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

"You're welcome, it's what I should do."

Shiraishi Sawa walked over, grabbed a few tissues from the table, and wiped the dust off Takanashi Yuuko's face: "Your face is so dirty, why don't you go wash it? You're so slovenly."

A few strands of the girl's hair, whether from sweat or something else, clung to her cheeks. There were also faint gray stains on her nose and forehead, adding a touch of everyday life to her otherwise outstanding appearance.

Despite the tone of complaint, Takanashi Yuuko didn't seem to care, comfortably and pleasantly basking in the other's affection. Her originally clear eyes instantly softened with a tenderness.

"Yuuko is the most efficient and skilled at housework, but Kiri and Chiyo are also very serious and trying to learn. All three of them like this little rascal in the house. Well, I really don't understand the ways of the young."

Looking at the two of them, Shiraishi Kanae finally shook her head and sighed.

Since the tissue wasn't enough to clean her face, Shiraishi Sawa went to the bathroom to get his own towel, soaked it thoroughly with still-hot water, and then used it to wipe Takanashi Yuuko's face again.

However, he then remembered that there were two other girls who were even less skilled at housework, and their condition was probably even worse than Takanashi Yuko's. After wiping them up, Shiraishi Sawa Hide took a towel and a basin of hot water and went upstairs.

Shiraishi Sawa placed the basin quietly at the doorway and approached cautiously.

Chiyo was wiping the wall beside the bed, kneeling on the bed with her body leaning forward. Her beautiful and expansive curves were enough to make anyone's heart flutter.

The setting sun's rays streamed through the window, tracing the curves of her body as they moved across her delicate form.

A gentleman takes revenge even after ten years; a petty person takes revenge in an afternoon.

He tiptoed behind her, suppressing the restless desire within him, and told himself to remain pure.

"Snapped!"

Tight, elastic, I want to do it again.

"Bai Shi Ze Xiu." The whisper from hell told him that it was basically impossible.

Shiraishi Sawa quickly walked to the door, but instead of running away, he took a towel and came back, sat on the bed, and, ignoring the girl's cold gaze, pulled her directly into his arms.

"Sweetie, wash your face first, then you can be angry." Shiraishi Zexiu's smile was crystal clear and captivating.

Under the hot towel, Chiyo's beautiful and stunning face was revealed, along with her tightly pursed red lips, like rose petals, as if to say that she was still angry about it, although the anger in her eyes had long since dissipated.

Quietly enjoying the moment, Chiyo struggled to get out of his arms when he started rubbing her face with his fingers: "I'll remember this slap."

"Hey, don't forget the time you hit me before, okay?"

"Is that so?" This blatant double standard left Shiraishi Zexiu helpless.

"Yes, it was around 2:40 pm today, I was looking for my last old..." Her mouth was covered, and she couldn't speak.

"Shut up, I said no, and that's final." The young lady's personality is showing now.

Feeling her palm being licked, Chiyo Ichiro disgustedly pulled her hand back and smeared it on Shiraishi Sawa's face.

"So now that you've slapped me, we're even!"

"Yes, you're right."

Seeing Chiyo's perfunctory nod, and her still dangerous gaze, Shiraishi Sawah sighed. It seems that besides the men's bathhouse, there's now another place where you can't bend over: in front of Chiyo.

--

"Touch me." The hot towel still couldn't shut Suga Wulian's mouth. She obediently leaned on Shiraishi Zexiu's arm, her bright eyes wide open, but her mouth stubbornly said.

“Like this, touch mine.” The girl reached out and demonstrated to Shiraishi Sawa Hide.

"It's not that I don't know how to do this, so there's no need to teach me."

"Touch mine," the tape recorder said.

This was intolerable, and Shiraishi Sawa was about to take action.

"Wait," Soga Kirei stopped her, pointing to the hot water that Shiraishi Zexiu had brought over, "Get it wet."

"President, you're not going to hang around in front of the fox later, are you?" Shiraishi Sawa asked timidly.

"No." The girl looked away; the answer was obvious.

This is tolerable, this is tolerable, Shiraishi Sawah prepared to back down.

Seeing that Shiraishi Zexiu was about to stop, Soga Kirei tilted her head slightly and said with a hint of reluctance, "Then there's no need."

Screw it.

--

"Which snack in here couldn't you find yesterday? You've been buying it for so long." Chiyo asked, sitting on the sofa waiting for the bathroom, looking at the snacks on the kotatsu.

"It's not important. It's a childhood memory that I never found in the end," Shiraishi Zexiu chuckled.

"Zexiu, Dad wants to have a drink tonight. Go to town and buy me a bottle of liquor, from Baoshan. Buy a few more if you like." Bai Shichuan poked his head out from the second-floor stairwell and said.

"I understand, I'll go buy it now." Shiraishi Sawa nodded, stood up, thought for a moment, and asked Ichiyo Ichiriki, "Fox, they'll need a while to take a bath, why don't you come with me?"

To save time, Soga Kirei and Takanashi Yuuko showered together. It's a pity I couldn't shower with them, otherwise it would have saved even more time...maybe not.

"Okay." The girl nodded.

What are you doing upstairs?

"Change your socks."

Chapter 282 Even under the moonlight, one can kneel on one knee.

The starlight was like water, the moonlight was light, and the countless stars formed a silver chain, as if flowing in the night sky. The darkness became as thick as asphalt in the silence, binding the world together.

From the surrounding farmland, you can hear the sounds of small animals stepping across the snow.

The roadside trees on both sides were also bare, and looking down from under them, the branches looked like cracks in the night sky.

The snow on the main road had clear tracks left by vehicles, exposing the road underneath, so there was no need to test it further.

The two walked side by side toward the 'town' across the road.

Neither of them spoke. They could walk like this for a hundred years without getting bored, but Shiraishi Sawa had a question he wanted to ask her.

"fox."

"What's wrong?" Chiyo asked, her head down, as she carefully brushed away the snow from the ground with great interest. She was sometimes just as childish as she was.

"Aren't you going back tomorrow? This..." Shiraishi Sawa took out the things he made in the city last night from his pocket.

"Oh, I don't really want to reply to that." Chiyo replied nonchalantly, then noticed that the other person's words had stopped because of this, so she looked up at Shiraishi Sawa, and naturally saw his hand out of the corner of her eye.

He put the things in his hands back into his pockets, and Shiraishi Zexiu awkwardly put his hands in his pockets and coughed twice.

"Huh? You don't want to go back? Are you still going back?" he asked, looking slightly confused.

"I'm not going back. I'll call my mother later and tell her. Anyway, the New Year's Eve parties are usually boring, and I'm never interested in the topics they talk about."

But Chiyo's focus wasn't on that now. She walked around to the other side of Shiraishi Sawa, and her hand unceremoniously reached into Shiraishi Sawa's pocket—as if it were her property:

"What were you trying to take out just now? Let me see."

"No!" Shiraishi Sawa took a step to the other side, creating some distance between them. He clutched his pockets tightly with both hands, but his eyes held barely suppressed joy, followed by worry.

"You're really not going back? But what about your dad?"

“My mom and I… and Beibei have made up our minds, and he can’t change them in the slightest.” Beibei is Nao Ichinori’s dog. As Chiyo Ichinori spoke, he kept his eyes on Hideaki Shiraishi’s pocket, slowly approaching, ready to pounce at any moment.

"Tell me what you're hiding in your pocket and I'll forgive you for spanking me today."

"Don't even think about it. What happened today was revenge. I don't owe you anything unless you hit me again."

“…I can consider it.” Chiyo Ichigo pinched her chin, pondered for a moment, and then answered.

Completely stumped by Shiraishi Sawa, he immediately changed his mind: "I change my mind, ten times! No, a hundred times!"

The response I got was a roll of my eyes.

"You were going to give it to me just now, but now you won't. It was a New Year's gift, right?"

"Yes." There was no point in arguing; it would be given to him sooner or later anyway, Shiraishi Sawah admitted.

"Then I've decided, I'm going home tomorrow, so if you don't give it to me now, I won't have another chance. Now you can give me the gift, right?" Chiyo tilted her head, her eyes revealing a rare playful cuteness that was exceptionally charming, and blinked at Shiraishi Sawa.

"Hmph." Shiraishi Zexiu snorted coldly, turned his head away unhappily, and started walking forward. "If you're going back tomorrow, then I won't give you this gift. I'll throw it into the river later."

The childlike behavior he displayed only amused Chiyo Ichiro.

With a few clicks of her boots on the ground, she caught up with Shiraishi Zexiu, grabbed his arm, and shook it playfully, her voice unconsciously becoming sweeter and softer:

"Just give it to me, please."

"I absolutely won't let you go back." Shiraishi Zexiu turned his head to look at her, his walking speed subconsciously slowing down. Once Chiyo's shoes were worn, they were not suitable for walking fast.

"Then you're not going back? Can you give it to me now?"

"Then you should tell your aunt now that you're not going back, otherwise I won't believe you." Shiraishi Zexiu glanced at her sideways.

Have I ever lied to you?

"Your words are just as unbelievable as me saying Shiraishi Sawa never lies." Shiraishi Sawa's eyes clearly said, 'What do you think?'

“After I say it, whether it succeeds or not, you have to show it to me now,” Chiyo Ichiro said.

“Okay,” Shiraishi Sawa nodded, then added, “and the right to a hundred spanks!”

One must never forget one's roots.

"Hmm?" Chiyo's captivating eyes narrowed as she looked at Shiraishi Sawa with a smile, the evening breeze carrying the sharp edge in her gaze as it brushed against his cheek.

"Ten times... one time! It won't back down no matter what, just one more time!"

"Tch—you have no ambition at all. If you could hold on for a hundred times longer, I would have agreed."

"I'd be a fool to believe you. Hurry up and tell your aunt." With the agreement reached, Shiraishi Zexiu subconsciously glanced at the shapely buttocks hidden under the hem of her skirt. The curves were undeniable, and the feeling of touching them during the day was a bonus!

"I'm really impressed with you." Chiyo dialed a number and held it to her ear.

Feeling Shiraishi Sawa's ear pressed against his other side, he sighed, put the phone in front of him on speakerphone, and met his approving nod.

"Hey, Chiyo? What's up? When are you coming back? I've already picked out a few outfits for the banquet tomorrow. You can take a look then; they're all just made to order."

“Mother, I won’t be attending the banquet this year. Just tell them I went out to play with other people.”

"Wait a minute, Chiyo, are you still in Tokyo?" On the other end of the phone, you could hear Nao Ichiri giving instructions to Yuki Kurosawa.

"Still in Japan."

"Ah, let me guess, it's in Aomori, Japan, right? You've been busy preparing for the New Year's Eve event these past few days, and you didn't have anyone watching you, so you went all this way. I was wondering why you were arguing with Yumi all of a sudden."