The Hikigaya couple's youthful love story is definitely not a problem.

Yukino followed behind Hachiman, watching the two siblings' heartwarming daily life with a smile. Then, she quietly squatted down and tidied up the shoes that Hachiman had carelessly kicked off and were now scattered on the ground, with the tops facing outwards. She then plopped down on the steps of the entrance hall, unzipped her boots, and gently pulled her bare feet out of the mid-calf boots.

Five glistening pearls, hidden beneath thick black stockings, wriggled playfully. The stockings, covered all morning, were inevitably soaked with sweat from the feet, evaporating into a barely perceptible white mist in the crisp autumn air.

Yukino took off her stockings and stuffed her bare feet into slippers with Mr. Pan's pattern, while also carrying Hachiman's shoes in her hand. The girl followed the two siblings inside.

On the way, she casually threw the stockings she had worn for two days into the trash can. When the girl walked into the living room, she found Komachi and Hachiman already sitting on the sofa watching TV, chatting and laughing.

Yukino placed the slippers she was holding at Hachiman's feet and stretched lazily on the sofa.

A soft, comfortable moan escaped her throat, and her not-so-full breasts became more prominent at that moment.

However, Hachiman remained indifferent to this, as such minor fluctuations were hardly enough to attract the attention of the boy in the midst of artillery fire.

Looking at Yukino Hachiman, who had no hands, he asked with some confusion, "Where's the luggage?" "Huh? You're going to make a weak woman who can't even kill a chicken carry the luggage for two people?" Yukino said, feigning surprise, her beautiful dark blue eyes full of disdain.

He was so weak he couldn't even kill a chicken.

Are you saying I'm not even as good as a chicken? After shaking off the filthy thoughts in his mind, Hachiman sadly recalled the scene of being ridden and ravaged by a girl.

Okay, I'll go get it later.

With a sigh, Hachiman had long been accustomed to submitting to the tyranny of his fiancée.

Where's Rumi? I don't see her. Yukino was very satisfied with Hachiman's answer. She looked around but didn't find the little girl who looked nine-tenths like herself. Feeling like something was missing, she asked Komachi.

Komachi smiled wryly and didn't answer. She just pointed in the direction of her room and said, "Yukino-neechan, you'll see when you go and look. She's been looking very unhappy since yesterday, and she won't talk to me no matter what I say."

"What's wrong? Are you sick?" Yukino asked, standing up with a worried look on her delicate face. As she walked toward Komachi's room, she didn't forget to talk to Hachiman.

Aren't you coming with me?

You go first, I need to use the restroom, I suddenly feel a bit urgent.

After Hachiman finished speaking, he hurriedly ran towards the wind, leaving Yukino and Komachi to look at each other helplessly. "This guy is really impossible to deal with."

Yukino rolled her eyes and went to Komachi's room by herself.

While playing on her phone in the room, Xiaoru suddenly perked up her ears, as if she had heard someone approaching. She quickly put her phone away and pretended to be full of resentment as she lay down on the bed.

"Rumi-chan, are you sick?" Yukino sat down next to the little one with concern, her tone overflowing with care and affection.

However, the little guy was a bit unhappy when he heard that the person who came was not Hachiman. He pouted slightly, feeling that all his performances during this period had been in vain.

However, Rumi, who had been exceptionally shrewd since childhood, quickly suppressed her expression, not wanting Yukino to see the unhappiness on her face.

After all, she went to so much trouble just to get close to Hachiman, and it would be a loss if it made Yukino unhappy.

"What's wrong?" Yukino asked, seeing the little one still lying on the bed ignoring her. She immediately reached out and picked her up, and once she could see Rumi's expression, Yukino instantly understood.

It seems that because she and Hachiman have been away from home for the past few days, Rumi, who has always been treated like a mistress by the two of them, has started to feel neglected.

Upon realizing this, Yukino felt a pang of guilt. After all, the purpose of her and Hachiman bringing her here was to let Rumi, who had been a left-behind child since childhood, feel the warmth of a home.

In the end, some results were indeed achieved, which made the biological parents who studied in the United States very grateful to the two of them.

After all, the parents of the child studying in the United States are engaged in business abroad for a long time. Although they provide a good material environment for the child, they can only come home once every six months or so. They completely neglect that what the young child needs most is the care from his parents.

This kind of childhood may be a major reason for the formation of the withdrawn personality of the Chinese students studying in the United States. But it is also because of this experience that the Chinese students studying in the United States usually speak and act like little adults.

It was precisely this that made Hachiman and Yukino feel particularly sorry for her. It was not something to be happy about for an elementary school student to be so intelligent; it could only mean that her childhood was not happy.

Perhaps because there are so few people like Hachiman and Yukino, the two cherish Rumi's appearance very much. It is precisely because they are well aware of the drawbacks of their own personalities in interpersonal relationships that Hachiman and Yukino want to keep Rumi by their side to improve her life and make it better for the little girl in the future. However, this care has made little Rumi completely dependent on the two. When Hachiman and Yukino don't pay enough attention to her, the little girl will always come up with various ways to attract their attention, and Hachiman and Yukino are particularly receptive to this.

So, after being left at home for three or four days, Xiaorumei resorted to her old tricks again. Seeing the expression on Yukino's face, Xiaorumei immediately looked aggrieved.

Chapter 133 Bracelet

You and Hachiman haven't called me at all these past few days. I thought you didn't want me anymore.

Xiao Liumei's expression at this moment was incredibly lifelike, perfectly capturing the bewilderment, fear, and resentment of a child who had been forgotten at home by her unscrupulous parents for several days.

She even mastered the art of intermittent sobbing perfectly. If she had received careful instruction from a young age, Japan might very well have produced an actress who swept numerous awards.

Unfortunately, this extraordinary talent was never discovered, and all of its owner's performances were merely for the purpose of being cute.

However, that's the reality: what you crave is nothing more than something others can squander at will. How many people struggling on the path they once envisioned ultimately give up because of a lack of aptitude?

With her eyes hazy, a soft moan escaping her nose, and an unnatural blush on her face, Yukino failed to notice the smug, triumphant smile on Rumi's delicate face.

Just as the mother and daughter seemed about to embark on some unusual development, Hachiman pushed open the door and walked in.

Looking blankly at the two girls, not knowing what to say, Rumi immediately noticed Hachiman who had entered and instantly abandoned Yukino.

With a struggle, he stood up on his short legs and leaped into the air. Yes! Hachiman unleashed his rocket head gun.

With a muffled groan, Hachiman nearly got headbutted to death by his goddaughter. He rolled his eyes back and fell to the ground, looking utterly dejected.

Rumi didn't care that her hands were wrapped around Hachiman's waist, and she rubbed her little face against him vigorously.

Yukino looked complicated. She felt hopeless about her daughter being so clingy to her father.

Hachiman raised his head with a wry smile, looking helplessly at Rumi lying on his chest and abdomen. Although he had prepared himself mentally, the boy still underestimated the little one's attachment to him.

Seemingly noticing Hachiman's gaze, Rumi immediately remembered her purpose. Compared to her ultimate goal, spending a little time lingering was nothing.

The little guy immediately put on a stern face and glared angrily at Hachiman.

Hachiman was immediately helpless, as the face-changing skills of the two people in front of him, one big and one small, were completely passed down from the same lineage.

Watching the superb acting skills of the second woman, Hachiman waited patiently for the little one's next move.

What, aren't you going to ask me what's wrong? Rumi looked at Hachiman in confusion, waiting for him to ask her what was wrong so she could immediately use her crying and rain tactics to achieve her goal.

Yukino sat on the bed, watching the father and daughter locked in a strange stalemate. For some reason, they just kept staring at each other, and the atmosphere in the room became unusually awkward.

After holding it in for a good ten minutes, Rumi finally gave in to Hachiman's ambiguous smile and blushed as she timidly asked, "Dad, why aren't you asking me what's wrong?"

No need to ask, look how good you look, and it seems like you've even gained weight recently.

This doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with it, so if there's anything you need to ask, it could be a psychological issue.

Rumi's tone was very aggrieved, and Hachiman could even hear a hint of a sob in her voice.

Suppressing a laugh, Hachiman, who rarely saw the little one with such an expression, decided to continue teasing her—"Mental problems should be addressed by a psychologist. I don't know anything about that, so how about I take you to see one sometime?" Hachiman said seriously, "No!" Rumi panicked immediately.

Hachiman sneered inwardly, finding the little guy's presumptuous attempt to outdo him in acting quite amusing.

Alright, stop pretending. Do you think I can't guess what you're thinking?

Hachiman, having bluntly exposed his daughter's little scheme, crawled over with a smile.

Although he complained, he was quite satisfied with Rumi's way of being affectionate. No father in the world would complain about his relationship with his daughter. Apart from the fact that she wasn't his biological daughter, which made Hachiman feel a little sad, Rumi perfectly made Hachiman experience what it's like to be a father in their daily life.

I know I haven't been paying much attention to you these past few days, but I can't help it.

This is a school trip, and you and Komachi both have classes.

Besides, even if you two don't attend class, I can't take you with me, otherwise Shizuka Heike will kill me.

Hachiman held Rumi in his arms and patiently explained to the sensible little girl.

The little girl was just being a bit temperamental because no one had played with her for several days. No matter how sensible she is, she is still just a primary school student, so this is perfectly normal.

With her head tilted back awkwardly, Rumi was very dissatisfied with Hachiman's verbal apology.

Hachiman gave a wry smile. Luckily, he had prepared in advance, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to sleep tonight; he could have spent the whole night just trying to soothe the child.

Hachiman took a square box out of his pocket and handed it to Rumi.

What is that? The little guy looked at Hachiman suspiciously, feeling that this guy had ill intentions.

Just open it and take a look.

"Wow!" Liu Mei exclaimed softly, looking at the emerald green jade bracelet and the note with writing on it in the box.

This is for my dearest and most adorable daughter, Rumi Ichitsuru.

Seeing the expression on the little guy's face, Hachiman knew he had made the right choice and smugly gloated to himself.

Don't think that people will forgive you just because of a broken bracelet.

Liu Mei stammered as she spoke, her heart already wavering.

So how can you forgive me? (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly spam/advertisement.)

You have to play with me all day long, and no one else is allowed besides the two of us.

After saying that, Xiaoliumei immediately ran away with her head down.

Because even without looking, she knew her face must be burning red.

"Tsk tsk tsk, how generous! Seeing that Rumi is still young and it's inconvenient to give her a ring, you're giving her a bracelet instead?" Yukino said to Hachiman with a jealous look on her face.

Judging by its condition, it must have been expensive. Tell me how much it cost.

...just over two million.

Hachiman shrank back, not daring to look into Yukino's eyes.

Oh, it's only a little over two million. Someone has never given me a gift worth a mere two million.

Yukino fully demonstrated what it means for a woman to be jealous and not even spare herself, no matter how much she loves her.

It's just that we didn't pick a good day. I'll make it up to you when I have the chance.

Hachiman awkwardly touched his nose and said guiltily.

"You think I'm being unreasonable?" Yukino rolled her eyes dismissively. She didn't bother with this guy and simply went out to find her cheap second daughter.

What kind of situation is this?

Having just won over one person, Hachiman found himself having offended an even more troublesome one. Helpless, he lay on his sister's bed, lamenting his miserable life.

Chapter 134 Yui's End

Hachiman was lying in bed pondering how to appease the biggest jealous person in the house when his phone, which had apparently slipped out of his hand when Rumi pounced on him, rang.

When he heard his phone ring, Hachiman instinctively reached into his pocket, but after finding nothing, he struggled to get up.

Stepping barefoot onto the cold floor, the soles of my feet touched the floor, and I couldn't help but shiver.

After standing still for a moment to adjust, she took a step forward, bent down to pick up her phone, and instinctively frowned when she saw the name Shizuka Hirae displayed on the screen.

I think this should be my break time, so why are you calling me now? If it's for help again, could you do it tomorrow? I'm really tired after traveling all morning.