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

"You're here. Are you in a hurry? Tokyo Tower isn't that great."

If it weren't for the fact that Tokyo couples have a habit of visiting Tokyo Tower, I wouldn't have any interest in Chiyoda at all.

"No, I want to show off."

"show off?"

Upon entering, Chiyo felt her waist being gripped by a huge hand, and the owner of the hand looked at her triumphantly, his eyes burning with the coldness of winter.

"Chiyo likes me! I'm so proud! I like Chiyo too!"

A tremendous roar erupted from under the umbrella, stirring up the quiet street.

Cats, dogs, and birds—animals that had chosen to hide and rest because of the cold—were startled and scattered, causing chunks of snow to fall.

Seeing Chiyo's blank expression, seemingly unaware of what was happening, Shiraishi Sawa shouted loudly to the surroundings, then grabbed the girl beside him, huddled under the umbrella, and quickly walked towards the parking space.

"Hurry up, we're disturbing the peace."

He even managed to shout during a break.

It was not yet ten o'clock, and it was still Saturday, not a time when most people would be sleeping. However, curiosity is something everyone has. The windows of the residential buildings on both sides gradually opened, and men and women of different ages looked around curiously, searching for the source of the sound.

But since it's still a disturbance, some people are still complaining.

"I was just about to finish, and you yelled at me and almost killed me..."

"Who is it? They're sleeping."

.....

"Are you crazy?!" Chiyo Ichigo, regaining her senses, controlled her expression, trying not to laugh, and cursed.

"Alright, quickly hide under the umbrella and don't let anyone see your face, otherwise I'll ruin the family's reputation, and your dad will have another reason to kill me. Run!"

However, Shiraishi Sawa's smug expression hadn't faded, and he shouted again, "I'm so proud of myself, Chiyo likes me!"

"Then don't pronounce my full name!" the girl laughed and scolded, "You've already lost all face!"

"Huh? I forgot! Let's run!"

He took her hand, building a bridge of warmth between them, and this time they started running.

He wasn't looking at himself; with a smug smile, he ran and continued shouting to both sides, looking incredibly stupid.

Upon entering Chiyo's room, he felt as if he had returned to the day when he thought his bodyguard had ulterior motives and thus led him to escape.

The extra umbrella was extended backward to avoid getting wet from any snowflakes.

"Hey~" Chiyo couldn't believe that such a sweet voice was coming from her own mouth. "I'm wearing high heels, I can't run anymore."

“You’re such a busybody,” he turned around and glared at himself—it would have looked even more like it if he hadn’t been smiling. He squatted down and urged, “Hurry up, hurry up, the Metropolitan Police Department won’t believe my nonsense.”

I took off my high heels, wrapped my arms around his neck, took the umbrella from his hand, and felt his huge hands as I hugged my thighs. The journey was very bumpy.

Chiyo didn't want to think too much about the direction she was heading, but a voice in her heart told her, directly overwhelming her mind: No matter where you are, there's no problem, you will eventually reach the right path to happiness.

"Why are you still holding that high heel in your hand when we enter the mulberry grove? The heel kept poking my face when we were running just now," Shiraishi Zexiu asked with a smile.

The words from her memory overlapped with reality, and Chiyo looked at Shiraishi Sawa's smiling profile.

“These shoes cost 2.8 million yen,” Chiyo Ichiryu said.

"What? This is outrageous! It's a hundred times more expensive than the previous pair. Well, this time it's worth it."

--

"Great, no ticket. Saved you money, fox."

He ran to the car, put down Chiyo Ichiriki, drove around it, and found no ticket. He nodded in satisfaction and said...

"Look at you, so pathetic." Chiyo crossed her arms, sighed, and sighed helplessly.

He then reached out and rubbed her beautiful face, and couldn't help but laugh for a long time on her back, his face becoming a little stiff.

"Sigh, Chiyo, you don't know the value of money when you're not in charge of the household. What am I going to do after I marry you?" Shiraishi Sawa took out the key, and with two 'der der' sounds, the car unlocked in response to the button he pressed.

What should I do after marrying her? This is definitely a problem that only I have to worry about.

Thinking this through, Shiraishi Sawa opened the passenger seat and let Ichiyo Chiyo get in.

"Shall we go to Tokyo Tower now? Or should we go to the tallest building, Tokyo Skytree?"

"I just contacted Tokyo Tower. Are you going to Tokyo Skytree?" Chiyo asked, fastening her seatbelt and taking out her phone to confirm.

It seemed that Shiraishi Sawa was going to the Tokyo Skytree, so she would contact them again.

"No, no," Shiraishizawa Hide started the car and waved his hand with a smile, "Just kidding. The two countries are too far apart, and it would be troublesome to take you home. No need to change it, just Tokyo Tower it is."

"Miss Navigator, are you still going to give directions? If not, I'll just use the built-in navigation."

"Go ahead, I'll keep an eye on you to make sure you don't get lost." Chiyo pulled the boat off the train, leaned back lazily, and let her long hair fly.

If Hideaki Shiraishi were a painter or photographer, he would definitely have captured this moment.

"Fox, even Daji would have to admit defeat in your presence." But he was just Shiraishi Zexiu, so he could only offer praise.

"Shut up and drive properly."

"No, just because you're beautiful doesn't mean I can't say more. I'm just praising you, what right do you have to tell me what to do? Fox, you truly have skin as white as ice and snow, a beauty that could rival the most beautiful women in the world, a face that could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky, a beauty that could shame the moon and put flowers to shame..."

Chiyo looked at the naive Shiraishi Sawa with amusement and nodded vigorously:

"Then keep praising it until you drive all the way to Tokyo Tower. Don't stop or let me hear you repeat it, or I'll scratch the car with my key and won't pay you back."

"You think my ability to be the first...third in the entire school is a joke? You think you can test my vocabulary? Just you wait."

"With a refined and gentle nature, bright eyes and white teeth, and a beautiful and delicate face..."

The starlight and moonlight escorted the car away. They would return to the bustling skyscrapers of Tokyo, where Chiyo would listen attentively to the music of nature and the praise of the man beside her.

--

Shiraishi Sawa gradually regretted speaking too fast at the beginning, because he was about to be drained dry.

"Without you, there would be no future for my art. If I had to choose between you and art, I would gladly give up art."

I only saw this writer's love quote today, but I have to use it now.

His tone was drawn out, and sensing Chiyo's increasingly mocking gaze, Shiraishi Sawah twitched the corner of his mouth and continued racking his brains.

Fortunately, we're almost there. The colorful lights on the buildings and trees, the streetlights... the bright neon lights fill the entire Roppongi area, filling every nook and cranny.

Christmas activities are also being held here, so even though it's almost 11 o'clock, there's still a constant flow of people and vehicles.

"No way, there's a traffic jam too? This is ridiculous." Shiraishi Zexiu let go of the steering wheel and slumped back in his seat as if deflated.

"Don't stop, baby dog, keep going."

"I can't take it anymore, my body can't take it, you've drained me dry."

Not minding Shiraishi Sawa's lewd remarks, Chiyo raised an eyebrow and said, "A man can't say no."

"I'm a boy, don't try to control me by being a man."

"So that's how it is. The 18-year-old Shiraishi Sawa was a fake?" Chiyo nodded in agreement, then pulled out Shiraishi Sawa's driver's license and asked.

"Yes."

"Then you shouldn't think about anything lewd this year."

"Actually, I'm already eighteen years old." Shiraishi Sawa straightened up, patted his chest muscles, and said.

"Pfft~" Even though he had anticipated this reaction, his sudden rise in pitch and chest-patting gesture were still quite amusing.

"Then keep praising."

"I really don't have a single drop left." These words were written in Shiraishi Sawa's eyes as he looked at Ichiyo.

"I don't care." That's what Chiyo's eyes told him.

“Chiyo, wait a minute…” Shiraishi Sawa pointed out the window to the Tokyo Tower’s spire, glowing with an orange-yellow light, standing tall amidst the skyscrapers.

"what happened?"

"We've already seen Tokyo Tower, so we've arrived. I've covered up my lie from earlier," Shiraishi Sawa said confidently.

"Whatever." Amused, Chiyo raised her fingers up and down, then looked at Shiraishi Sawah who nodded with satisfaction and chuckled softly.

It was just a joke between the two of them; he just wanted to tease him.

Traffic continued to flow, and after nearly ten more minutes, Hideki Shiraishizawa finally parked his car in a parking lot near Tokyo Tower.

The line of people waiting to climb the tower had already dispersed. The security guard at the entrance noticed the two people, went up to ask them questions, and then quickly let them in.

"Tokyo Tower turns off its lights after midnight, so you must leave before midnight. The shops inside are also closed now, which is something we cannot change. We ask for your understanding."

“It’s nothing, we just want to go to the observation deck to see the scenery, we’ll be down soon.” Since Chiyo didn’t speak, Shiraishi Sawa said.

With no other guests around, Shiraishizawa Hide and Ichiyo Ichiri took the elevator, which was made of glass on all four sides. The orange steel bars of the Eiffel Tower divided the entire city of Tokyo into countless pieces.

Without exception, they are all brightly lit, turning night into day, with ever-changing, colorful neon lights, forming a river of lights, with the flow of traffic forming its veins.

The two stood shoulder to shoulder, admiring the breathtaking scenery.

Shiraishi Zexiu opened and closed his hands hesitantly, then tentatively reached out, only to grasp her fingers.

The courage and ease I felt when running with her earlier slowly dissipated as the elevator ascended.

On the contrary, Chiyo, upon sensing this action, raised her hand—the hand of Shiraishi Sawa—in front of the two of them.

"That's it?"

"My conscience has suddenly returned," Shiraishi Sawa said sullenly.

"Hold on tight." Chiyo said softly, without looking at him.

Two words, yet they seemed like a tiny signal. It was really small, but Shiraishi Sawa was overjoyed because of it, though he didn't show it.

He released her hand and, before she could turn her head in confusion, walked behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, rested his chin on her shoulder, took a deep breath, and smelled the fragrance emanating from her hair and body.

"Aren't you pushing your luck a bit?" Chiyo asked with a cold snort.

"Yes. But the one I want to hold is still you."

Chiyo symbolically pushed him with her hand, but he didn't budge; in fact, she hugged him even tighter.

That's fine then. Relaxing, she nestled comfortably in his arms.