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"Won't you get hot wearing a kimono out in public?"

"What? You have a problem with that?"

"No."

Nomiyama looked away and continued taking popsicles out of the plastic bag.

That kimono was a gift from myself; it was red and white.

As he reopened the packaging, a sound came from the second floor. Nomiyama looked up and his eyelids twitched.

He whispered, "Aren't those the matching outfits we bought together?"

Sawamura Sayuri glanced at him, got up and walked towards the stairs, whispering, "What? You have a problem with that?"

Nomiyama bit into his popsicle and remained silent.

Eriri Sawamura walked up to him with her mother, her voice loud but lacking in confidence: "Wh-how is it?!"

Nomiyama glanced at her; she was wearing a red sleeveless dress.

It looks good, of course, but when I tried it on, I actually chose it based on Xiaobaihe's temperament.

Nomiyama glanced at the person next to her and nodded: "Yes, very beautiful."

Sawamura Eri pouted and turned her head away: "A heartless scumbag only knows how to say sweet words."

Nomiyama ignored her, simply got up, and picked up his change of clothes.

"Shall we set off now?"

......

"Aren't you guys exaggerating a bit?"

Nomiyama sat in his seat, his gaze sweeping over the interior of the car, and he clicked his tongue in amazement.

"What's so exaggerated?" Eriri Sawamura was chatting with Yukino on her phone when she heard this and looked at him blankly.

Nomiyama glanced at Sayuri, who was also playing on her phone across from him, and said with a hint of exasperation, "Why are you riding in a stretched Rolls-Royce when you're just selling doujinshi..."

"Of course it's because it's comfortable to sit in." Eriri Sawamura put down her phone, looking down on his stupidity.

Don't you guys think it's conspicuous? A stretched Rolls-Royce pulled up outside the comic convention, and then a few people got out, carrying boxes of comic books and heading towards the convention.

Nomiyama fell silent.

"What are you thinking? The notebooks were printed and prepared by the staff a long time ago, and they'll bring them over for us." Sayuri Sawamura looked up from her phone, glanced at him, and said with disdain.

"Staff? Don't stall owners usually prepare their own goods after the stall is set up?" Nomiyama asked, somewhat puzzled.

“That’s usually how it is.” Sayuri Sawamura nodded, then smiled. “But since I’m the one who paid for this anime convention.”

He turned out to be a capitalist.

Nomiyama silently swallowed his impoverished imagination.

So, under the watchful eyes of the two ladies, he turned on his phone and began operating it silently.

The message arrived almost instantly after I swiped the screen.

Sayuri: [If you marry Eriri, everything is yours, everything from the Sawamura family.]

Nomiyama looked up at her, typed a long message in the chat box, then deleted it word by word, typed again, and deleted again.

In the end, only two words remained: 【Everything?】

Lily: [Yes, everything]

Nomi Yamakaze: [You're lying to me.]

A silent kick landed on his shin, and at the same time, a message arrived: "Everything was agreed upon, and that's everything."

Nomiyama typed in reply: 【I have a feeling you're trying to fool me】

Sawamura Sayuri glanced at him, who wasn't fooled, and kicked his shin again in annoyance.

Actually, he planned to leave the Sawamura family as soon as he got together with Eriri.

Thinking of this, she paused for a moment.

Why did I think he hadn't been fooled? And why did I quickly back out after he was fooled? The vague reason suddenly surfaced in my mind.

So she replied: "I watched you grow up, how did you turn out like this? I'm very disappointed."

Let Nomiyama be quiet for a while.

He recalled the conversation, pondered, and finally understood.

It seems I really want everything from the Sawamura family.

But now was clearly not the time for such explanations, so he simply replied: "[Does 'watching me grow up' mean feeding me aphrodisiacs from the age of thirteen? Theoretically, the fact that I haven't gone insane is already a good outcome.]"

Little Lily: [You've already gone mad.]

Nomi Yamakaze: [It was you who went mad.]

Lily: [Say that again?]

Nomi Yamakaze: [Are you going to call me again?]

Lily: [Say that again?]

Nomi Yamakaze: [Are you going to call me again?]

Eriri Sawamura stopped what she was doing with her fingers, shifted her gaze slightly, and looked at the two people facing each other, who were constantly pressing their fingers, with some confusion.

Are Kazehaya and his mother the kind of people who really enjoy chatting on their phones?

......

Nomiyama entered the hotel, took the room key from the front desk, and quietly walked towards his room.

The other two went to the comic convention to check out their booth for tomorrow. They probably noticed that he wasn't very interested, so they dropped him off halfway through their drive around the city.

Fortunately, the room had been booked in advance, so he only needed to go to the front desk to get a room key and then check in.

He took the elevator to the twentieth floor, took out his room key, counted the numbers, and walked towards his room.

He had already arranged to have dinner together at the hotel, but all he wanted to do now was go back to his room, take a shower, and clear his head before going down to the restaurant.

He swiped his card, pushed open the door, tossed the paper bag onto the sofa, and, too lazy to look at the layout of the spacious room, headed straight for the bathroom.

A short while later, he walked out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe and with his hair still a little damp.

Leaning against the edge of the bed, with one leg dangling on the bed and the other supporting his weight on the ground, he lazily opened his phone, thinking that they should be heading back to the hotel by now.

The doorbell rang.

Nomiyama was taken aback, before he could even get up to look.

The sound of a card being swiped rang out.

Without batting an eye, someone held the room key and pushed open the door, walking in.

Chapter 224 Past, Present, and Future

We first met when I was eight years old, on the fourth day after I came into this world.

The body is just beginning to develop; it's not exactly weak, but it's not exactly strong either.

That day, my body was covered in electric eels, and I was taken to the hospital while numb.

As she smoothed Eriri's hair and squinted to feel the evening breeze, she pushed open the door and entered.

Then, with a smile, she threatened, "Remember to call me Sister Little Lily next time."

Nomiyama agreed and continued to call her "Sayuri-neechan" from then on. However, one day he no longer wanted to use that affectionate term of address that represented the relationship between an elder and a junior, and he began to call her by her given name.

She also inadvertently removed the suffix "brother".

Everything changes over time, yet some things seem to remain the same.

For example, after she pushed the door open this time, she still began her threats in a casual manner.

"Hurry up and start dating Eriri, otherwise..."

Nomiyama sat cross-legged on the bed, propped her face up with her hands, and rolled her eyes at her: "Easy for you to say. I asked her 'Do you like me?' a while ago, but I still didn't pass the test."

Sawamura Sayuri's expression stiffened as she thought about that day. She sat on the bed in silence.

After a long pause, she turned her head, her eyes gradually becoming increasingly oppressive: "Then go confess, don't be vague, Eriri is too dense, she might not be able to react. Just go and say 'I like you' directly, crush her."

Nomiyama looked troubled: "Yukinoshita let me come this time, but that doesn't mean I can do whatever I want. She's Yukinoshita's best friend, and also my best friend. How can I confess to her? How am I going to explain this to Yukinoshita?"

"You can't expect me to tell Yukino that I confessed to your best friend, can you? How am I supposed to live like this...?"

Sawamura Sayuri's voice was somewhat sinister: "Why don't you lie to Yukino? Just say Eriri took the initiative."

"How could I possibly lie to Yukinoshita?"

Nomiyama's voice was ordinary yet certain, as if he were saying something inevitable: "I can remain silent, I can give irrelevant answers, but I cannot lie to her."

He lowered his hand, stretched his legs back, and leaned against the headboard: "Besides, given Eriri's appearance, if she were really in love, how could she possibly hide the details from Yukinoshita?"

"You don't lie, but you can avoid saying things that aren't relevant or giving irrelevant answers; you're really shameless in a very serious way." Sayuri Sawamura scoffed.

"If I'm not shameless, what will happen to my girlfriends?" Nomiyama curled his lip.

"So what do we do now? Is my Eriri destined to be an outsider?" Sawamura Sayuri asked with a displeased expression.

“Isn’t this what I’m waiting for? I’m waiting for something to change.” Nomiyama shifted his gaze to the ceiling.

"No, you have to think of something." Sawamura Sayuri started acting unreasonably, she sneered, "Otherwise, I'll tell Yukino that you and I..."

"Boom boom boom!"

The two people who were still talking froze at the same time and turned to look at the door.

Click.

The sound of the door being pushed open could be heard.

Without a second thought, Nomiyama pulled Sayuri's body over and placed her on top of him, then pulled the blanket over her.

What's going on with you people from the Sawamura family? Why do you all have my room key at the same hotel?

Sawamura Sayuri lay on his chest, instinctively preparing to resist, then stopped.

In this situation, if she were to crawl out of his bed, and Eriri is a doujinshi artist... ugh...

Thinking of this, she stopped moving, quietly resting on his chest, listening to the sounds outside and his heartbeat.

Nomiyama felt the quietness of the person in his chest, breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head, and looked at Eriri.

"what?"

Eriri Sawamura put away her room key, took a few steps, looked at him lying in bed in a bathrobe, and said with disdain, "What's wrong with you? Wearing a bathrobe and using a blanket?"

Nomiyama pulled the covers up and suddenly remembered a strange question: why did he hide Sayuri? Even if she were in his room, he could have plenty of reasons to explain to Eriri. What did it mean to hide her at the first opportunity?

He frowned slightly, but still pulled the blanket up a bit, replying to Eriri, "What's it to you? So what if I'm cold?"

"With your body, it would be a miracle if you could even feel cold," Eriri Sawamura muttered softly, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Nomiyama felt the warm body on his body and took a deep breath: "So what's wrong? Why did you suddenly come to me?"

Eriri Sawamura fidgeted with her fingers before speaking softly, "It's me. You shouldn't dislike doujinshi conventions, right..."

Nomiyama looked at her awkwardly and said with a look of disgust, "If I hated it, why would I have come with you? Eriri, how come you're getting dumber as you grow up?"

"You're the stupid one!" Eriri Sawamura retorted in a flash, then looked at him cautiously, "Does Yukino know?"

Sawamura Sayuri lay on top of him, silently resigned.

At a time like this, why ask about your love rival?

Looking into those cautious, deer-like eyes, Nomiyama paused for a moment, and suddenly thought of many years ago.

As a child, Eriri often watched him and Yukinoshita with those eyes, but things were different then. She was cautious, but also brave.

Seemingly cautious, she rushed forward without hesitation to help Yukinoshita, reaching out to pull him to her side.

One day I'll pin you to the ground and beat you up.