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

"It's been a whole day, and you're only telling me now. Well, let's say it's done now."

"You haven't agreed yet."

“Yes, yes, I’m willing. I’ve already put the ring on, what else could I not want?” Chiyo twirled the ring on her ring finger with her thumb.

“You should get a better one. Your father scolded me for giving you this ring.”

"When?"

Shiraishi Sawahide recounted the story from that class.

"Serves you right."

"Chiyo, let's get engaged, six years from now, on the day we graduate from university."

"Six years! What if we break up?"

"It's something that's impossible, so why bother thinking about it?" Shiraishi Sawa chuckled. "Besides, we're both divorced, so what if we break up? We're destined to be together again."

"That's true, but it still won't work."

"Ok?"

Upon entering, Chiyo thought of something that was giving her a headache. She sighed, shoved the coffee stirrer into Shiraishizawa Hide's mouth, and said with a hint of helplessness:

“Su told me she wanted to have a child after graduating from university, but I want the first child with the surname Baishi to be one I have. So, at the latest, I want to get married within five years of university.”

Chiyo Ichiriki bears the mission of continuing the family line of both families—Shiraishi and the Ichiriki family.

"As you wish." Shiraishi Sawa's smile widened, and he held the stirring stick in his mouth like a grass root from a Pokémon Treecko.

"Going home?" Shiraishi Sawa asked.

As dusk approached, a few scattered stars dotted the area around the moon. The vast sky was cloudless, a somber blue-gray expanse enveloping the heavens and earth.

"Go back, have some coffee, you'll be staying up late again tonight." Chiyo put down her coffee, which she had only taken a few sips of, patted Shiraishi Sawa's cheek to make him take his hand away, and said.

"Coffee has virtually no effect on me, but if you can't sleep, Baby Fox, you can chat with me anytime." Pulling out a chair to make it easier for Chiyo to get out, Shiraishi Sawa took her hand.

There was no response to that statement.

"Where should I wait for your driver?"

"Today...back to Zhongyu disciple."

Shiraishi Sawa turned around and finished the rest of his two cups of coffee in one gulp.

--

The subway wasn't very crowded at midnight, but there were no seats available, so the two of them stood together.

Shiraishi Sawa reached out and grabbed the girl's slender waist from behind, pulling her towards him. The light from inside the train barely managed to squeeze through the gap between them.

He whispered in her ear:

"Many times when we rode the subway together, I wished there were lots and lots of people so you could squeeze in next to me. Even if we kept our distance, as long as the train bumped along, I could take another step closer to you."

However, after your identity became impossible to hide, you rarely took the subway anymore.

"Then let's squeeze onto the train together more often?" Chiyo asked softly with a smile, leaning her cheek against his shoulder.

"Who would still squeeze onto the tram? I thought that way back then not because I had no reason. Now I can get close to you anywhere, so I don't need to anymore."

As if to verify this claim, Shiraishi Sawa closed the gaps in the lights completely.

Chiyo closed her eyes and grabbed the sweater around his waist, feeling the warmth of his body.

--

Two people were standing at the entrance of the apartment building.

Whether there was no one around or someone was there, they didn't care.

It was a passionate and long kiss.

However, no one would shout from their balcony that Shiraishi Sawah should be shot.

The overlapping shadows slowly separated, and the girl with a blush on her face pushed away Shiraishi Sawa, wiped her soft lips, turned her head away from him, and said:

"Alright, you can go back now."

He knew she wouldn't invite him, and she knew he knew it too.

"I just drank too much coffee, can I go upstairs to use the restroom?" the shameless man said.

"No!" The girl had barely finished speaking when the man ran straight past her and upstairs, anxiously shouting, "I can't hold it in anymore!"

"Go take care of it in the corner! Don't come to my house." Chiyo followed him with a laugh and a scolding tone.

--

After leaving the restroom, Shiraishi Sawa sat down on the sofa, next to a girl who seemed to be leaning back naturally but was actually very nervous.

"You're done using the toilet, you should go back now." Although Chiyo didn't hear any water running in the toilet at all once she entered.

Perhaps it's because Shiraishi Sawah doesn't wash his hands after using the toilet.

"My phone is dead, and I have no sense of direction, so I don't know how to get back."

"I'll call a taxi for you now."

"Taking a taxi is too expensive."

"I don't care about this amount of money."

"Your money is my money. I care about it, and you're not allowed to spend it."

"Oh."

There was a moment of silence. The television was on, but neither of them knew what was playing.

The entire room was filled with the sound of a rapidly beating heart, so loud that it was impossible to calm one's mind.

"I don't think I'm... ready yet," Chiyo suddenly said. "Why don't you go back first?"

"It's alright." Shiraishi Sawa's voice was gentle. He slowly leaned down and rested his head on Ichiyo's full and elastic thighs, finally getting the lap pillow he had been longing for. He looked up and traced the curve of her cheek with his palm.

"If I'm not ready, I won't do *that*. We'll just sleep together, hug each other, and that'll be fine. I don't know how to do anything."

“It seems unbelievable for a man to say such things,” Chiyo said, placing her hand on the back of Shiraishi Sawa’s hand, avoiding his gaze.

Occasionally, she would muster the courage to lower her head, but when she met Shiraishi Zexiu's gaze, it was as if her fingers had touched boiling water, and she would quickly recoil.

“But you know me.” Shiraishi Zexiu was telling the truth.

"it is good."

--

Two people were lying on the bed in the bedroom.

As Shiraishi Sawa said, he did nothing. He didn't even hold Chiyo Ichiri's arm properly, keeping him close to his chest.

I didn't toss and turn, but I couldn't fall asleep. I don't know if it was because of the coffee or the burning heartbeat I could hear behind me.

“When I was a child,” the girl’s voice broke the silence of the night.

"Mm," the other person replied immediately.

"I don't like rainy days, but I really like rain at night, especially when I can't sleep. It's drizzling outside the window, and every now and then a few raindrops are blown off course by the wind and hit the window with a thud."

At those times, I would usually draw back the curtains, sit on the bed, and stare outside until I fell asleep.

I caught a cold several times because I didn't cover myself with a blanket.

I'm having trouble sleeping right now; I wish it would rain.

"Simple."

Shiraishi Sawa gently kissed Chiyo's forehead as she entered the room. He jumped out of bed and drew back the curtains.

The night was quiet, the lights were soft, and the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves in the garden outside the window could be heard. Moonlight streamed in, sharing their pillow.

The screen lit up. The girl, who had always slept alone and had only shared a bed with Shiraishi Sawah for an hour today, felt very uncomfortable without him in the blankets.

The scent and temperature I long for, I want to get closer, to feel them a little warmer.

She sat up, looked at Shiraishi Zexiu who was squatting by the bedside table, and leaned over to ask:

"What are you doing?"

"I'm calling Yuko to bring in the laundry. I don't know if she's asleep yet." Shiraishi Sawa looked up, the light from the screen making his smiling face in the darkness exceptionally clear. He pointed outside: "Chiyo, it's raining."

As if receiving a command, a few raindrops slid across the window and landed on the swaying leaves in Tokyo, a city that was completely cloudless today and where rain was not expected to fall.

Shiraishi Sawa sat on the bed, pulled Ichiri Chiyo onto his lap, and then wrapped the two of them in the blanket, leaving only their heads sticking out.

"Now you can go to sleep, right?"

The rain gradually intensified, and the pattering sound echoed outside the window.

"How did you do that?" The girl asked excitedly, her eyes filled with disbelief, like an eight-year-old girl.

"I borrowed the rain from the day after my birthday last year, and I'm returning it to God today," Shiraishi Zexiu said gently, his arm around her waist.

"Do you really have superpowers?"

"really have."

Will it snow now? Hail? Typhoon? Tsunami?

"Maybe there will be a chance in the future, but I can't change the weather now. You can't make it sunny even if you want it to be."

.......

Amidst the sound of rain, Chiyo reverted to the girl she was as a child, whispering her story into Shiraishi Sawa's ear.

She felt comfortable, secure, and carefree happy.

There's nothing to be nervous about, nothing to prepare. As long as it's him, everything is fine.

Her narration of the story came to an abrupt end.

"Why did you stop talking? And then?" Shiraishi Zexiu gently patted her shoulder blades and asked.

The girl propped herself up slightly and looked at Shiraishi Zexiu.

Those sparkling eyes in the darkness held something more beautiful and splendid than the night sky.