My daily life in love is too contrary to my character.

Shiraishi Sawa adjusted the waistband of his jeans, only to find that loosening it by one notch was too loose, while keeping it as it was was too tight.

"You need to lose weight, baby. I'll hate you if you get too fat," Chiyo Ichiriki said, noticing this.

Shiraishi Sawa bent down to look at Ichiyo's belly, and upon seeing this, she cooperated by pulling her sweater back to outline the smooth curves in the front.

A slender waist, a flat and neat abdomen, and a heavy, round, and adorable thing above.

"Mind your image, Fox-san."

Shiraishi Sawa grabbed Chiyo's clothes and pulled them out again, hiding all the beauty beneath the oversized sweater once more.

"Baby dog!" Chiyo sighed. "You can talk all you want, but are you going to pull my underwear out of my pants? Come here."

Chiyo pulled Shiraishi Sawa to a corner of a room and made him stand in front of her, their posture resembling a wall slam.

"Please block my view properly, I'm pulling out my clothes."

Chiyo pulled Shiraishi Sawah closer, so close that there was only enough space between them for her to hold one hand. Shiraishi Sawah watched quietly as she lifted her sweater and pulled out the lining that was half-covered.

Her smooth, fair abdomen and adorable belly button appeared briefly before being quickly covered by the lining.

After putting the sweater down again, Chiyo casually pulled Shiraishi Sawa's shirt out of the gap in his pants and left the corner with satisfaction.

"Hey—, so stingy, retaliating like this."

Shiraishi Sawah exclaimed helplessly, then met Ichiyo Ichiro's innocent yet smug gaze.

Shaking his head, since his stomach was still full anyway, Shiraishi Sawah simply pulled out all his shirts and hung them outside.

Walking along the river in the inner garden, Shiraishi Zexiu looked at the plump goldfish inside, which looked like they were well-fed. When they swung their tails, they created ripples on the water.

"I should have used the bread I just had to feed them."

Chiyo, standing on the shore without leaning against the railing, was also watching and said upon hearing this:

Feeding is prohibited here.

"My hand slipped, and the bread fell down by itself."

"Littering will result in a fine of 3,000 yen."

"But it was an accident, my hand slipped."

Do you think the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department will believe your nonsense?

"Wait, did you steal my words?" Shiraishi Sawa looked at Ichiyo with suspicion.

“Now it’s mine.” Chiyo picked up a broken leaf from the ground and gently tossed it onto the water.

The light, fluttering leaves swayed for a while before silently falling onto the river. Several goldfish circled around them, but dispersed after realizing they were fallen leaves. The leaves gradually drifted away into the distance with the river.

"Littering incurs a fine of 3,000 yen, but if you secretly give it to me, the fine will only be 1,500 yen."

"It's the wind that's blowing; it has nothing to do with me."

"Your hair isn't moving at all right now, do you think the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department will believe your nonsense?"

“They probably don’t believe it, but they do believe the Ichiri family’s nonsense.” Ichiri Chiyo looked at him, smiled serenely, and tilted her head slightly with a smug look. Her silky black hair cascaded down with her movement.

For at least a moment, the world was quiet; the noise from the inner and outer gardens did not reach here.

Now their hair is moving, and a warm breeze passes through their hearts.

"Fox, you'd better watch your words and actions, or I might see you on a street lamp one day."

“You must have already hung it up there before that. It doesn’t have to be a street lamp; an old tree will do.”

“Once you cut into a mulberry tree, it’s black too,” Shiraishi Zexiu said casually, leaning against the railing.

"It seems so."

After looking at the small river whose name Shiraishi Sawa hadn't remembered, the two continued walking towards the awards ceremony, stopping and starting along the way.

--

"Shiraishi-kun, it's been a long time. Come sit with us in the front later, the awards ceremony is about to begin."

Avoiding the large crowds, Shiraishizawa followed Ichiryu Chiyo to the backstage of the exhibition, where they met Ichiryu Nao, who was chatting with people around her with her unchanging smile.

Even though it had only been a week, Shiraishi Sawa Hideya felt as if it had been a long time since he last met Ichinori Nao.

"Good afternoon, Auntie."

"Excuse me, everyone, I'll have to leave for a moment." After the two approached, Ichijin Nao bid farewell to the people chatting around her and walked to the two people's side.

"Phew~ I'm so tired, Chiyo. It's all your fault. You said you'd pick up Shiraishi, but you've been doing it since this morning until 1:20. I'm going crazy from entertaining all those people."

Nao rubbed her face. She didn't know how old she was, but her skin was still as soft as a baby's. Her unchanging fake smile disappeared from her face as she rubbed it.

However, what followed was that when Nao looked at him, that familiar smiling face was not as good as the fake smile from before.

"Because we got lost on the way."

"If it were just Shiraishi-kun, Mom could barely believe this excuse."

Why is it that even Ichiriki Nao knows that she has no sense of direction?

Stay calm. Don't let the provocation of two women make you waste your precious [Designated S-Rank Skill Mastery Card] on finding your way.

"Follow me, I'll take you to the designated location." Nao Ichiryu led the way.

"Your mom doesn't know about the status update you posted?" Shiraishi Zexiu asked Ichiyo as he walked behind.

"If my parents knew, I wouldn't be sure if things would still be the same. I've blocked them." Chiyo looked at Shiraishi Sawah and said, her voice slightly cold.

"A wise move." Shiraishi Sawah nodded. He couldn't quite figure out Nao when she was in the game, but when it came to Yumi, his actions were most likely to result in him being torn to pieces.

"This is also one of the rules I set for myself. Be careful I don't break them." A light, rapid breath escaped through Chiyo's small, delicate nose.

"Chiyo, what do you think of Mom sitting in the middle?" The chairs were located in the front row of the hall, and each seat had its owner's name on it.

Once you enter Chiyo, once you enter Nao, your name is torn apart.

Shiraishi Sawa silently apologized to this unknown owner.

“Mother, I’m worried about you sitting in the middle.” Chiyo Ichiryu said and then sat down in Nao Ichiryu’s seat.

Shiraishi Sawa and Ichiri Nao sat on either side of her.

Shiraishi Sawa turned to look behind him. The seats without names were almost all full, and there was a large crowd of people, as well as several cameramen standing, waiting for the awards ceremony to begin.

Most of those who come to visit spontaneously are middle-aged people or elderly people who have nothing to do.

"I suspect I'm the youngest person here," Shiraishi Sawah remarked after looking around and finding no children among them.

"Shiraishi! Where do you put me, your aunt? I'm only sixteen years old," Nao Ichinori said, sticking her head out.

"I'm sorry, Auntie."

"Too much talk leads to mistakes," Shiraishi Zexiu said, taking out his phone and pretending to play with it.

"Candy Crush, is this the game you usually play?" Chiyo turned her head to look at Shiraishi Sawa's screen and said with a hint of disdain.

"Not only that, I also play games like Connect Four and Spot the Difference with Beautiful Girls."

"Show me a pretty girl and find fault with her."

"It's not showing up yet, I'll show it to you next time I have a chance."

......

Feeling Chiyo's gaze upon him, Shiraishi Sawah pressed the home button, scrolled through a few pages, and said helplessly:

"See? I told you there wasn't. Who would play such a boring game as 'spot the difference'?"

"Let me see your photo album."

"If you want to invade my privacy, show me your photo album and I'll let you see it." Shiraishi Zexiu doesn't do business at a loss; that's his business philosophy.

"Here you go." Unexpectedly, Chiyo deftly took out her phone from her pocket and tossed it into Shiraishi Sawa's arms. "Password: 1028, your birthday."

Shiraishi Sawah felt the phone suddenly become much heavier.

While I was still searching through the personalized icons of Chiyo, trying to figure out which one was the photo album, the other person's brows were already furrowed.

"Baby Dog, what kind of photos did you take?"

"What's wrong?" Shiraishi Zexiu leaned over to look at his phone.

"Besides the group photos we took and some colorful scenery, there's nothing else."

"Otherwise, what else do you want me to film?"

"Where's your selfie?"

"Why would a boy want to take selfies? I don't have the habit of holding up my phone, pouting, and making a peace sign anytime, anywhere."

When he said this, Shiraishi Sawa lowered his voice because the person in front of him was doing just that.

Chiyo leaned forward, picked up Shiraishi Sawa's phone, pointed it at him, and said:

"Hurry up, pout and make a peace sign."

"A real man..."

"100 days of gratitude".

"No need for pouting, I'll just give you a peace sign."

With a click, the expression on Shiraishi Zexiu's face in the photo was utterly speechless.

"What are these? I've never seen them before," Chiyo asked, pointing to some scenery in the photo album.

"The scenery in our village, when it snows, and if you look further back, there are other seasons too," Shiraishi Zexiu replied after glancing at the photos.

I finally found the photo album on my phone, opened it, and 'Shiraishi Sawa Hide' appeared in front of me.

In the photo, he looks at the tall buildings outside the Chiyoda Imperial Palace, his eyes unfocused.

It seems like she was secretly photographed. The scene was noisy, so it's normal that she couldn't hear the camera shutter.

Scrolling back further, you'll find Chiyo's own selfies, the most recent one being taken today.

"Fox-san, you're so vain."

Shiraishi Sawa looked at the label above, 'A total of 12631 files,' and remarked.

"My beauty deserves to be preserved."