How rude, we are pure love!

Really, although this girl is beautiful, has a good figure and personality, she usually lacks some charm to the opposite sex, which makes people subconsciously ignore the fact that she is a beautiful girl. But it is precisely because of this that at certain special moments, she will show an amazing charm.

"Is this the power of a sick plot..."

Listening to the rhythmic sounds in the kitchen, Qingye closed his eyes with peace of mind.

"Qingye-kun, wait a moment, it's all good!"

When Banaijian turned his head, the voice stopped abruptly.

Qingye's breathing was even, as if he had fallen asleep?

She thought about it and decided to turn off the stove since they had just started, took off her apron, and squatted down next to Qingye.

Normally in the restaurant, he always looked serious and reliable, but when they were alone, he would become more like a teenager, chatting with her and also looking down on her...

And now, she discovered a different side of Qingye.

He is a little fragile, the real him.

She reached out and lifted his bangs with as little movement as possible without waking Qingye, so that he could be more comfortable.

In fact, she knew that Qingye would not become fragile because of a low fever, and would not rely on others because of illness. If it were Qingye, he would definitely choose to overcome the difficulties alone and face others with an ordinary smile the next day, but she still couldn't help wanting to care for him and accompany him.

"Kiyano-kun is really amazing..."

She studied the boy's face carefully, and the previous scene flashed through her mind. Even in that environment, he was still positive and passionate, taking firm steps towards his goal and achieving success...

She could imagine the pressure and torment Qingye had faced before.

...If only it could have been discovered earlier.

But she should have been the first to know, right? Although she also revealed it to her elder sister...

As her mind raced, Ba Naijian thought of herself again and sighed inwardly. She simply couldn't do this.

Normally, Qingye should be the one who feels sensitive and suspicious in this interpersonal relationship, but now it seems to be the opposite, because Yanami is actually a person who does not have much self-confidence. Apart from his outstanding appearance, he has nothing else that can be called "advantages".

Qingye has already become the first in the Newcomer Award and can be called a writer, but he is a little down and out now... She feels that the other party will surpass her soon.

She gently wiped some sweat from his forehead and resisted the urge to pinch his face.

At this time, Qingye's lips moved slightly, as if he said something.

Are you talking in your sleep?

Banaijian was very interested and put his ear close to his lips.

The next second, she heard the boy's unconscious murmur.

"It smells so good..."

……Eh?

Didn't you just say that it smells after being left for a long time? Why is it now...

Banaijian slowly realized something, a hint of pink emerged from the girl's fair neck, then quickly spread to her earlobes, and her cheeks were so red that it seemed as if water could drip out.

*

I vaguely felt my lips itchy in the dream.

After drinking the medicine and sweating in a daze, Qingye felt much more relaxed. When he opened his eyes again, his vision was no longer blurry and red. Suddenly, the scene in front of him became clear, and the first thing he saw was the unfamiliar ceiling.

Ah... I seem to have been kidnapped to someone's house...

what time is it now?

The light in the room was already dim, leaving only the soft glow of the setting sun.

I slept that long?

Qingye sat up and raised his head.

But he suddenly froze.

Facing him was a warm red figure bathed in the sunset. A blue-haired girl in a skirt was curled up on the sofa, her eyes closed, her sleeping face beautiful, and her long eyelashes cast a faint reflection in the setting sun.

As if she had noticed his gaze, the girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she slowly opened her shining and swaying blue eyes.

In her eyes, she saw her own reflection.

The girl blinked and smiled faintly.

"You're finally awake, are you hungry?"

Under the gentle and quiet gaze of these blue eyes, Qingye became inexplicably nervous. He unconsciously turned his gaze away and said in a somewhat dry voice:

"Well...good morning."

"Are you confused from sleep? It's almost night time!"

Yanaijian chuckled and quickly regained her energy, jumping up from the sofa. The first thing she did when she woke up was to move closer to Qingye and put one hand on his forehead:

"Yeah, I feel much better. Let's use the thermometer to test it again. I think it's just a low-grade fever now!"

"I see……"

I subconsciously knelt down. Huh? Was I a patient facing a doctor? Or a husband who had made a mistake?

Banaijian put one hand on his waist and was about to say something else, but at this moment, a subtle gurgling sound was heard in the living room.

Qingye's eyes subconsciously fell on her belly.

The girl covered her stomach, her pretty face flushed. "I, I just had a little snack at noon! This is normal, right?"

After saying that, she went back to her room and ran back with a few more bags of snacks in her arms.

Unpack.

Holding a snack in each hand.

He looked happy and completely selfless.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Qingye's heartbeat and expression gradually calmed down, and he smiled - well, it was still the Banaijian he was familiar with!

"Oh right, I almost forgot to take Kiyono-kun's temperature."

Banaijian finally remembered what he really had to do. He stopped what he was doing awkwardly, wiped his hands with a wet wipe, and then took out a thermometer and a new cooling patch from the medicine box. It seemed that he wanted to serve him personally.

"I can do it myself..."

The conversation between the two was suddenly interrupted.

Banai didn't pay attention to the bedding under her feet and was tripped lightly. With a cry, the girl fell uncontrollably towards Qingye's position, with her hands on his pillow.

At this moment, both of them saw details that were magnified several times at the same time - his slightly red ears and cheeks, her shiny lips and trembling eyelashes, and the warm breath that hit the tip of her nose.

The overwhelmed Qingye turned his face away in shame and anger.

Explode, God of Romantic Comedy.

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ps: month, month... (

052. Marrying into the wife's family! ? [Four in One]

The comic incident was tacitly ignored by the two. Banaijian turned on the light in the living room and put the ingredients prepared at noon back into the pot as today's dinner.

"Here, be careful, it's hot." She placed the bowl of nutritious rice porridge and egg custard on the table.

"Thanks...By the way, is this what you're having for dinner?"

Qingye sat down at the table and looked at the rice porridge in the bowl of Banaijian across from him with a slightly surprised expression - this was not Banaijian's style.

"Hmm? Isn't this enough to fill you up?"

Banaijian drank a mouthful of porridge and tilted his head slightly when he heard his question.

"Ms. Hanaijian's food needs shouldn't be that low."

"That's enough! When I was little, I ate erasers and leaves to fill my stomach. I even ate instant noodles for a month straight when I was in junior high school!"

Ba Naijian puffed out his chest proudly, and his whole body seemed to be shining with holy light. Isn't this something to be proud of, hey?

Qingye didn't know what to say for a moment - he could see that Banaijian's family was not very wealthy, but it was barely a normal family. He had never thought about the situation the girl mentioned before.

...Inadvertently, I seemed to have discovered another advantage of Ba Nai Jian.

Good to feed.

Although she loves to eat and eats a little too much, rice porridge is enough to satisfy her. Anyone with arms and legs can feed her.

...What am I thinking about!

Qingye shook his head and enjoyed the food fed by Miss Loser with gratitude.

*

Around seven or eight in the evening, Qingye, feeling better, wanted to perform a yo-yo. After all, they were the only two people in the girl's house. If anything happened, he wouldn't be able to resist. Huh? Was it the other way around? In short, he wasn't going to stay overnight!

But he was held tightly.

And it's raining outside.

"If you don't want to make your condition worse, just sleep here!"

——The girl said this with a stern look on her face.

So, I could only lie down.

The hour hand is ticking.

There is a continuous sound of rain in my ears.

Raindrops hit the window with a crackling sound, but the lights in the house were warm.

Qingye lay on the bedding on the floor, playing with his mobile phone with his side turned, and gradually he felt a sense of reality, as if he was living in someone's family.

"Why aren't you talking!" Banai saw a message coming.

Because I didn’t know what to say... Qingye looked up and was convinced. The blue-haired girl lay down on the sofa and even brought the small quilt over. It seemed that she wanted to live in the living room like him today.

"Feel."

The girl took the initiative to speak, with a slight rise in the ending tone.

"It's like a training camp!"

"Really? I've never had a training camp before."

"If the girls get along really well during their dorm, they'll have pillow fights, but most of the time they'll just talk about love, boys, makeup, and touching each other's hair. Remember to write this down in your notes; you might need it for your book later."

"...strange knowledge has increased."

"Hey, Kiyono-kun, have you ever considered going to school?"

"I haven't thought about it yet. Let's talk about it later."

The atmosphere fell into silence.

Banaijian was holding the doll and looking at the ceiling, feeling a little unbelievable - it was a home that was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar, but at this moment she had an inexplicable sense of freshness.

How to spend a night like this.

How to speak.

It's nice to chat with Qingye-kun about each other's past, and it's also nice to have aimless banter like usual. It would be even better if we could play games together, but even if we don't say anything, we can feel that our hearts are closer than ever before.

No matter what she did, she felt that it would become a precious memory in the future.