[Comprehensive] I feel tired and don't love Sakuragi-san

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Fortunately, it was just a kiss, otherwise I would really have smashed the milk cup in my hand towards the young master's forehead - this was my reaction after the young master finished speaking.

Maybe in this world, the young master and I have kissed a lot, and even reached a certain relationship, but for me, this aspect is completely blank, okay?

After the kiss was over, the young master just stroked my hair, said "just put the food in the kitchen after eating", and then left the room again.

I silently looked at the milk cup in my hand, thinking that I am not as powerful as an anime character. When others are angry, I can easily crush a cup. Unlike me, the mouth of the tiger’s mouth is about to be torn apart. There is no reaction at all, it will only make my hands hurt.

I drank the rest of the milk in one gulp, wiped my mouth, then dug out a simple sportswear from the closet and put it on, took the tray and went downstairs to the kitchen.

This is indeed the young master's house, and the layout is similar, except that some furniture and things have been arranged differently. Basically, it is the house I am familiar with... well, that house.

I don't want to use the word "home" to describe this place anymore.

I habitually washed all the plates and cups on the tray and put them back where they should be. I took a dry rag to dry my hands, and then looked around blankly.

It is really a very familiar kitchen. I have been learning cooking here since I was a child, whether I failed or succeeded, I am familiar with the location and appearance of every thing here.

Thinking of Sister Lihua, I froze for a moment.

During the time when my body was occupied, sister Tachibana should also be by my side, right?She was the maid who was there when the young master's parents were still alive. When the "I" was taken over, Sister Lihua should have taken care of me, so if something happened to me, Sister Lihua should also know.

Or is it that even Sister Lihua helped the young master hide the truth from me?

As soon as this question appeared in his mind, it quickly sprouted and took root, almost growing into thorny vines, tightly wrapped around his heart, and even his breathing became short and oppressive.

His eyes were sore and astringent, and hot liquid was about to gush out.

Even so, Sister Lihua was still speaking for the young master before, hoping that I would like the young master-does she know the truth of all this?Is she really looking after me?

Or, can I really still believe it?

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the kitchen utensils next to me. I took a fruit knife without thinking about it. I held the rough and uneven handle in my hand, but I felt a wonderful sense of peace of mind.

Haha, I would actually come to this step, and need such a dangerous thing to make myself feel at ease.I don't have a nightmare around me, I don't have Loki, and I don't have the help of people in the alliance. I have nothing, and I am just an ordinary human being. What can I do?

"What are you doing with the fruit knife?" The young master's voice sounded behind me, and I almost couldn't restrain the urge to throw the fruit knife towards him. In the end, I gritted my teeth, turned around and forced a smile, "I'm planning to peel an apple." Come eat, do you want to eat, Master?"

The young master came over, pressed my wrist lightly, took the fruit knife away, and said in a flat tone, "I'll do it, you don't need to do this kind of thing." He took an apple and started to peel it.

Seeing the shiny blade flying between the young master's fingers, I suddenly wanted to vomit.

It was like this before, it cut my throat so easily, but now such hands are helping me peel apples, I don't know whether to feel ironic or sad.

"...I want to kill you." I murmured.

The young master raised his eyes and looked at me strangely, but then his eyes softened, he put down the fruit knife, and put his palm on the top of my head: "Are you still suffering from nightmares?"

I stared at him without blinking: "Yes, that's a nightmare you never imagined."

The young master's hand froze, and then he took the fruit knife again, put it in my hand, and then pointed to the position of his heart: "It's right here, just stick it in."

His expression was too calm, and it didn't look like he was joking.

I suddenly felt that the fruit knife in my hand was so heavy that I couldn't hold it, so I let it fall to the ground with my fingertips, and then quickly covered my eyes with the back of my right hand, and said with a wry smile, "What am I doing..."

The person in front of me is not the young master who killed me at all, but another young master who got along well with "Yakaki-san" in the dream. I would have murderous thoughts about him. What if I face the real young master?

And the young master in front of me didn't resist me, so it was possible to succeed. If it were a real young master, I'm afraid he would have been killed again before I could do it, right?Just plain stupid.

The young master grabbed my right wrist and pulled it away. I had to look directly at him, and then I saw him showing a shallow smile, but what he said was very strange: "Since he killed you, then you go and kill him!" drop it."

...Is it my ears that are abnormal or the young master's brain is abnormal?

The young master just hugged me and whispered in my ear: "From now on, you must remember that you can't kill me at all with your strength. If you really want to take revenge on me, then you have to do this."

"First of all, you have to become strong enough, ordinary people can't beat me."

"Secondly, you must find a helper. Fighting alone is not as good as a large number of people."

"Finally, you must...not show any affection for me."

It makes sense, but it doesn't matter if you tell me how to deal with "you"!

I stared at him with wide eyes, then scratched my cheek: "Then, thank you."

"Do you still want to kill me now?" The young master let go of me, then bent down to pick up the fruit knife on the ground.

Of course you have to shake your head at this time: "No, I don't want to anymore."

The young master handed the fruit knife under the faucet, rinsed it, put it back in place, and then said: "There is a waka in "The Tale of Ise" that goes like this--'Although a person is hateful, he will never forget it, half of kindness and half of hatred.' Are you sure it's here? At that time, can you really kill him?"

I thought for a while, and said frankly: "Maybe I will stop at the last moment, or I will not kill him. After all, I have never killed anyone, and I don't want to add guilt to myself. He is indeed kind to me, but he Since you have already killed me once, whether it is kindness or hatred, it has already been offset when you killed me, isn't it?"

"Then you'd better kill him." The young master lowered his eyes and looked at the apple that had been peeled in his palm, seemingly carelessly, "because for him, feelings have never been canceled."

"Are you trying to say that he will continue to like me?" Occasionally, I laughed when I reacted quickly, "But why does he think that a person he has killed will like him?"

The young master was silent for a while, didn't speak, just laughed softly: "That's right."

He took my hand and said, "Then go find someone who treats you better, who won't kill you, hurt you, or put you in danger... as long as you are happy. "

I always feel that it is extremely long-winded, almost like explaining the funeral.

...Wait, explain the funeral?

The young master looked up at me, smiling like a child.

"This is the second meeting and the last meeting. Please be happy. You cried like that for me, but I still didn't make it to the ambulance. Let that person replace me and let you meet Now that this kind of thing happened, and I can only watch you through him all the time, I can't help you much."

"I really like you, but I can't do anything. Now I can only tell you what to do in this way, and I don't know whether this way is correct, and I can't see the end."

He took my face and kissed it again, tender and cold.

"Would you like me if I was just me?"

The surrounding scene suddenly looked like shattered glass, which turned into dots of light sand in the shattering, and the young master standing in front of me also became unreal, and his figure turned into a child.

"Go call an ambulance."

"Don't cry, nothing will happen."

"If it's okay, let's be friends."

"Well, it's agreed."

The memory that had been buried for a long time gradually came to life. I looked at the child with short silver hair in front of me. I was silent for a while, and shook my head with a smile: "It's agreed, we will be friends."

The boy also smiled: "Well, we agreed to be friends."

"Even in a dream, you shouldn't kiss casually."

"I didn't do the first kiss, only the second."

"That means the young master also entered this dream? What a coincidence."

"Because he wants to see you, and I want to—for the last time."

"I haven't settled the account with you yet, the account of the kiss."

"But I'm leaving now, and I can't pay the bill."

"Then wait until the next life, don't forget."

"Well, let's make an agreement, and I will return it to you in the next life."

"Okay, it's a deal."

"It's a word."

When I opened my eyes, I saw the ceiling of Brother Pao's house. I sat up suddenly, hugged Loki, who was still a child, and burst into tears, regardless of the nightmare's anxious inquiries.

I don't know anything at all, and I always live ignorantly. I know that the young master came from time travel, and I never thought about the original owner of that body - obviously that is my real young master.

But he knows that even if he can only see me in a dream, he still wants to help me.He didn't blame me, he still wanted to be friends with me, and he still liked me.

When I don't know, there is always someone watching me and guarding me.

"I want to live, live well..." I choked up and cried.

"What's wrong?" Loki patted my back helplessly, "Why are you acting like a child?"

"It would be great if it was really a child..." Back then, I would have called an ambulance immediately, rescued him, and then became friends with him-this is never possible.