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

"I like you, baby fox," he said, somewhat excitedly and stammering incoherently.

Then, remembering his business, he took the Yatsuhashi box from the bag in his hand and handed it to Ichiyo:

"This is 'Yahashi no Kami'... I forgot the name, it's the Yahashi dish. I've tried it, it's really delicious. I don't know if you've tried it, but it's worth having it once more."

I bought it this afternoon. It's best eaten within twelve hours, so you should eat it quickly. It's really delicious. I ate a whole box by myself this afternoon.

It's selling incredibly well. I originally planned to queue three times, but halfway through the third time, the old man said they were sold out.

“And this,” Shiraishi Sawa took out another small bag from the bag, “Inside is a very cheap short-sleeved shirt. I went out with Suga and Kotori to buy it today. Although I think you definitely won’t want to wear it after you find out, please accept it and don’t throw it away.”

The last item in the bag was a sun hat, which Shiraishi Sawa took out and put on Ichiyo's head.

"Yes, my taste is good. Even though there's no sun now, it looks perfect. Still, you don't have to wear it, but don't throw it away."

Everything had been taken out, and Shiraishi Zexiu looked at her with a smile still on his face.

He pulled her into his arms again, his voice trembling slightly with a mixture of smiles, excitement, and guilt.

"I'm so sorry that you like me the way I am. My sins are countless, but I just like you, and I want you to like me forever and ever, and for us to be together forever and ever."

Please forgive my greed, I'm sorry, I love you, Chiyo.

The struggle lessened considerably, and Chiyo raised her head to meet his gaze. "You saw me?"

"what?"

He didn't see himself. Once she entered Chiyo's world, she was certain that she could clearly distinguish every lie he told. She could know what he was thinking just by looking at him.

For example, he wants to kiss himself right now.

"nothing."

She knew this idea and felt that she should take a step back now, but looking at the things in her hand that she hadn't seen, she was a little too lazy to move.

So Shiraishi Sawa really kissed him, not on the cheek, not on the forehead, but on his silvery-moon-like lips.

The faint resistance vanished when their fingers intertwined.

The moon quietly shifted its position, the clouds drifted from one patch of sky to another, and the wind carried a gentle frosting of sugar towards Tokyo Bay.

"You brat! Where did this scoundrel come from!" A furious shout finally separated the two. On the villa's balcony, a middle-aged man was yelling hoarsely:

"Sake Nakano! Get this bastard out of the villa at least ten kilometers away! And put up a sign prohibiting him from entering! Now! If he dares to resist, shoot him dead! Shoot him dead!"

"Don't move!" Another woman said with a smile from the balcony. "Kurosawa, you keep an eye on Nakano. If he dares to move, I'll allow you to shoot him dead."

"Yes."

"Boss, I dare not move in this situation!" Nakano Satake, who was downstairs, said upon hearing this.

"You throw me the gun, I'll shoot!" As soon as Yumi Ichiryu finished shouting, Nao Ichiryu hit him on the head. Yumi Ichiryu, the head of the household and afraid of his wife, could only grit his teeth and shut up.

Nao greeted the young men and women downstairs with a smile, "I was wondering why Chiyo was out waiting for someone so late. It really is you, Zexiu. You guys continue. Yumi and I are going back first. I'm so sorry I couldn't stop him from shouting."

Upon entering, Chiyo's cheeks were flushed from the combined effects of the kiss and shyness. She pushed away Shiraishi Sawa, snatched the bag, and returned to the villa without looking back.

"See you the day after tomorrow." Shiraishi Zexiu greeted the people upstairs with a smile, then said to Ichiyo's retreating figure.

The other party simply waved his hand dismissively, as if shooing away flies, and walked into the villa.

"Nakano, you drive this bastard to the Tokyo Bay sinkhole!" With her ear twisted, Yumi Ichiri reluctantly changed her tune, "Sigh, take him home, take him home, but you're allowed to... make sure he gets home safely! My ear's about to fall off, Nao!"

--

"Butler Yoshioka, ask Mother and Father if they want these two boxes of Yahashi. If not, just share them with the rest of the family."

Chiyo's expression returned to normal as she held up two brand-new boxes of Yahashi and spoke to the old woman in front of her.

"Okay, but this wasn't a gift from Young Master Shiraishi..."

"I do not like."

"Okay." The woman nodded, took the two boxes of Yahashi and left.

Once Chiyo returned to her room, she sat on her dressing table, using her short-sleeved shirt as a pillow, and put a Yatsuhashi coin in her mouth, chewing it again and again.

A person's stomach has a limit, let alone a beautiful young girl's, so she can't eat three boxes of Yahashi, she can only eat one box of the best ones.

The other two boxes were bought by her in Odaiba. She originally planned to give one of them to Shiraishi Sawa, but in the end, because she was in a bad mood, she didn't give them to either of them or eat them.

Looking at the sun hat hanging on the top of the clothes rack, she pursed her lips and said, "It's ugly, and you say it looks good."

Chapter 321 She wanted to know what happened that day.

"Let me open the door for you." Shiraishi Sawa, like a professional bodyguard, walked in front of Ichiyo, pushed open the glass door, and even bent down to let the two girls pass.

“Unsolicited kindness is either a sign of ulterior motives or theft.” Kuramochi Sakura, who was walking next to Chiyo and also enjoying this treatment, looked at Shiraishi Sawa with a suspicious gaze and commented.

"Whether he flatters you or not, he's a scoundrel." After entering the door and enjoying Shiraishi Sawa's service, Chiyo showed no mercy in abandoning him after using him.

“I don’t know what Shiraishi Sawa Hide did in the past to cause you to have such a big misunderstanding about him,” Shiraishi Sawa Hide said with great distress. “I just wanted to do my duty as a gentleman.”

"Then please don't help us at this time, sir. If there are any social obligations or formalities later, please take care of them."

Kuramochi Sakura sighed, tidied her appearance, and said.

“Those people are not a big problem. This is a company gathering. Given your status and position, not many people will bother you.”

"So the biggest problem is actually your parents." Shiraishi Zexiu pressed his palm against his face, twisting and deforming it to express his helplessness.

Today is March 9th, Wednesday. The project that the three of us were in charge of officially ended yesterday. Although the full results have not yet been realized, based on the previous positive feedback, it is no exaggeration to call it a great success.

The three of them are now attending a company gathering that is similar to a victory celebration banquet.

In fact, in a company of this size, such a tiny project—compared to other projects in the company—is hardly worthy of being celebrated privately.

However, given the special status of Kuramochi Sakura and Ichiryu Chiyo, no one found it strange that they held this celebration party, as Kuramochi Mika and Ichiryu's parents would be attending.

“Yes, it is very troublesome.” Chiyo looked up at him and nodded seriously, but seemed to be talking about something else.

"Please don't let my mother and Chiyo's mother notice me, Shiraishi-kun," Kuramochi Sakura said sincerely.

“I was actually a little worried that once I went in, Nakano Satake would come out from the doorway, hold a gun to my head, and say, ‘Sorry, Shiraishi-kun, I was ordered to do this.’”

"You got blood splattered on me, so stay away from me when you come in later." Chiyo frowned and took two steps back.

"You're wearing black today, so what's wrong with a little splash? Don't be so petty. Kuramochi is much better; he's willing to live and die with me."

"I just didn't take as many steps back as Chiyo, so it looks like I didn't retreat at all. Don't flatter yourself. I'm dressed in white, and I'm even more afraid of blood." Kuramochi Sakura said, looking at him with eyes that seemed to care for a mentally challenged person.

“Heartless women…you can open this door yourselves, I’m not going to fawn over you.” As he walked to the entrance of the banquet hall, Shiraishi Zexiu’s playful expression vanished, replaced by an air of authority and dignified presence. He straightened the buttons on his suit jacket.

"Can't you use your brain for once?" Chiyo sighed and pulled Shiraishi Sawah aside before he walked in.

"What's wrong."

"You only straighten the front of your collar? The back is practically flying off." That impatient look was especially charming when Chiyo pulled it off.

Her slender, white hands adjusted her collar, her fingertips occasionally brushing against Shiraishi Zexiu's neck and hair, cool and refreshing.

She then continued to scrutinize Shiraishi Sawa, looking for areas that might be lacking.

The front buttons weren't fastened properly, and Chiyo became even more impatient as she stepped forward to fix them, standing slightly on tiptoe until the two were only a tiny bit apart.

The expression he had just managed to suppress crumbled instantly when he saw the contrast between the impatience in her eyes and the meticulousness in her movements up close, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up.

Kuramochi Sakura watched numbly from the side.

You two can do this, but could you please stop blocking the door and making me watch you from the outside? Oh well, I'm used to it. Kuramochi Sakura took out her phone to pass the time.

Chiyo's hand, which was buttoning her clothes, suddenly stopped, because she remembered that Shiraishi Sawa had just turned around and the buttons were fastened. When she arrived at noon, there was nothing wrong with her collar.

She smiled and looked up, then pulled Shiraishi Zexiu's tie all the way down.

"I can't breathe! I can't breathe!"

"on purpose?"

"No, I really can't breathe right now, I'm not faking it, let go." Shiraishi Zexiu fiddled with the tie that was tightly wrapped around his neck, giving an irrelevant answer.

He wasn't even gripping the tie properly; Shiraishi Sawa could easily pull it off. Okay, he's still pretending. This man is a born actor.

"You know what I mean."

"What? How am I supposed to know what you're thinking?" Shiraishi Sawa looked at Ichiyo with a troubled expression. "You're not thinking things like 'I'll never help him tidy up next time' or 'Next time I'll put a label like 'I'm a pig' on his back,' are you?"

“Of course not.” Chiyo said, turning her head with a strange expression.

"Your collar is turned up." Shiraishi Sawa gently reached out to straighten Chiyo's collarless dress, but his hand was pushed away half a second later, leaving him only to click his tongue in regret.

"Why don't you just say your skirt is up or your underwear is up?" Chiyo was already smiling so hard her eyes were squinting, and a beauty mark at the corner of her eye was particularly noticeable.

"Underwear isn't appropriate, is it? Who would say that? That's perverted. I'm just a guy. Skirts are fine, how come I didn't think of that? Chiyo, your skirt is up, let me help you straighten it."

The two were standing very close. Just as Shiraishi Sawa finished speaking, a girl's smooth leg bent, and the direction her knee was pointing was very dangerous.

"Pfft~" The laughter drew their attention. Kuramochi Sakura, who was looking at her phone and chuckling, looked up at them when she noticed their gaze. "Ah, are you finished? Can we come in now?"

Then the girl saw Chiyo's knee, the direction it was pointing, and Shiraishi Sawa's hand. A light red color began to spread. She turned her head away. "You guys continue. I won't disturb you."

"Chiyo, you can exert more effort; consider it as ridding the people of a scourge."

"Hurry up, the people inside are getting impatient." Shiraishi Zexiu reached down and covered the hem of his clothes to wipe away the dust, speaking with a serious expression.

“Next time, your knees won’t stay in mid-air.” Chiyo raised an eyebrow, her voice extremely pleasant but somewhat chilling—the person who felt chilled was Shiraishi Sawa Hide.

--

Very good. There's no Nakano Satake, no gun violence, and peace and tranquility all here.

There was someone whose gaze was like a knife, eager to devour him alive. Shiraishi Sawa knew who that person was without even looking.

Why is this man so petty and vengeful, just like me?

Since that day, Yumi has been constantly tripping himself up, partly because Shiraishi Sawah has displayed his extremely exaggerated 'talent'.

Various documents and personnel unrelated to their project would occasionally visit Shiraishi Sawa Hide—on the orders of the 'president', to come and consult.

It was incredibly painful, but things improved after I told Nao Ichijin about it.

So Shiraishi Sawa Hide walked straight to where Ichiri Nao was and greeted her:

"Good afternoon, Auntie Yiru."

"Good afternoon, Shiraishi-kun. Why haven't you come to our house for the past ten days? You really don't need to be afraid of Yumi. He's just a paper tiger."