My Romance Simulation with Them

At this moment, Nanxiang could even smell the pleasant fragrance on the other person.

If it's a typical male protagonist in a youth slice-of-life novel.

By now, he's probably blushing, stammering, not knowing what to say, and regretting his previous rash words and actions.

but--

"Hmm. Not bad."

After eating the white porridge from the porcelain spoon, Nango smiled and turned her head: "It feels like Ichichi-san is taking care of a child like a mother."

"...Do you...want more?"

Embarrassed by Nango Toki's teasing, Ichiji Nijika could barely keep her eyes open and could only try to change the subject.

She really didn't expect that.

Scenes of fragmented memories in my mind.

It was surprisingly able to reappear at this time.

A sense of shame and a strange sense of joy.

This made her somewhat flustered.

"Yes, ah—"

When he was in Nanxiang, he opened his mouth.

At this moment, Nanxiang finally understood why the simulated self particularly liked having the girls take care of him, while he himself was waited on hand and foot.

In every sense, this kind of life is indeed too comfortable.

After he had almost finished eating...

He then took the initiative to persuade Ichiki Nijika to stop, as she still wanted to continue feeding him.

"I'm almost done. Has Ijichi-san eaten? Are there any other people...? Did they come too?"

Nanxiang took a sip of the sports drink next to him, then tightened the cap while asking a question.

Besides Ijichi Nikka's belongings, the room also contained musical instruments belonging to Goto Ichiri and Kita Ikuyo.

"Yeah. Not just me, but also Kita-chan, Ryo, and Little Lonely."

The feeding is finally over.

Feeling a little reluctant, Ichiji Nijika put down her porcelain spoon and explained, "Kita-chan, Ryo, and Kotori went to the next street to buy things because Nango-san, your family's cooking ingredients are all gone."

As she spoke, she stood up and put the casserole and porcelain spoon into the sink to wash them: "We haven't eaten yet. We were planning to eat together when they came back from shopping and when Nanxiang Sang was almost awake."

She quickly finished washing the dishes and placed them on the sink to drain while she took out a fruit knife and an apple.

The bright red apple peel was being slicing off in a continuous line by the girl.

"I see."

Nanxiang nodded slightly.

Fortunately, it was Ijichi Nijika who stayed behind to take care of her.

If the person who stays behind to take care of her is Ms. Yamada.

Nanxiang Shi thought there was a high probability that this guy would finish all the gifts that everyone brought.

"I really have to trouble Ichi-san."

Standing up, Nango nodded gratefully to Ichiji Nijika.

He was indeed very grateful to Ichi Nijika.

I have a persistent high fever today.

If the other party hadn't arrived in time to take care of them, something unexpected might have really happened.

This also serves as a wake-up call for Nanxiang Shi – don't assume that a body with an exercise value of 8 is immune to illness.

He expressed his gratitude.

Then I noticed that Ichika Nijika's expression seemed a little shy.

"What's wrong? Is there something you want to say, Ijichi-san?"

“...That...Nango-san!”

Suddenly, the voice rose.

"Well, I'm here."

Nanxiang responded with a sentence.

"You can...that...can..."

"can?"

"Hiss...whoosh..."

Take a deep breath and muster your courage.

"Nango-san calls Kotori 'Ichiri,' Yamada Ryo 'Ryo,' and Kita-chan 'Ikuyo,' but they only use a respectful term for me..."

"Oh—so that's how it is."

I suddenly realized what was happening when I was in the south.

He thought it was a big deal.

Calling Ijichi Nijika "Ijichi-san" is actually a sign of his respect for this blonde girl.

After all, the other party was different from Goto Ichiri, Yamada Ryo and Kita Ikuyo. He was very steady in his work and speech, which gave people a sense of reliability.

It's likely that this respect created a slight distance between them and how others addressed them.

That's why the other person is so uncomfortable.

Thinking of this, Nanxiang Shi greeted him simply: "I understand. From now on, I'll call you Hongxia. You can call me whatever you like. Adding a respectful title just feels a bit strange."

"Ok!"

He received approval from Nanxiang.

Ichi Nijika was in a great mood.

Even her ponytail 'jumped' twice.

She was indeed the one who voluntarily stayed to take care of him.

But she also had her own selfish motives.

That is, although it may not be as close as in the fragments of memory.

But she still wanted to get a little closer to the other person.

And now...

Distance to that target...

I guess we're getting closer.

Her mood improved.

Her naturally generous and outgoing personality vanished completely at this moment.

Peel the apple, then cut it into several pieces, insert toothpicks, and place them in front of Nanxiang Shi.

Just as Ichiki Nijika was about to lean closer, she continued to say something with a grin.

Then--

"It's so cold! So cold! So cold!"

The door suddenly opened, and the uninvited guest who barged in interrupted Ichiji Nijika's next move.

A girl with short, dark blue hair exhaled white breath as she walked into the room.

But as soon as I entered this room...

Her expression changed even more drastically.

"It's so cold!"

The conditions of low-rent housing are generally poor.

With the temperature dropping sharply in Tokyo, the insulation effect was naturally only so-so.

She shuddered.

Without hesitation, she strode over with her legs encased in black stockings, ran to Nanxiang Shi's arms, and quickly sat down.

"It's so warm—"

With a satisfied sound, Ms. Yamada put her red, frozen hands into Nango Toki's pajama pocket.

The warmth that followed melted away her furrowed brows, and she shifted her position slightly, as if she wanted to snuggle into Nanxiang's arms.

"......" Nanxiang time.

"Liang! What are you doing? Shi Jun's condition has just stabilized, don't mess around."

He didn't speak before Nanxiang arrived.

Ichi Nijika took the initiative to pull Yamada-san out of Nango's arms, who was trying to shrink further into her embrace.

"Why--?"

Yamada Ryo voiced his dissatisfaction.

But after glancing at Nanxiang's expression, she reluctantly got up and sat on the bedside.

Just then, Goto Ichiri and Kita Ikuyo walked in from outside.

Feeling the temperature was almost the same as outdoors, the two of them couldn't help but shiver.

Winter has arrived.

In Nanxiang, this place really didn't seem like a place where humans could survive.

It was just as everyone was getting ready and looking for a warm place to sit down—