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"Huh?! Does Shirakawa mean that Sasori can't come into your house?"
At this point, her sweet smile faltered, and she said with a hint of grievance.
"But you clearly said last time that Zantori could come into your house."
She did look a little aggrieved...
In her view, apart from their first meeting, she had never thought of anything that would be detrimental to Shirakawa.
Now they're actually... not letting her in, which makes her calling herself the other party's future wife rather ridiculous.
Seeing that Nemume Sanori had misunderstood his meaning, Shirakawa Shiki laughed and spoke.
“That’s not what I meant. I meant you can sleep in my bed.”
"If you're really sleepy, go to bed. Sleeping here isn't good for your health."
As he spoke, Shirakawa pointed towards his bedroom.
Sleepy Bird's eyes were fixed on him, her melodious voice soft and gentle.
"Shirakawa, are you worried about Sanori?"
Shirakawa was baffled and couldn't understand the girl's thought process at that moment.
"Um...you can think of it that way."
"In that case, Zantori understands, right? Is that too impolite?"
She lacked confidence and spoke cautiously.
"Don't worry, no one will say that about you."
“This is my home. If I say it’s okay, then it’s okay.”
Shirakawa spoke in a calm tone, with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.
Presumably, no one would refuse the offer of a beautiful girl to warm their bed.
In his view, the reason why Sato was sticking to him was simply because he was strong enough, stronger than the other party.
Judging from her attitude, she's being a little too nice to herself right now.
As for what Sanori wants before that, let her do as she pleases.
As long as Sasori is happy, unexpected joys every day will bring happiness.
"Could it be that Shirakawa has some ulterior motive or ulterior motive towards Sanori?"
The eyes of the sleepy bird, Sasori, glistened with tears, as if they were shimmering with the shape of hearts.
"Selfish motives? Ambitions? What are you thinking, Sasori?"
"Well... although if I were to say..."
Sleepy Bird watched his retreating figure as he walked into the bedroom and said softly.
"If Shirakawa has designs on Sato, then Sato will be very happy."
Shirakawa opened the wardrobe and took out the clothes he was going to wear.
Then, they walked all the way to the bathroom door.
Looking at the Nenmu Sato who had followed closely behind him without him noticing, a smile appeared on his lips.
"I need to take a shower now, it's getting late."
"Then Shirakawa, you should wash it."
The girl tilted her head, seemingly not understanding the meaning behind his words.
"What I mean is, why are you following me around like this, Sasori?"
"I'm seeing if there's anything Shirakawa can do to help Sato."
Shirakawa glanced at her, catching the peach-colored mist in her beautiful eyes.
A faint smile appeared on her lips, as if she didn't know anything.
"Help? Zantori, are you coming in with me?"
A faint blush appeared on the delicate face of the sleepy bird.
Her expression, however, was perfectly natural, and she nodded her little head slightly.
"Yes, Zantori is going to shower with you."
"You seem to have showered, right? You're even wearing your pajamas."
"What does it matter? Shirakawa has already helped Sasori so much before."
"Santori also wants to be of some help. Is that alright? I'll rub your back for you."
Looking at the lovely girl with her rosy cheeks, Shirakawa smiled and nodded.
"Alright, then I'll accept without hesitation."
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"So fast?"
A flicker of emotion crossed Namimei Sato's eyes as she followed Shirakawa Shiki directly into the bathroom.
“One by one, click!”
The sound of the bathroom door closing followed by the sound of running water.
......
An hour had passed by the time Shirakawa came out of the bathroom.
Shirakawa looked at Nemume Sanori, who seemed somewhat exhausted, as she leaned back on the sofa.
Feeling a pang of pity, I opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of matcha drink, and handed it to her.
"Here you go, because we're out of milk at home."
"So, Sanori, want some iced drinks?"
Even in the bathroom, they didn't go all the way to the end, or do anything out of line.
However, Shirakawa did not neglect any of the other things that needed to be done.
…
He is a person who is true to his own ideas and spontaneous thoughts.
If it were possible, her behavior might have been even more outrageous if Mashiro hadn't been at home.
"Bai Chuan, hee hee hee..."
Nemume Sato accepted it with both hands, a hint of shyness blooming on her cute face.
"What are you laughing at?" Shirakawa asked, puzzled.
"Is this what dating feels like? This feeling is really nice."
His eyes were fixed on Shirakawa Shiki sitting next to him.
A faint trace of longing flickered in the beautiful golden eyes of the sleepy bird.
If the person you're dating is him, someone with similarly strong abilities.
And in battle, he could overwhelm her completely, leaving her utterly helpless. She found herself happier than anything else.
Gently stroking her well-developed body, the eyes of the sleepy-eyed bird were filled with complex emotions.
Some emotions that had been forgotten in the past seem to be rekindling at this moment.
A slight, indescribable sense of unfamiliarity, mixed with an unusual feeling of extreme joy.
This feels different from the feeling of the two competing against each other.
This is simply the feeling of wanting the other person to be happy; that's the emotion of elation.
Shirakawa Shiki had no idea what Nemume Sanori was thinking at that moment, and simply smiled lightly.
"I have no idea whether this is dating or not."
"But if you say you like it, then it should be."
Whether you like it or not, you can't see it clearly or explain it clearly, but only you know it.
Suddenly, Namime Satoru giggled and reached out her small hand to grasp his drooping palm.
Then, she cupped it in both hands and placed it on her body.
"I think this is it, can you hear the rapid beating of my heart?"
"Isn't that right? This is it."
She put on an adorable, coquettish expression, her voice slightly faster than usual.
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A slightly unusual and amazing feeling came over him, and a smile appeared on Shirakawa's lips.
He subconsciously leaned back slightly and occasionally moved his palms.