Tokyo Sick Girlfriend

Chapter 155 Illusions
Sharing a bed sounds incredibly blissful, but it ultimately takes time to get used to. In other words, sleeping in each other's arms before you've adjusted is still a bit uncomfortable.

It's even possible that you'll be slapped by your girlfriend while you're sleeping, and then, in your half-asleep state, you'll hear her angry voice saying, "You're pressing my hair!"

Although Shiratori Seiya didn't hear those words, he still slept somewhat uncomfortably. After all, Hojo Shione's impression of him last night was too deep, so deep that he subconsciously still felt that the two of them were sleeping together.

Feeling a warm body beside him, he instinctively reached out and put his arm around the other person's shoulder, trying to give them a sense of security.

The girl in his arms snuggled closer to him, looking like a little bird seeking shelter.

However, half-asleep and half-awake, sensing the other person's movements, Shiratori Seiya unconsciously frowned, feeling that something was not quite right, and his heart suddenly became anxious.

Something's not right.

and many more.

Shouldn't I be going home?

Who is the person I'm holding right now?

Xiyin?

impossible……

A strange sense of crisis lingered in his heart, and Shiratori Seiya suddenly opened his eyes and hurriedly looked towards his arms.

Her long, smooth, jet-black hair, her spotless oval face, the more defined lines of her shoulders and collarbones, and her chest... well, it's also noticeably... there's definitely room for improvement...

However, unlike her usual single-minded presence beside him, she was now holding her phone, swiping the screen with her thumb, her face full of seriousness; anyone who didn't know better would think she was reading a research paper.

Seemingly sensing that he had woken up, the girl in his arms tilted her head back, blinked her clear and bright eyes, and looked innocent and unaware.

Their eyes met, and Shiratori Seiya was stunned.

Saori Hasegawa has many charming qualities, but what is most impressive and captivating is her eyes. They are as clear as white feathers falling into an inky mud. You can see through these eyes her pure and transparent heart, untouched by the filth of the world.

Because they are so pure, anyone with selfish desires or dirty thoughts would feel ashamed upon seeing these eyes and dare not look at them a second time.

Shiratori Seiya did the same thing; after only two seconds of eye contact with her, he subconsciously looked away.

For a moment, his mind went blank, and he had a strange feeling of hallucination.

I can't help but wonder if I went to Xiyin's house last night and did it with her. According to my memory, I should be sleeping on the sofa right now...

He frowned, pondered for a moment, and then reached into the blanket to feel around.

But when he realized he was only wearing his underwear, his heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that last night's dream with Shion was just a dream, and I was actually with Saori? Come to think of it, I do seem to have had a dream about Shion just now...

However, he rejected the idea as soon as it came to mind.

Hasegawa Saori was wearing her white shirt and looked perfectly normal, not at all like anything had happened. And most importantly... her memories with Shione were just too vivid.

Even now, after waking up, he still feels a sense of emptiness.

But there was no time to lament about being drained by Xiyin. He propped himself up with his hands, not caring about his upper body being exposed, and looked at the girl beside him, asking:
"Saori, how...how did I get here?"

Upon hearing this, Saori Hasegawa turned off her phone, sat up, tilted her head, stared at him in confusion for a while, and slowly moved closer until their noses were almost touching.

Shiratori Seiya subconsciously wanted to tilt his head back and step back. He was a little worried that the scent of Shion still lingered on his body, but then he remembered that he had already taken care of himself during the half hour he spent at Shion's house before going home.

Thinking of this, he breathed a sigh of relief, only to hear the girl in front of him ask:
"Doesn't Kiyoya want to be with Saori?"

Meeting the girl's approaching gaze, Shiratori Seiya hesitated for a moment before saying:

"No... I mean... wasn't I sleeping on the sofa?"

"But, isn't it uncomfortable for Kiyoya to sleep on the sofa? Wouldn't it be better for him to sleep in the bed? Kiyoya looks very tired..."

Hearing her mention 'tired', Shiratori Seiya felt a little guilty and opened his mouth to say, "I...I'm not tired."

"Well……"

Saori Hasegawa pouted and casually turned on her phone, revealing the time displayed on the screen.

12:23
Seeing this, Shiratori Seiya was speechless.

I got back around four or five in the morning. I'm not sure when I went to sleep, but I slept for at least seven hours.

"Keiya can sleep so much, but Saori slept for a long time yesterday too... But it's strange, Saori forgot how she fell asleep last night. Kiyoya, do you have any clue?"

"Maybe... Saori, you're just too tired from training?"

Feeling a dryness in his throat, Shiratori Seiya cleared his throat and, forcing a smile, explained:
"Um, I chatted with Xiyin for a long time yesterday..."

"Oh."

Saori Hasegawa nodded, said nothing more, silently got out of bed, and walked to the desk in the bedroom.

Shiratori Seiya was startled, immediately spotting the wooden sword he had placed on the table. His pupils constricted, and he quickly and nervously sat down on the edge of the bed, saying:
"Saori, listen to me..."

However, he had barely uttered those words when he saw Saori pick up the water bottle...

'Clatter.'

She filled a clear glass with water, quickly walked to Shiratori Seiya's bedside, and held the glass up to him, saying:

"Keizai, your voice is hoarse, have some water?"

"..."

Seeing the concern in her eyes, Shiratori Seiya felt a pang of emotion, silently took the water, tilted his head back, and swallowed it mouthful by mouthful.

Even after Shiratori Seiya finished dressing and came out of the bathroom to wash up, Hasegawa Saori didn't ask him anything.

She had changed into the same outfit she had often worn since they first met: blue and white jeans and a white T-shirt.

It's already November, aren't they afraid of the cold...?

Shiratori Seiya frowned and muttered to himself, then looked at Saori sitting on the sofa, staring intently at her phone with wide eyes. He rarely saw Saori with such a serious expression.

This demeanor was different from her focused expression when practicing kendo. When practicing kendo, Saori's expression was indifferent, and coupled with her unparalleled aura, she was sharp and domineering. Shiratori Seiya often felt that if Saori were in ancient times, she would definitely be a general who dominated a region.

But the expression on her face now is more like the one I gave her when I tutored her in high school. She knew she couldn't learn it and lacked confidence, but she still tried her best to understand it.

Seeing the other person's expression, he couldn't help but ask with some curiosity:

"Saori, what are you looking at?"

Upon hearing this, Saori Hasegawa shifted her gaze from her phone screen to his face, waving her phone at him and saying:
"Saori is studying...psychology."

"psychology?"

Her words were unclear, so Shiratori Seiya walked over, took her phone, and when he saw the search history entries on the screen, his heart skipped a beat and his pupils contracted.

How do you make someone dream about you?

"One hundred ways to make your boyfriend dream about you."

Why does my fiancé dream about other women?

What does it mean if you keep repeating someone's name while you're sleeping?

"..."
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(End of this chapter)