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"Okay, let's eat first." Yukinoshita Miyabi took his hand, holding only two fingers.

Yukinoshita smiled, took his arm, and snuggled against him.

"I'll listen to my boyfriend."

Nomiyama took a step back, his expression changing.

These two are acting strangely; they usually react very indifferently to things involving their other girlfriends.

Is it because they weren't informed of the other person's existence that they're angry?

......

At the barbecue restaurant, Nomiyama picked up a piece of grilled meat, put it in his mouth, glanced at the two people across the table, and remained silent.

I went to the dressing room to take off my tuxedo, and when I came out after changing back into my original clothes, both of my girlfriends had bruises under their eyes.

They really did it...

At this point, it's best to minimize your presence. If they get too angry and start attacking you, you won't be able to fight back.

Thinking about all this, he reached out and picked up another piece of meat, dipped it in salt and pepper, and put it in his mouth.

As he chewed, he felt a small foot climbing up his left leg and looked up at Yang Nai, who was seriously grilling meat.

The next moment, another foot touched his right leg and started climbing, so he had to look at another person who was seriously grilling meat.

Everything was noticed, and after a moment of silence, the three of them stopped grilling the meat.

Yukinoshita Miyami and Yukinoshita Haruno stared at each other, their faces expressionless.

two sluts

Lift your foot and kick.

Nomiyama looked at the two who were completely ignoring his attack and said helplessly, "I really want to eat barbecue. Can we finish eating before we fight?"

The two people on the other end stiffened for a moment, then sat up straight again and continued grilling the meat.

Nomiyama looked at the seemingly more peaceful scene, carefully pinched the meat between his fingers, and said in a low voice, "Why don't you stop being angry? If it's really that bad, you can hit me, I'm thick-skinned."

"Heh, masochist." Yukinoshita Haruno handed him a piece of meat and sneered.

"I...I can't bear to..." Yukinoshita Miyami lowered her head.

Nomiyama glanced at Miyabi, his eyes softening.

Yukinoshita flattened the grill rack with one hand.

It's hard now, the fist is really hard.

......

"Anyway, Yang, you can just pick any room."

By the time he said this, Nomiyama had already returned to Chiba with his two girlfriends.

Saying they were brought back is not accurate; in a sense, it was Yang Nai's Maybach that brought them back.

As for the Kawasaki motorcycle that had clashed with the police car, according to Gong Yu, it had already been arranged by her.

They didn't return to the Nomiyama family home, but rather to the house across the street belonging to Miyaame.

Nomiyama thought that Miyami's original room had been chosen by Yukino, and then he thought that the other three rooms on the second floor had been occupied by other girlfriends, so he silently came over here.

We can't let those two live on the first floor; if something like that happens, he probably won't get a peaceful night.

Yukino looked up at the second floor, then looked at him and said, "Kaze, you should go take a shower first. I'll shower after you."

Nomiyama looked at the two of them and raised an eyebrow.

Yukinoshita Miyami noticed his concern and smiled, "Don't worry, Kazehaya, we just need to talk."

Nomiyama thought for a moment, then turned around: "Anyway, let's not fight. Let's talk things out. If we fight again..."

He didn't know what to say for a moment, so he stopped to think and finally turned around and said seriously, "If you fight again, I'll beat you up."

Yukinoshita Miyami stared at him for a long while, then finally lowered her head in sorrow: "Is Kazehaya going to hit me?"

Nomiyama's eyelid twitched.

Yukinoshita simply rolled her eyes at him: "You're willing to do that?"

She waved her hand dismissively, saying, "Let's go, we won't fight."

"Oh."

Nomiyama silently turned and walked into the house.

After he grabbed his clothes and went into the bathroom, Yukinoshita Haruno stood in front of the sofa, snapped her fingers to create soundproofing, and then looked at him coldly: "Yukinoshita Miyami, I don't want to see what happened today happen again."

Yukinoshita Miyami simply looked at her and asked, "Do you really think the Yukinoshita family is under your control?"

Yukino Yukinoshita's expression remained unchanged: "I know that most people in the family still listen to you, and I know that if you want to, you can take back the Yukinoshita family at any time, but what I want to talk to you about is not such trivial matters."

"Yukinoshita Miyasame, you'd better understand one thing: you're just a thief who steals toys while the original owner is away. Once the original owner finds out, you should know the consequences."

A chill ran through Yukino's eyes: "You think you're not one?"

Yukino Yukinoshita paused for a moment, then took a deep breath: "So I've been suppressing my emotions and rarely go to his house to see him. What were you doing today? Strolling around Chiba's busiest shopping street with him, riding a motorcycle and showing off all the way, leading a police car all the way into Tokyo?"

"The reason why Yukinoshita Miyami said she wanted to play secretly is because if the original owner finds out, or if the original owner refuses to accept it, she even has the ability to stop everyone from playing."

"Who do you think is to blame?" Yukinoshita Miyabi stared at her with a chilling gaze. "If it weren't for your forceful coercion during middle school, and if I had more time, I would have devoured him by now."

"Eat him? On what grounds? On what grounds? On what grounds you're older?" Yukinoshita Haruno said sarcastically.

Yukishiro Miyabi raised her hand, and white mist flowed between her fingers.

Yukinoshita Haruno ignored her seemingly threatening actions and continued to mock, "You've been living with him for a while now, so what? You've slept with him?"

Yukinoshita Miyami remembered what he said about not fighting, so she stopped and calmed down.

Taking a deep breath, she looked across at the other side: "No matter what, this is my business. I will handle everything. Your presence here today is just meddling."

"Meddlesome?" Yukinoshita Haruno shook her head. "It's advice. You and I should both understand that the special one is not us. Don't do anything that could destroy everything."

"You should remind yourself of this." Yukinoshita Miyami turned and walked towards the kitchen. She was preparing to make him the milk tea he would drink every night. "Yukinoshita Haruno, neither of them are stupid. You'd better not get caught."

"Don't worry about me," Yukino Yukinoshita clicked her tongue.

"You're wrong, I'm not worried about you."

Yukinoshita Miyami took out the milk tea brewing equipment, glanced back at her, and then opened the milk.

"I just think that if you don't cause any problems, you can better help me hide it from Yukino, so that she won't find out about me."

Yukino couldn't resist any longer and headed straight for the kitchen.

......

Nomiyama pushed open the bathroom door and walked into the living room, only to find it empty except for a cup of milk tea on the coffee table.

He picked up his milk tea, took a sip, and then looked up at the quiet second floor.

Could it be that after the fight, he immediately went back to his room to hide in order to avoid being discovered by others?

The events of the 242nd night, a fish

After finishing his milk tea, Nomiyama took some time to go home.

Mainly, it was still early, and he wanted to kill some time.

After returning to his room, he glanced at the bookshelf, then strolled over to his desk, sat down on the stool, and opened the drawer.

Inside the drawer was a thick photo album.

Nomiyama took out the photo album and spread it out.

Since it's a photo album, it naturally contains photos, but none of them are of him; they're all of a girl.

He turned the pages one by one, seeing her in a white dress, in a blue dress, and in a school uniform with a scarf. When all the photos were gone, he continued turning the pages.

The photos were sent back by him during her three years of junior high school. She didn't want them back, and he didn't want to return them either.

Keep it; one day the two of you will be interested and look at it together.

Following the photograph was a letter with beautiful handwriting, as beautiful as she was, neat yet carrying an indomitable spirit.

Nomiyama read carefully, starting with the first letter and slowly turning the pages.

He read it very carefully, his seriousness almost overflowing from his eyes, as if he wasn't reading a letter at all, but nitpicking, trying to find a few typos or grammatical errors.

The heavy photo album turned page after page in his hands, seemingly without end, but it did indeed have an end.

After reading the last letter, Nomiyama closed the photo album and put it back in the drawer.

It is indeed strange to use a photo album to store letter paper, but with more than a hundred sheets, he really couldn't find any other way to preserve them. He couldn't very well bind them into a book, could he? That would be too strange and too easy to damage.

This can't be allowed to go wrong; this is the so-called "dark history" that I'm planning to keep for decades and then throw in front of her under the snow to make her furious.

Indeed, it's the only proof that they were together during their three years of junior high school.

Whistling, he turned around and jumped out of the window.

Returning to the living room of the other side of the house, he glanced at the still quiet second floor, made no further reaction, simply turned off the lights, and went upstairs.

He went straight to the room that was assigned to him in the same location as his own home.

He pushed open the door, went in, sniffed the air, glanced at the bookshelf, then at the clean bed, and lay down on it.

In fact, he could recite every word on those letters by heart, but that was useless. Only by looking at those letters again could he feel as if he had stepped into the past and experienced what he felt when he received the letters, and how he guessed what she felt when she wrote them.

This is a very interesting thing; he would always read those letters like this when he was bored.

Rather than saying he was reading a letter, it would be more accurate to say he was looking at the joys and sorrows of the two people at that time—the joys were his, and the sorrows were hers.

Turning over in bed, Nomiyama looked towards the door.

In the past, whenever he stayed here, he would lie on the sofa. He always had this strange idea that if he didn't go to bed, then he didn't go to bed. So sleeping together on the sofa couldn't be considered sharing a bed.

Gong Yu should have come over, because every time she's here, she sleeps with him.

Given Yang Nai's personality, she should logically come over; she should be quite interested in Night Raid.

But neither of them came, and they didn't even enter their room while he was reading the letter, because there wasn't a trace of the scent of shower gel left in the room.

Nomiyama's eyes flickered slightly, realizing that they wouldn't be coming over today.

Reach out and turn off the light.

Pull the covers up and go to sleep.

......

Two rooms separated only by a wall, two people dressed in slightly revealing nightgowns, staring at each other in silence.

They grew tired of looking at each other and stopped.

In the end, it was Yukino Yukinoshita who sounded out the soundproofing between the two rooms, and said with a cold laugh: "Heh, someone with no identity, someone that Yukino, Kato Megumi, and even Eriri don't know, do you really think you can get into his bed? Do you really think he'll ignore what those people think for you? Do you really think you're that important?"

Yukino raised an eyebrow: "Oh? So you're different from me? Does Yukino know about you?"

They looked at each other, then fell silent again, for a long time.

"You slut." ×2

Both of them, sporting panda eyes, turned around, lay back on the bed, and turned off the light.

......

Nomiyama loves watching her play the piano under the snow, and she loves the way she closes her eyes and becomes absorbed in the music.

Her delicate fingers, slightly longer than those of an average girl, moved across the black and white piano keys like butterflies fluttering their wings, and the notes murmured softly, flowing out smoothly and sweetly like mountain spring water.

I was so engrossed in watching that I couldn't take my eyes off it, and a sheet of music flew over to me.

"Have you seen enough?!"

Nomiyama caught the sheet music that had been thrown at his face, and looked at her slightly reddened ears: "Not yet?"

Yukino Yukinoshita stood up with a cold face: "I'm leaving. Practice on your own."

Nomiyama raised his hands in surrender: "No, you came over and said you were practicing ensemble, and then you sat down at the piano and played 'Confession Night.' There was nothing else I could do but watch you."