Tokyo Sick Girlfriend

Chapter 127 Withering
After the meal, Shiratori Seiya watched as Shion bent down to pick up the bowls and chopsticks, and quickly stood up and pressed his fingers on her fair wrist.

A look of confusion appeared in Hojo Shione's eyes as she looked at him, and she asked softly:
"how……"

Meeting the girl's gaze, Shiratori Seiya's eyes swept over her snow-white neck, finally settling on her earlobe as he explained:

"You cooked today, Xiyin, so I'll wash the dishes."

Hojo Shione's eyes widened for a moment, her cherry lips moved slightly, and she seemed to realize what was happening before giving a helpless smile:

"Kiyoya, you... seem to have misunderstood something."

"Cooking for Kiyozai is a joyful thing for me, and I don't feel tired at all."

She paused, lowered her gaze, her eyes darkened, and she said softly:

"Just let me do it. I'm leaving soon, and I won't have the chance to do these things anymore..."

Upon hearing this, Shiratori Seiya hesitated for a moment before releasing Hojo Shione's hand.

Sitting in the chair, I silently watched her bustling around, and I couldn't help but think about how I could make her happier.

But after thinking it over, it seems that apart from marrying her, all other options are just scratching the surface.

Since a complete cure is not possible for the time being, we can only learn some Western medicine and treat the symptoms first.

To prevent Shione from doing anything irrational again, Shiratori Seiya decided to satisfy her as much as possible, taking into account Saori and Mio.

Until I was able to restart her training program...

"What are you thinking about? Why aren't you reading?"

As Shiratori Seiya was thinking, Hojo Shione wiped her slender hands with a kitchen paper towel, then leaned close to him with a smile and asked.

"No, just thinking about it casually."

To be honest, when a man and a woman are alone together, if one of them has impure feelings, the other will feel uncomfortable. The reason for this discomfort is that an atmosphere of ambiguity is spreading between them.

Setting down his book, Shiratori Seiya looked up at Hojo Shione.

Despite her exquisite makeup, a closer look under the light revealed faint dark circles around her eyes, and her once clear, bright eyes now bore a few streaks of bloodshot veins.

He moved his lips and asked:

"Xiyin, have you been taking your medicine on time lately?"

Hojo Shione paused for two seconds, seemingly surprised by his question. She pursed her lips, lowered her head, took out a small white medicine bottle from her pocket, and smiled slightly at Shiratori Seiya:

"Of course, I take my medication on time. After all, I want to be able to return to normal work as soon as possible. However, I haven't been sleeping well by myself lately..."

After a pause, she reached out and picked up the wooden box that had been placed on the table earlier.

With a 'click,' she took out two incense sticks and waved them in front of Shiratori Seiya, saying:

"So I got one for myself too, but I haven't tried it yet, so I don't know how effective it is..."

Then she added:

"Since we have some time now, let's try out this fragrance and see how it works."

"Ah."

Hearing her say that, Shiratori Seiya reached out and took the two incense sticks, then took out a lighter from the drawer and lit them.

As two red lights appeared, a pale gray dotted line floated up from the sky. Contrary to Shiratori Seiya's expectations, the two incense sticks burned extremely slowly, but the sandalwood fragrance was not faint.

The aroma is elegant, mixed with the scent of incense from the temple, and upon closer inspection, there is also a strange sweetness.

It smells really good; I bet it's not cheap.

With the calming incense lit, Hojo Shione, having nothing to do and unwilling to turn on the TV (saying she was worried about disturbing Shiratori Seiya's reading), picked up a photography book and started reading, seemingly to pass the time.

About half an hour later, only half of the incense sticks, which were about the thickness of two chopsticks, remained.

Perhaps the incense did have some effect, or perhaps it was because he had been too tired these past two days, but Shiratori Seiya found himself unable to keep his eyes open.

With a 'click,' he closed the book, rubbed his eyes, and yawned silently, feeling drowsiness wash over him like a tide.

Hearing the sudden voice, Hojo Shione lifted her eyelids, a blush rising to her fair face, her eyes filled with a misty haze. Feeling her heart pounding faster, she swallowed, licked her lips, and softly asked:

"Kiyoshi, are you sleepy?"

Hojo Shione seemed to have tried her best to make her voice sound normal, but upon closer listening, it still trembled slightly.

Shiratori Seiya didn't catch what he was hearing; he felt a warmth in his chest, but his consciousness was gradually becoming hazy, and he casually replied:

"Yeah, a little. Maybe it's because I've been too tired these past few days."

As he spoke, he stood up and walked towards the bedroom, waving to Hojo Shione as he did so:
"That's enough for today, Xiyin. You should go home and get some rest too..."

Hojo Shione bit her lip, staring longingly at his retreating figure as she replied:
"Okay, I'll head back now. See you tomorrow, Kiyoya."

"See you tomorrow."

"..."

'Clap. '

Hojo Shione stood up, turned off the lights in the room, and then walked to the door in the dark and opened it.

With a 'bang,' the door slammed shut.

She squatted down at the door, held her knees with her hands, and waited for about ten minutes before standing up and slowly walking towards Shiratori Seiya's bedroom.

An unbearable heat surged through her chest, while the cool moonlight streamed through the window, casting a blush on her skin.

With her delicate hands, she unbuttoned her skirt, and the dark gray hem fell to the ground with a barely audible rustle, exposing her fair and slender legs to the air.

Hojo Shione knelt by the bed, her fair and rosy feet dangling in mid-air.

Looking at the boy in front of her, she grabbed his hand and placed it on her face, then traced it across her neck, collarbone, and chest...

Feeling the warmth of his fingertips, her breathing grew more rapid, and hot breaths escaped from her cherry lips.

She slowly leaned down, her slender body pressing against his chest.

Her fingertips traced his eyebrows, her delicate nose gently brushed against his face, her slender fingers slipped between his, their fingers intertwined, and she felt her heart well up with tears.

The distance between the lips and teeth is no more than the thickness of an index finger.

She took a small lick, and just as she was about to kiss him, Shiratori Seiya frowned.

Seeing the other party's sudden movement, Hojo Shione's body stiffened, and she subconsciously held her breath.

However, Shiratori Seiya raised his arm and wrapped it around her slender, jade-like shoulders, seemingly murmuring something.

Hojo Shione couldn't hear him clearly at first, but when she leaned down and put her ear close to his mouth, she could hear him clearly.

"Saori..."

The boy's words were like a whip covered in thorns, lashing her heart hard. A sharp pain pierced her chest, followed by a sudden emptiness that tore her apart.

Hojo Shione immediately regained her senses, her eyes welled up with tears, and her vision blurred instantly.

Tears welled up in his eyes and fell onto his shoulder, making a soft 'patter' sound in the dim room.

At that moment, the flowers in her heart almost withered and turned to ashes.

'Buzzing!'

Suddenly, a muffled sound broke the silence between the two. Hojo Shione stiffly turned her head, her scarlet eyes coldly looking towards the head of the bed.

A look of madness appeared in her eyes as she watched Shiratori Seiya's phone light up.

Is it Saori Hasegawa? Or Mio Takahashi?
However, when she broke free from Shiratori Seiya's arm, walked over, picked up her phone, and looked at the caller ID, she immediately calmed down.

She stared at the screen for two seconds, then narrowed her long, narrow eyes.

[Caller: Suzune Hojo]

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(End of this chapter)