My Love Routine is Too Anti-personal

"It's none of my business, let me out." Sakura Kuramochi, among the girls, struggled weakly.

A camera that takes pictures at a certain time in the distance, arrives at the designated time.

"Crack!"

In the photo, they all showed a [sincere] smile.

The young man with only his back, although he didn't show his face and couldn't see his expression, his "sincerity" had already overflowed the picture.

=== Chapter [-] The rain in the middle of the night blows the wind of the story (end of text) ===

(The last chapter also gave me a card review, I got stuck twice, I was so angry)

"You didn't do anything and you told me you did?"

After a day of dating, Ichiro Chiyo was a little tired, fiddled with the coffee cup in front of him, looked at the reflection hidden in the hot coffee, and asked.

"If I lie to you, I will be forgotten by the world."

"Who are you? Why do I want to sit at the same table with you." As if his brain was stimulated, Ichiyo pressed his eyebrows, his brows furrowed, and his charming eyes looked at Shiraishi Zexiu with doubts.

"That's right," Shiraishi Zexiu nodded earnestly, "I'm your husband, your memory was damaged because of a car accident a few days ago, you can't remember a lot of things, I'm very sad, there are so many bits and pieces of our love. Drops are only I remember.

But it doesn't matter, as long as we are all still there, everything will be fine, I will bring you back to our happiness.

Oh, by the way, Chiyo, you remember that your original character was a Yamato Nadeko, well-behaved and sensible, very obedient to her husband's words, I told you to go east, but you dare not go west..."

"I just forgot everything about you, not that I've become an idiot." Chiyo Ichiro rolled his eyes and sighed helplessly.

This kind of action, made by her, has an elegant beauty.

"I really did it," this time, Shiraishi Zexiu's tone was serious, "although it is very contradictory, because I don't know how I will do it."

He stared straight at Ichiyo Chiyo, the flow of his eyes built a galaxy that only belonged to two people, and the warmth and softness were slowly conveyed:

"But I know you already believe me."

Looking a little embarrassed by such eyes, Ichiyo Chiyo lowered his head and continued to look at the coffee cup noodles, took a sip of the latte on the edge, and sipped it lightly in his mouth.

"Well, I believe."

Whether it is his words or his heart, he is conveying this message to himself with certainty.

Great.

Ichiyo Chiyo doesn't care how he does it, what the process is, as long as it doesn't endanger her parents, she just wants the result to be 'success'.

The hand was firmly held by a person without reacting.

He wears a lot of clothes, so the warmth keeps leaning from that hand to his side, comfortably and not wanting to be pulled away.

"Come on, I'll keep you warm and tell you to wear so little today." Shiraishi Zexiu said with a smile.

The straight legs came together a little tighter again, and the girl glared at him:

"Okay, then on our... date, I'll wear trousers and a big padded jacket to ensure that I will warm your heart." Said the girl in a sea blue JK suit, white lining and red bow tie.

She is as dazzling as a white flower on black paper.

"You will warm my heart without wearing it like this."

Shiraishi Zexiu let go of his hand, got up, and sat next to Ichiyo Ichiyo, his chin resting on her arm, and his head tilted slightly to look at her.

"You are sick?"

"Chiyo."

"Ok?"

"You are mine now."

"Ah."

"Are we boyfriend and girlfriend now?" Shiraishi Zexiu stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the girl's cheek with the second knuckle of her index finger, feeling very comfortable.

"No." The girl turned her head to look at him.

"As soon as you enter Chiyo, I like you, be my girlfriend." Shiraishi Zexiu said with a smile.

"It's been a day, and you haven't said it until now, so it's counted now."

"You haven't agreed yet."

"I'm willing, I've already worn the ring, what else is there not to do?" Ichiyo Chiyo twirled the ring on her ring finger with her thumb.

"If you want something better, your father scolded me for giving you this ring."

"When?"

Shiraishi Zexiu told the story of that class.

"Deserving it."

"Chiyo, let's get engaged, six years later, the day we graduate from college."

"Six years, what should we do if we break up."

"There is no need to think about something that can't happen at all." Shiraishi Zexiu chuckled, "Besides, we are all divorced people, what is a breakup, we are destined to be together."

"Yes, but still not."

"Ok?"

As soon as Chiyo thought of the headache, he sighed, put the coffee stirrer into Shiraishi Zexiu's mouth, and said a little helplessly:

"Su I said that she will have a child after graduating from college, but I want the first surnamed Shiraishi to be born to me, so I will get married in college in five years at the latest."

Ichiyo Chiyo shoulders the mission of two families - Shiraishi and Ichiyo.

"It's up to you." Shiraishi Zexiu smiled even more, and the stirring rod was held in his mouth like the grass roots of the Pokémon Wooden Shougong.

"Are you going home?" Shiraishi Zexiu asked.

It was getting late, and a few scattered stars were scattered around the moon. There was not a single cloud in the sky for thousands of miles.

"Go back, drink coffee, and stay up late tonight." Ichiyo Chiyo put down the coffee he had only drank, patted Shiraishi Zexiu on the cheek and told him to leave his hands.

"The effect of coffee on me is basically zero, but if you can't sleep, baby fox, you can chat with me at any time." Pulling the chair away to make it easier for Ichiyo to walk out, Zexiu Shiraishi directly took her hand.

Ichiyo Chiyo did not respond to this sentence.

"Where to wait for your driver."

"Today...return to Zhong Yutu."

Shiraishi Zexiu turned around and drank the rest of the two cups of coffee.

--

There are not many people on the subway in the middle of the night, but there is no seat, so two people stand together.

Shiraishi Zexiu stretched out his hand to stop the girl's slender waist from behind, and pulled her towards him. The light in the tram could barely squeeze into the gap left between the two.

He attached to her ear and said softly:

"When I take the subway with you many times, I hope that there are many people, so that you can squeeze with me. Even if you keep a distance, as long as the tram is bumpy, I can take advantage of the trend to get closer to you.

However, after your identity could not be hidden, you rarely took the subway. "

"I will squeeze the tram with you more after that?" Ichiyo Chiyo asked softly with a smile leaning his face on his shoulder.

"Who is still crowding the tram? It wasn't because I didn't have a reason to think so. Now I can get close to you wherever I go. I don't need it anymore."

As if to verify this statement, Shiraishi Zexiu closed the light gap without leaving a trace.

Ichiyo Chiyo closed his eyes and grabbed the sweater around his waist with his hands, feeling the transfer of body temperature.

--

At the door downstairs of the apartment, two people stood there.

No one around, or someone, they don't care anyway.

It was a warm and long kiss.

But no one would shout and shoot Shiraishi Zexiu on the balcony.

The overlapping shadows slowly separated, and the girl with the clouds on her face pushed Shiraishi Zexiu away, wiped her soft lips, turned her head and stopped looking at him, and said:

"Okay, you go back."

She wouldn't invite, he knew, she knew he knew.

"I just drank too much coffee, can I go to the toilet?" said the shameless man.

"No." As soon as the girl's voice fell, the man ran directly through him and ran upstairs, shouting anxiously, "No, I can't hold it anymore."

"You go to the corner to solve it! Don't go to my house." Ichiro Chiyo scolded and followed with a smile.

--

After coming out of the toilet, Shiraishi Zexiu sat on the sofa, sitting with the girl who seemed to be leaning on the sofa naturally, but was actually very nervous.

"After using the toilet, you should go back." Although he didn't hear any sound of water in the toilet when he entered Chiyo.

Maybe Shiraishi Zexiu didn't wash his hands when he went to the toilet.

"My phone is out of battery, and I'm a lunatic again. I don't know how to get back."

"I'll help you get a taxi now."

"How expensive is a taxi."

"I don't care about the money."

"Your money is my money, I care, don't spend it."

"Oh."

There was a moment of silence, the TV was on, but neither of them knew what was playing on it.

The whole room was filled with the sound of the fiery heart beating, and it was so noisy that it was impossible to stabilize the mind.

"I don't think I'm ready yet." Ichiro Chiyo said suddenly, "Why don't you go back first."

"It's okay." Shiraishi Zexiu's voice was gentle, he slowly tipped his head, and rested his head on Ichiyo's plump and elastic thighs, getting the knee pillow he longed for. He raised his head and traced the curve of her cheek with his palm.

"Don't do that when you're not ready, just sleep together, just hug each other, and that's fine. I can't do anything."