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“Of course, Yukino told me.” Eriri Sawamura rolled her eyes. “Yukino told me that you went to her house that winter and then took her away from home.”

“Not accurate enough,” Nomiyama retorted, recalling the scene from that day.

“That day she wanted to run away from home and then sent me a message asking for help.”

“There’s not much difference.” Eriri Sawamura sighed.

She stood up and stretched: "Then let's do it together at the fireworks festival."

“Okay.” Nomiyama nodded, looking at her somewhat casual expression.

"Okay, goodnight, Kazehaya." Eriri Sawamura stepped outside.

"Goodnight, Eriri," Nomiyama replied.

After Eriri left, Nomiyama lowered his head and began to think.

Sawamura Sayuri threw back the covers, stood up, and frowned: "What do you mean?"

Nomiyama looked up at her and said, "Eriri has her own ideas."

Sawamura Sayuri stepped on his foot, her face unfriendly: "What I mean is, what did you mean just now?"

Nomiyama blinked.

He reached out and grabbed her ankle, tilting his head slightly. "What do you think?"

Sawamura Sayuri tried to pull her foot away, but found she couldn't. So she stopped struggling and instead stomped down harder: "Didn't you say you wouldn't take the initiative?"

Nomiyama responded nonchalantly, "You're not Yukinoshita's best friend."

"I'm Eriri's..."

"I don't care."

Nomiyama pulled her down, making her kneel on his lap.

He leaned closer: "Anyway, it was your own fault for drugging me and causing this problem, so it's not my fault."

"If it's not your fault, who is?"

"Oh, then it's my fault." Nomiyama pulled her into his arms.

"Nomi Yamakaze, you deserve to die!" Sawamura Sayuri gritted her teeth.

Nomiyama fell silent.

He carefully buried himself in that head of black hair, breathing.

"Sayuri."

"Have you noticed that you've never actually rejected me?"

Sawamura Sayuri leaned back, escaping his embrace, and stood up again.

Stomp, stomp, stomp.

"Nomi Yamakaze, you'll be torn to pieces someday!"

Nomiyama covered himself with the blanket to increase his defense.

After a while, Sayuri Sawamura, catching her breath, kicked him.

"Tell me, what exactly does Eriri mean now?"

Nomiyama noticed that the movement had stopped and poked his head out from under the covers.

He looked in the direction where Eriri was, his expression somewhat strange.

"It seems like she... wants to confess her feelings to Yukinoshita in front of him."

"what?"

Chapter 226 Abnormal Humans, Help!

"Are you serious? Eriri?"

Hearing her undisguised suspicion, Nomiyama clicked his tongue: "Eri is your daughter, after all. What kind of tone is that?"

“It’s a bit unlike her usual style,” Sawamura Sayuri said thoughtfully.

Nomiyama crawled out of bed, sat cross-legged, and kept his gaze fixed on the direction where Eriri was.

"Eri is very strange. Most of the time, she is a little bread that can be kneaded by anyone."

Sawamura Sayuri didn't object to the description of the small bread; she simply asked, "And then?"

“Then occasionally, she would do something with unusual courage that caught people off guard.” Nomiyama propped his face up with a smile. “She probably really could do it and explain everything to Yukinoshita.”

Sawamura Sayuri looked down at him: "In this respect, you understand Eriri better than I do."

Nomiyama remarked, "Because I was a firsthand witness to it."

"But why would she do that? It's something that could be resolved simply by confessing to you now, why does she have to go face to face with Yukino?" Sayuri Sawamura sighed. "How can she face Yukino?"

Nomiyama looked up at her, then got up and walked to the sofa: "Eri probably doesn't want to keep it from Yukinoshita like this, she wants to make things clear to her face."

"Maybe she's figured something out these past couple of days. I don't know, I just have this feeling."

As he spoke, he picked up some clean summer clothes, glanced at Xiaobaihe who was still frowning and deep in thought on the bed, and then went into the bathroom.

When he came out after changing his clothes, a problem immediately arose.

“What’s the point of a situation where you’re bound to lose?” Sayuri Sawamura stood outside the bathroom door.

Nomiyama tugged at his sleeve, annoyed: "You really have no faith in Eriri at all."

Sawamura Sayuri's expression remained unchanged: "I just had too much faith in her."

Nomiyama was choked.

After a long pause, he reached out and pulled her towards the door: "Yukinoshita, she couldn't bear to hurt Eriri."

"You've already stolen my man, yet you can't bear to hurt him?" Sawamura Sayuri was about to speak when she realized that the person in front of her already had several girlfriends.

Her eyes twitched, and she realized what was happening.

Each occurrence of this situation gradually raises Yukino's tolerance threshold, which is why she can be certain that Eriri will not be harmed under the current circumstances.

But aren't you afraid that Yukino's pent-up emotions will finally explode, time and time again?

Sawamura Sayuri followed him out of the room without resistance and walked down the corridor.

Only when they were about to leave the corridor did she ask, "Where are you going?"

Nomiyama glanced back at her and continued leading the way: "I remember there was a bar on this floor, with an open-air observation deck."

He kept walking, but not fast, because you can't walk too fast in a kimono.

Once Eriri's problem is resolved, the two of them will face even more pressing issues.

What kind of relationship do we have? How should we get along?

"Oh? You think I'm too rebellious in my current state, so you want to get me drunk first and then commit a crime, is that it?" Sawamura Sayuri sneered.

Nomiyama stopped and turned to look at her.

Sawamura Sayuri also stopped, but showed no intention of running away. She simply stared at him, her eyes filled with coldness.

Nomiyama stared at her for a few seconds, then turned around, took her hand, and continued walking.

"Little Lily, you have never really resisted me, not even now that I'm holding your hand."

Sawamura Sayuri took a deep breath, preparing to kick him, but in the end she couldn't move.

We've arrived at the bar.

Nomiyama pulled her forward.

"Heh, you're a minor. Figure out how to buy the alcohol yourself," Sawamura Sayuri said coldly.

Nomiyama squeezed her small hand slightly and explained, "We didn't come here to drink, and besides, you didn't refuse to drink."

Turning back, he whispered, "Little Lily, you're easier to handle than I thought."

Sawamura Sayuri couldn't kick him; in public, such a gesture would not conform to the etiquette and rules she had been taught since childhood.

So she pressed harder with her fingers, her nails digging into his flesh.

Ignoring the minor injury, Nomiyama pulled her straight to the open-air balcony.

After taking a few steps, he led her behind a flower bed and then held her hand tightly.

"Little Lily, do you believe me?"

Sawamura Sayuri looked at him but did not respond.

Nomiyama smiled: "I won't hurt you."

"Just do what you're going to do, stop talking so much," Sawamura Sayuri said disdainfully.

"Oh." Nomiyama stepped forward, no longer holding her hand, but bending down, putting his arm around her knees, and pulling her into his arms.

"Don't scream, don't be afraid, trust me."

Sayuri Sawamura looked into his eyes, then looked away: "Too talkative."

With a slight smile, Nomiyama gently lifted her up and leaped over the railing, jumping from the 20th floor of the building.

A gust of wind began to rise, and the uniform hotel windows swept rapidly upwards in front of us.

Sawamura Sayuri opened her eyes wide, but she didn't scream or show any fear. She simply lay in his arms and tightened her grip on his waist.

The next moment, his body rose rapidly, a pressure pressed down on him, and then was dissipated by an inexplicable force.

Sayuri Sawamura blinked as she looked down at the mottled Tokyo below.

"Let's go see something."

As Nomiyama said this, he once again created a foothold under his feet and jumped.

His energy is indeed weak, and he can't even cultivate it to become stronger, but he can use it in a little way. As long as the burst isn't too big, his energy is enough to protect other people's bodies. The reason why Yukinoshita and Mai-senpai couldn't do it before was because the sky was too high and too cold, and his energy wasn't enough to protect them.

While this kind of aerial jumping isn't as simple or visually appealing as flying or teleportation, it's still alright.

At least, it's like going to heaven...

"I thought you would fly, but all you did was jump around in the sky." Sayuri Sawamura still looked disgusted.

"It's not that easy to fly," Nomiyama said helplessly.

The amount of air required for flight was simply unaffordable for him. As for the instantaneous teleportation method like Yukinoshita's, he could understand the principle behind it, but he still couldn't afford it.

"Ha, useless." Someone sneered.

"Stop talking nonsense." Nomiyama lowered his head and kissed her.

"asshole!"

*Smack*. Another kiss.

Sawamura Sayuri quieted down. This bastard is shameless; she decided not to argue with him.

"Speaking of which, you're not surprised by this situation." Nomiyama glanced at the dazzling Tokyo Tower in the distance.

"How many times do you think you were hospitalized when you were eight years old due to poisoning? Do you really think your little bit of money is enough for medical expenses?" Sawamura Sayuri sneered. "You've been abnormal since you were a child, and now you're just a little more abnormal. What's so surprising about that?"

"So it turns out I've been kept by a sugar daddy since I was a child," Nomiyama remarked with emotion.

Sawamura Sayuri didn't want to talk to him about that kind of thing. She just looked down at the brightly lit Tokyo and asked, "Where are we going? Tokyo Tower?"

"Tokyo Tower is nice, but it's too boring up there. The view from up there isn't much better than what we're seeing now." Nomiyama lightly tapped the ground and leaped a great distance into the air once more.

"Let's go to Tokyo Bay."

"What's so interesting about Tokyo Bay?" Sayuri Sawamura couldn't understand his thought process.

"I've never seen anyone pour concrete piles before," Nomiyama simply explained.

"You're really boring," Sawamura Sayuri retorted, then tilted her head in his arms and continued looking down at Tokyo.