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

In the end, the two decided to have a simple bowl of ramen.

Shiraishi Zexiu fed her a mouthful of his extra-spicy ramen broth, and her delicate little tongue seemed to be stimulated and stuck out. Soga Kirei quickly drank a big mouthful of her own clear broth.

"It's so spicy!"

“I can eat even spicier food,” Shiraishi Sawa said with a smile as he asked Master Xiang for a bowl of cold water and placed it in front of Soga Kirei.

Finally relieved of the spiciness, the girl lay on the table, glanced at her phone, and said to Shiraishi Sawa:

"How about we go check out the Meguro River this afternoon, then have dinner at a conveyor belt sushi restaurant there, and then go see the lantern festival downstream tonight?"

"No problem, I'll do whatever you say." Shiraishi Zexiu nodded with a smile, speaking sincerely.

"Then let's go home after lunch." Seeing Shiraishi Zexiu nod, Soga Kirei changed her mind and said.

"why?"

"You still have classes to attend over there, right? I've overheard you talking about it," Suwo Wulian said softly, yawning as she spoke.

"I've already told her I won't go today, I'll go tomorrow. You have to trust my learning ability, missing one day of class won't be a big problem. I'll listen to you for the whole day!"

After slurping up a mouthful of noodles, Shiraishi Zexiu leaned over her, chewing as he looked into her eyes.

"Then let's go home after lunch," Soga Kirei insisted.

Shiraishi Sawa reached out and pressed his hand against Soga Kiriren's forehead, then touched his own:

"I don't have a fever, so what's wrong? Am I not liked?"

Soga Kirei pouted, looked around, stood up, and whispered in Shiraishi Sawa's ear, a blush creeping across her fair face:

"I know you originally planned to just stay with me, but... I have no strength left in my legs, I can't walk anymore."

Before Shiraishi Sawa could start laughing, Soga Kiriren pinched the flesh on his waist, successfully stopping the laughter.

"And I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep." After thinking for a moment, Soga Kirei added, "The kind of sleep where you're not next to me."

"See, you still dislike me after all," Shiraishi Zexiu said with a pained expression. However, seeing that Soga Kirei was about to pout again, Shiraishi Zexiu smiled and nodded.

"Okay, I'll take you home after lunch. I'll go straight to class later."

"Ok!"

Chapter 310 Irises in the Flowerbed

"Baby dog, what serious illness have you caught?"

Through thin eyelids, the faint glimmer of dawn was blocked by the sweeping shadows. A charming yet refined voice, tinged with early morning drowsiness and anger, questioned from above.

Shiraishi Zexiu, who was sitting in the corner leaning against the wall, opened his eyes and yawned first. The weak sunlight, blocked by his bangs, left mottled marks on his face. He looked very handsome doing such a vulgar action as yawning.

“Good morning, but you lied to me—you’re late. It’s okay, if it’s you, I can forgive you. Sigh, I’m such a generous boy,” Shiraishi Zexiu said.

Chiyo wore a white off-shoulder dress, which was sexy but not revealing at all. Her prominent collarbone was only slightly exposed, and everything else was well hidden.

The tightly cinched waist accentuated the curves of her body, and she wore a white mini-skirt that didn't reach her knees. The morning breeze swept through the green belt, causing the skirt to flutter and its soft, thin texture to feel incredibly cool.

Whether it counts as formal attire or not is unknown, but since it's a company run by Ichiraku and Kuramochi, no one dares to argue with her if she says it's formal attire. Shiraishi Sawa, who was wearing a custom-made suit, decided to wear casual clothes next time.

The only drawback was that her hair was a bit messy, as if she had rushed there and hadn't had time to tidy it up.

"Class doesn't start until nine, why are you here so early?" Chiyo looked down at him, arms crossed, leaning slightly forward—otherwise, their eyes would be blocked by her prominent chest.

It's February 20th, 6:43 AM. Tokyo, where the subway starts operating as early as 4:30 AM, is already bustling with activity. But for high school students on holiday, it's a time when most of them are sleeping or preparing to sleep.

"Didn't we agree on this yesterday?" Shiraishi Sawa Hide decided not to get up and sit down. He stretched out his arms and legs, clamped his calves around the spot where Ichiyo was standing, and gently touched her shoes by swinging his legs.

He should have been leering at the towering Shiraishi Sawa, but he didn't have any worldly desires at the moment. He looked at Ichiyo, met her gaze, and smiled brightly and purely:

“I arrived at 5:37, and you arrived at 5:38. You see, you are more than an hour late.”

"I really want to kick you to death right now," Chiyo said 'gently', her eyes narrowed.

"I'd be content to see Baby Fox's exposed skin before I die, but it's better if she doesn't expose herself." Shiraishi Sawa reached out and grabbed Ichiyo's skirt, pressing it against her plump and elastic thigh.

Believe it or not, worldly desires instantly returned.

However, from his perspective, he could see the edge of his safety shorts when his skirt was blown up, so there was no risk of him exposing himself.

Under Chiyo's cold gaze, Shiraishi Sawah awkwardly withdrew his hand, which had unconsciously started to stroke again, and put it back behind his back.

"I shouldn't have come. It would have been better to leave you here to die."

At 5:38, Chiyo's phone received a message with a picture. The picture showed a handsome boy with messy hair posing with a security guard.

The boy smiled broadly and gave a thumbs-up, while the security guard, expressionless, held a cell phone with the time displayed as '5:37'.

"I'm here, how about you?"

"You're lying to me, the instant noodles you bought didn't come with a seasoning packet."

"You're lying to me. You can't insert the straw when you drink milk tea."

.......

"The mornings in Tokyo are so cold, the walls of the company are so hard, and poor Shiraishizawa Hide is all alone."

"......"

Otherwise, even if Chiyo died, she would never come to the company at this time.

"I thought you wouldn't wake up, I was just sending it to you for fun. When you woke up and started yelling at me, didn't I tell you you could go back to sleep?"

Shiraishi Sawamura scratched his slightly messy hair and blinked innocently as he spoke.

“‘Poor Shiraishi Sawa, all alone,’ and then I woke up, how could I not come over?” Chiyo waved the bag at her waist, seemingly intending to throw it at Shiraishi Sawa’s head.

"Hehe, Baby Fox is still quite kind-hearted." Shiraishi Zexiu turned around and picked up a few irises from the ground behind him. They didn't even have the usual paper wrapping for a bouquet; they were just lonely flowers and stems.

The petals, having been left on the ground for a while, had become dusty from touching the ground. Shiraishi Sawa carefully removed every speck of dirt before finally lifting the flowers from the ground and handing a few to Ichiyo.

"To comfort you for getting up early, I've prepared a flower fox for you." Shiraishi Zexiu said with a smug smile.

Looking at the five rather meager flowers, the bouquets of which were all different sizes and lengths, Chiyo took them and then asked, "Why is your comfort so half-hearted?"

"These five flowers cost 25,000 yen, which is quite valuable, isn't it?" Shiraishi Sawah said, defending the flowers. 5,000 yen per flower was an outrageous figure.

"?" Raising an eyebrow in surprise, Chiyo carefully examined the five flowers before asking, "What variety is this? Aren't these just ordinary irises? Aren't they everywhere in the flowerbeds by the roadside? Or are these of very high quality? Why are they so expensive?"

“You’re right, but not entirely.” Shiraishi Sawa shook his head smugly, his head swaying slightly as he spoke.

“When you replied to my message, it was a little after six o’clock. I looked around at the nearby flower shops, but none of them were open, so I set my sights on that one.”

Shiraishi Zexiu pointed in the distance, "Turn right ahead and walk a few dozen meters, and you'll see the flower bed by the roadside that you mentioned. These irises were picked from there."

However, I was caught by an early-rising staff member when I picked it. He gave me a severe scolding and said that I would be fined 5,000 yen for this flower.

Then I thought, wouldn't it be a bit too much to just give you one flower? So I picked four more in front of him and said, "It's 25,000 yen in total, right? How should I pay? I might not have enough cash. Do you have a POS machine?"

You have no idea what his expression was like at the time. That uncle was speechless, as if he had swallowed a fly. He hesitated for a long time, and even seemed about to make a move. I felt that he really wanted to take me to the Metropolitan Police Department or a mental hospital research center.

So, after saying all this, do you think I was sincere or not? I'm not lying or making up a story for you. This is my 'receipt' for the flowers, exactly 25,000 yen. It's a shame there wasn't a discount; even a 1,000 yen discount would have been nice..."

Shiraishi Sawah pulled the ticket out of his pocket and handed it to Ichiyo Ichiriki, his eyebrows dancing and his eyes smiling. Looking at the girl's expression, it was clear that he wanted her to praise him.

Holding flowers in one hand and a parking ticket in the other, Chiyo slowly lowered her head to look at the ground. Then, her slender, pale shoulders began to tremble, and the rise and fall of her chest was particularly noticeable.

"Don't be so touched you'll cry. It's not that bad. I'm not that good." Shiraishi Zexiu said smugly.

As soon as Chiyo entered, she covered her mouth, her body trembling as she slowly squatted down. The sobs that flowed through her fingers were the same as her laughter, and those who did not know the situation would think she was laughing.

Although she was laughing, and she was laughing so hard that tears were about to come out.

Smiles are contagious. Shiraishi Zexiu pursed his lips, his expression also carrying a smile. He walked in front of Shiraishi Zexiu and stood there. Even though it was a deserted morning and the girl was wearing full-length safety shorts, Shiraishi Zexiu still wanted to cover her up.

With nothing to do, and seeing the girl's uncontrollable laughter, Shiraishi Sawa reached out and smoothed Chiyo's somewhat messy hair.

"I'm tired of laughing." Her voice still carried a hint of laughter. Chiyo pursed her lips, stretched her aching facial muscles, and stood up to look at Shiraishi Sawa.

"Just as I expected, I knew you'd be moved to tears." Shiraishi Zexiu looked at the few tears hanging in the corners of the girl's eyes and wiped them away with his two thumbs with a 'sad' expression.

Chiyo simply smiled and watched him, not stopping him... until he took advantage of the situation and started rubbing her face forcefully.

"Take your dog hands off me."

"Your face must be sore from crying for so long. Let me rub it for you. Besides, your face is so soft, it would be a shame not to rub it." Shiraishi Zexiu withdrew his hand indignantly.

With a long sigh, Chiyo handed the flowers to the scoundrel: "Hold these for me."

"Hey, why are you still complaining about it? No matter what, its physical value and sentimental value are already there, right? I feel sorry for it." Shiraishi Zexiu put his hands behind his back and refused to take the flowers.

"Hold this for me for now. I didn't say I didn't want it. I'll definitely keep such a funny joke." Chiyo extended her hand a little further forward with a half-smile.

"I'll reluctantly accept this reason."

"Turn around."

What are you going to do?

"Turn around."

"Oh, it's only because you're a beautiful young lady that I'm not so humble. Sigh, poor Shiraishi Zexiu is so pathetic." Shiraishi Zexiu turned his head and lamented to himself.

"Humble? Since I've known you, when have you ever shown a humble attitude?" Chiyo laughed, her gentle gesture of brushing the dust off his clothes turning into a forceful slap.

"This suit is a real waste of your talent. The person who made it probably never imagined that someone who spent hundreds of thousands of yen on a custom-made suit would end up sitting in a corner outside the company looking so pathetic."

"You guys spent the hundreds of thousands; I'm just a country bumpkin." Shiraishi Zexiu didn't care at all about the suit he was wearing, but after learning Chiyo's purpose, he didn't care how hard she used her strength and enjoyed her dust-removing service.

"But isn't it a bit much that you used your knee to wipe the dust off my butt?" Shiraishi Zexiu turned to look at her helplessly.

"I'm too lazy to bend over to wipe it with my hands," Chiyo casually made up an excuse.

"You have dust on your knees, let me wipe it off for you. I'm not afraid of bending over," Shiraishi Sawa said righteously, then bent down and gently wiped... well, to be honest, it was a stroking of Chiyo's thigh.

After touching her for a long time, seeing that Ichiyo hadn't stopped him, Shiraishizawa Hide was puzzled. He chose to end the session, still feeling somewhat unsatisfied, and, meeting Ichiyo's smiling face, explained:

"I've never told you this before, but I'm actually nearsighted by 1,000 degrees, so I just wiped the wrong place."

“You have dust on your philtrum, let me wipe it off for you with my knee.” Chiyo Ichiro pointed to the philtrum of Hideki Shiraishizawa. The philtrum is the center of a person’s body.

"No!" Shiraishi Sawa, feeling a chill, quickly took a few steps back. "I'll wipe it off myself, so you don't need to trouble your knees."

Please, this will really damage it. Although I did overdo it these past few days, it will recover eventually.

"abnormal."