turned upside down in this downpour.

Even though the heavy rain turned the city upside down, he still embraced himself.

She let go, turned her head, and walked towards his house.

Nomiyama took a deep breath, feeling the emptiness in his arms, and then looked at the senior walking ahead.

Are you treating me like a disposable item?

......

Nomiyama House, living room.

Summer downpours always come and go quickly, and then they come again.

Nomiyama, dressed in his pajamas, listened to the rapid pounding of the world but ignored it, quietly watching the drama on TV.

Oh, what a coincidence, it's the day that Mai-senpai's first drama, "Ninefold," is being rebroadcast. The senpai, who looks like a little girl, is still very cute.

Just then, footsteps came from the hallway. It seemed that the other person had finished taking a hot bath and was walking towards the living room.

Their eyes met, and neither of them spoke.

One person looked away and continued watching TV, while the other took a few steps forward, took off his shoes, and curled up on the sofa with his arms crossed.

Nomiyama tossed over a blanket and casually said, "If the air conditioning is cold, it's better to wear this."

Sakurajima Mai quietly covered herself with the blanket, her expression unchanged: "Oh? One hug and then you got carried away, thinking you had an opportunity, so you used that to get closer and try to win me over? That's really quite..."

"Dong Dong Dong!!"

Mai Sakurajima's words were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Their eyes turned to each other at the same time, and then they looked at each other.

Listening to the raging wind and rain outside, Nomiyama got up in confusion and walked towards the entrance.

He reached out and carefully opened the door.

The door was pushed open forcefully and suddenly swung open.

The wind and rain rushed in instantly, blowing his hair, and along with the wind and rain came a woman.

The woman stumbled in, grabbed his collar with one hand, and spoke in a hoarse and loud voice.

"Where's my daughter! You said she was my daughter! Where is she?!"

Nomiyama looked at the woman in front of him whose face was almost completely obscured by her long hair, and then glanced at the mud stains on her pajamas.

His disheveled and demon-like appearance was completely at odds with the sophisticated and capable businesswoman he had been that afternoon, almost catching him off guard.

He took a deep breath, turned around, and looked at Mai-senpai, who was in the living room with red eyes and trying to cover her mouth.

The 216th is the deity of mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas.

The woman pushed open the door and immediately closed it.

She leaned against the door, catching her breath.

The rain was so heavy that even with an umbrella and the car parked just a few meters away in the courtyard, it still got quite wet.

She doesn't like heavy rain like this, for reasons that are unclear, but she definitely doesn't.

Perhaps it's because it would mess up my makeup?

Shaking her head, the woman confirmed that her heartbeat was no longer inexplicably rapid. She casually put down her umbrella, changed into slippers, and stepped into the living room.

She then went straight to the washroom.

Now that I'm home, I don't need to worry about my makeup anymore, but I should dry my wet hair.

The woman's surname is Sakurajima, and she is usually referred to as Ms. Sakurajima at work.

He works as a talent agent and is quite well-known in the industry because he manages several famous artists.

As for life outside of work, it's rather bland.

A woman who lives alone, is single, and will be forty in a few years, certainly doesn't have a very rich private life.

However, Ms. Sakurajima was quite satisfied.

She enjoys being undisturbed after get off work, likes to lie on the sofa and rest quietly after a busy day, and likes to have a quiet drink alone at home.

When she has some free time, she watches food videos and then tries to recreate the dishes in the kitchen.

In short, she is currently living a very good and fulfilling life, and she is very content.

After washing off her makeup, taking a shower, and changing into her pajamas, Ms. Sakurajima looked at the slightly listless woman in the mirror without makeup, smiled wryly, and turned to leave the bathroom.

No matter how hard you try to take care of yourself, you're bound to get old eventually, and the fatigue after work and signs of aging are almost inevitable.

No human being can stay young forever.

With a sigh, Ms. Sakurajima walked to the living room, turned on the TV, and saw that the old drama "Ninefold" was playing.

The young actress who played the female lead looked familiar, but I couldn't remember her name. I guess she's retired from the entertainment industry.

That's good too. This industry is ultimately a place of fame and fortune, so leaving it early and focusing on studying is the right path.

Ms. Sakurajima looked at the little girl on the screen, reached out, hugged the pillow to her chest, and softened her gaze.

Actually, she has rarely been this relaxed recently. Although her artists are well-known, none of them are top-tier stars who can carry the torch.

Arranging daily schedules for artists is already troublesome enough, but dealing with investors is also quite tiring. Lately, I've been going home, preparing dinner, eating, watching TV for a bit, and then going to rest.

dinner?

Miss Sakurajima shifted her gaze to the kitchen, and then gently covered the pillow with her hand.

Oh yes, dinner hasn't been prepared yet.

She got up, glanced at the commercials on TV, and walked towards the kitchen.

Light the fire, heat the oil, and pour in the water.

Miss Sakurajima glanced at the temporarily subsided downpour outside, then turned her head away and continued chopping lean meat.

She likes meat broth noodles because they're delicious, but more so because they're simple.

Living alone means that one naturally reduces their need for food.

It's not that she's never been in a relationship before; she's even been married. However, her husband was a fickle scumbag who abandoned her for someone else. Since then, Ms. Sakurajima has never been in a relationship again.

I simply don't have the courage or determination to trust others again.

A person can be abandoned once in their life, which can be attributed to inexperience and a lack of worldly wisdom; but if one has to experience being abandoned again, then life becomes rather miserable.

As she thought about it, Ms. Sakurajima put the noodles into the bowl and then ladled in the broth.

She has a dining table at home, but most of the time she eats at the table in front of the sofa.

Yes, in front of her sofa is not a coffee table, but a taller table, so that she can watch TV while eating.

Ms. Sakurajima likes watching TV, especially dramas featuring her favorite celebrities.

After placing the bowl of noodles on the table, Ms. Sakurajima sat on the sofa and took a pillow, placing it in her lap.

"I'm starting to eat."

Even though there was no one else in the house, Ms. Sakurajima still said those words.

A sense of ritual is always necessary.

Slurping her noodles, Ms. Sakurajima watched the little girl in the TV series as she chewed.

She is adorable. Although she is still young, it is obvious that she has talent. The scenes she portrays are full of a child's innocent and earnest efforts.

That's great; she's both talented and hardworking.

As she ate her noodles, she kept looking at the little girl.

She ate her noodles while watching TV intently.

At some point, during a very ordinary chewing, she noticed that the noodles were a bit salty, strangely salty.

Puzzled, she looked at the bowl of noodles.

Water droplets kept hitting the surface of the soup, breaking up the oily soup and causing it to ripple slightly.

Huh? Is the roof leaking?

Miss Sakurajima looked up at the ceiling, where everything was pure white, brightly lit by lamps, and without a trace of water.

Looking down, she still saw water droplets rippling with oil.

Then Sakurajima-san finally understood something, and she reached out and touched her cheek.

The tears were streaming down my face, surging like a renewed downpour outside.

I cried, but why did I cry?