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Nomiyama's eyebrows twitched, and he thought of someone: "Then why not go find Haruno? She's still in Chiba."

Sawamura Sayuri sneered: "Yono is very shrewd. She slips away as soon as I get within a mile of her. Miyabi is different from her. Miyabi is the current head of the Yukinoshita family. She can't avoid me."

"Hehe, is she still at Yukinoshita's house? I'll go see her tomorrow."

Nomiyama considered a possibility, but still asked, "What do you want with her?"

Sawamura Sayuri's eyes lit up, and she stared intently at him: "I'm going to tell her: I ate your baby, did you get to eat him?"

"No, no, please don't, it will really upset her." Nomiyama threw away the popcorn bucket and reached out to stroke her hair. "Besides, she's not at Yukinoshita's house anymore."

Sawamura Sayuri frowned: "Not here? Where did you go?"

Nomiyama took two steps and pulled out a cart: "I don't know, I'm still waiting, she'll contact me."

He stopped talking about that and instead asked, "Did you have a grudge against Gong Yu before?"

Sawamura Sayuri said with a stern face: "When I was little, my parents would tell me the most often, 'Learn from Miyabi, she's good at academics and well-behaved.'"

Nomiyama realized that it was this kind of grudge that stemmed from someone else's child.

"Why would I imitate her? She always has a cold face, like someone owes her billions. When I try to talk to her about something interesting, she looks at me as if it's boring."

Nomiyama found her unusually grumbling expression adorable: "It's alright, it's alright. You win in terms of cuteness. Miyagi's cold face deserves to be taught a lesson."

Sawamura Sayuri glared at him, then turned and walked towards the vegetable section: "Do I need you to tell me I'm cute?"

Nomiyama followed, pulling the cart: "Then what should I say?"

"Think for yourself."

Sawamura Sayuri picked up two radishes, seemingly judging which one was fresher.

Seeing this, Nomiyama reached out and took the one from her right hand: "This one is better."

He put the white radish into the cart, turned around, and only received a disdainful look.

After hesitating for a moment, he said, "You're more handsome than Gong Yu."

Sawamura Sayuri's expression softened slightly, but she still didn't speak.

Nomiyama took two steps and took her hand: "Do you remember when we were in second grade? It was in the fall. Once, Yukinoshita and I beat up four upperclassmen. Eriri was cheering us on from the sidelines. Then all three of us were called to the hospital."

“I went a little too far that day. Although they weren’t seriously injured, they had a lot of blood coming out of their noses and had to be taken to the hospital. Their families were very angry, and a bunch of them blocked our office and scolded us.”

"No one was home. I tried to make a move but Yukinoshita stopped me. Only the driver came from Yukinoshita's house. Eriri was too scared to speak. Natsume-sensei was also helpless because there were more than a dozen people on the other side. His voice was useless. He could only stand in front to block for us."

"Then you kick the door open, walk up to the person who made the loudest noise, and slap them across the face."

"Your slap silenced the whole office; I thought it was super cool."

Sawamura Sayuri laughed, thinking of the three of them when they were just little kids. She laughed and said, "What's so cool about this? If Miyami had known you were there, she probably wouldn't have just hit you. She would have thrown those dozen or so people who dared to talk back to you into Tokyo Bay to be used as pile drivers."

Nomiyama shook his head: "Back then, when Chiba was looking for me, she didn't really care about Yukinoshita's affairs. If she had really cared, I might have been taken back to Yukinoshita's house and raised by her before I was even nine years old."

"You didn't even know who I was back then, so what you did was just for Eriri and us. I think it's really cool."

Sawamura Sayuri took his hand, her tone a little strange: "It still feels a bit weird. I feel like I'm stealing candy from kids."

"No, no, no, don't think like that." Nomiyama grabbed two lamb chops and put them away. He grinned. "Your family member had certain thoughts about me when he was eight years old. You're not being unreasonable. Your family member is the most unreasonable one."

Sawamura Sayuri pinched him, annoyed: "Eriri just wanted to marry you and kiss you at most. What else could she have imagined?"

"Who knows? How old were you when you showed her that notebook?"

"..."

......

Nomiyama sat cross-legged, holding Eriri in his arms, watching the Galgame on the screen, and began to drift off into his own thoughts.

In the end, it's all the same old childhood sweetheart, blonde, twin-tailed romance; I don't want to play along.

"Hey."

"Ok?"

"Where did you go this afternoon?"

Nomiyama put his arm around her and gently rocked her from side to side: "We went to the food street, then to the movie theater, then to buy groceries, and then came back."

Eriri Sawamura frowned: "Went to the movie theater? Then why are you back so soon?"

Nomiyama rested his chin on her head: "It's not easy to talk while watching a movie, so we just sat in the waiting area of ​​the theater and talked a lot."

Eriri Sawamura sighed softly, "It's such a short time."

Nomiyama ruffled her hair: "Life is long. Someday we will have time to say everything we want to say, and then look at some scenes we like in peace."

Eriri Sawamura grabbed his hand: "Idiot, when you like someone, you can never say everything. There are always things you can say."

She turned over, sat on him, cupped his face, and leaned in.

"Let's do it."

......

Eriri Sawamura lay face down, panting for a few moments before struggling to roll herself off his body and fall to one side.

With her fingers weak, she lay on her back, her eyes glazed, and said, "I didn't mute."

Nomiyama patted her cheek: "Why did you use all your scheming on her?"

Eriri Sawamura didn't have the strength to push his hand away, so she just said, "Nonsense, didn't I scheme against you?"

Nomiyama withdrew his hand and stood up: "You're only good for your own kind."

"Scumbag."

......

What are you doing here?

What do you think?

"She will hear you."

"You've corrupted her..."

"Wait, wait..."

"Well..."

"Um..."

"Waaah...waaah..."

......

After listening for a while, until the voice finally stopped being suppressed and the syllables started to get out of control, Eriri Sawamura's fingers moved, and then she propped herself up.

She got out of bed and pushed open the door to walk towards the bathroom.

I take a shower, then go to sleep. Every time I'm done, I feel sticky.

......

"I won't be staying at your house."

"Hmm? Didn't we agree on that?" Nomiyama ruffled her loose hair.

“I didn’t agree.” She reached out, feeling somewhat powerless, so she just scratched him. “You have too many family members. If we stay here long-term, we’ll definitely be discovered. Think about me. I don’t want them looking at me with strange eyes all the time.”

"Then, you can come and stay here whenever you're free. Once they get used to it, well, it'll be fine."

"How could I possibly get used to it, you idiot? I'm going to take a shower."

"Wait, she's still washing."

He rolled over and pinned her down: "Let's kill some time."

"You bastard, you still want... um..."

......

"Hey, where's Mom?"

Eriri Sawamura looked at the empty streets outside and scratched her head.

Nomiyama picked up his phone and glanced at the message: "Went shopping, said he's going on a big shopping spree."

"Isn't she going back with us?"

"No, she means she'll come to stay in a few days, and then come again when she has the chance."

“Okay, then you can come home with me more often from now on.” After saying that, Eriri Sawamura looked down at the paper in her hand.

[Marriage Industry]

"Does this mean we're married?"

Eriri Sawamura was still a little confused. She had been thinking about marrying him for many years, but she never expected that on their wedding day, all they would have to do was write down their information and names on a piece of paper.

It was just an ordinary spring morning. The sunlight wasn't anything special, the cherry blossoms weren't particularly beautiful, and the wind and clouds drifted by as usual. That's how she got married, just like all the other adults.

So, does this mean I've grown up? Getting married means I've grown up.

Nomiyama untied her twin ponytails, letting her hair cascade brilliantly in the sunlight, and tied the two white ribbons around her wrists: "Yes, we're married, and now you're my wife."

Eriri Sawamura looked at the hair ribbons he had tied up: "Those two ribbons were given to me by Grandma Sasha, I won't give them to you."

"Yeah, I'm just borrowing it for a bit. I'll return it to you when I get home."

Nomiyama reached out, his wrists both tied with headbands, two black and two white: "I always feel like you two are like the Black and White Impermanence."

“Yeah, you’re going to get me killed.” Eriri Sawamura kicked his shin. “Carry me back.”

Nomiyama squatted down, waited for her to come up, then stood up and walked along the street.

As the marriage certificate fluttered in the wind before his eyes, he sighed, "It's still proof of marriage, you should cherish it, okay?"

Eriri Sawamura nonchalantly held the paper in one hand: "I do cherish it, but I don't think it's necessary to cherish it too much. In short, it's just a piece of paper. If it gets damaged, I can just get another one."

“Although that makes sense…” Nomiyama thought for a moment, “At least you’ll be keeping it at home, so you shouldn’t make sure it’s all wrinkled.”

"It's all your fault. Why didn't you give me the first one?" Eriri Sawamura tugged at his hair with her free hand.

"So in the end, you still feel it doesn't matter since it's not the first one." Nomiyama stopped and then pretended to walk back. "Let's get a divorce right now. Anyway, you're not upset. You just want freedom."

"You dare!" Eriri Sawamura tightened her grip around his waist, her voice fierce. "Hurry up! You filthy man! Take me home!"

"I wonder if they've had breakfast yet," Nomiyama said wistfully. "They were dragged here to get married as soon as they woke up, they're so hungry."

"It's your honor to marry me, and you still dare to complain!" Eriri Sawamura shook and struggled on his back.

"Miss, I have a question for you."

"Speak." Eriri Sawamura paused briefly.

"Will I get a large sum of money after we get divorced?"

"You actually want a divorce!"

Feeling the person struggling even more on his back but refusing to get down, Nomiyama's eyes lit up with a smile.

After a while, Eriri Sawamura started to get bored, so she reached out, plucked a few pink cherry blossom petals from her head, and held them to his lips.

Nomiyama opened its mouth and ate the pink and white flowers.

Chewing, he complained, "It doesn't taste as good as it did a few years ago."

Eriri Sawamura ignored him, instead plucking more petals and placing them one by one on his black hair.

Chapter 275 Don't touch me if we're not close.

"I am back."

Nomiyama pushed open the door and carried Eriri into the house.

He stared at the person on the sofa for a few seconds, then waited for the other person's hesitant response.

Welcome home.

Nomiyama glanced around the living room, a little curious: "Senior, where are they?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha closed the book and recalled, "We went shopping. After all, the three of you just got back, and there are still some things we're missing."