You are the first one to get into Triangle, then who am I?

Suddenly, Sanjiao Chuxia stirred in her sleep and uttered a vague muttering. Sanjiao Chuhua retracted his hand as if burned, took two steps back, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

She took a few deep breaths and forced herself to calm down.

Sanjiao Chuhua stared at his slightly parted lips, which shimmered faintly in the soft light of the desk lamp. Her breathing became rapid, and her chest rose and fell with every heartbeat.

Her fingertips hovered a few centimeters away from his lips, trembling.

Just for a moment...

Once this thought came to her mind, it spread like wildfire. She leaned down, her hair falling on the side of Sanjiao Chuxia's face.

As long as you don't get discovered...

The distance between their lips slowly shortened. Sanjiao Chuhua could smell the faint scent of mint toothpaste on the other person's breath, mixed with the unique warm scent of sleep.

When her lips finally touched that soft spot, the world seemed to stop. The touch was warmer than she had imagined, like the first ray of melting spring sunshine. She didn't dare move, just pressed gently against it, afraid to wake him.

I'm sorry, Xiaoxiang...

Sanjiao Chuhua's hands were still shaking slightly as she took the blanket out of the locker. She carefully covered Sanjiao Chuxia with it, avoiding any physical contact.

But when the boy curled up unconsciously under the blanket, she couldn't help but lean over again, put her face close to the golden hair that was exactly the same as her own, and breathe in his breath deeply.

"You are mine..." Sanjiao Chuhua whispered in his ear, her voice as soft as the wind, "forever."

……

Recalling what happened in the morning, she suddenly felt a little hesitant to look Sanjiao Chuxia in the eye.

The soup in the pot was bubbling and bubbling, and the steaming heat filled the air between them. Sanjiao Chuhua's face was so hot that it seemed to be steamed.

………………

ps: I want to write ccb (straightforward), but I have to let several people other than Xiaoxiang eat a few bites before it’s Xiaoxiang’s turn

Chapter 121: Chuhua: Kunka Kunka, Sihasiha

As dusk fell, the kitchen light cast a soft halo on Sanjiao Chuhua's golden hair. She brought the last dish to the table, and the heat filled the air, blurring her vision.

"Xia, it's time to eat."

Sanjiao Chuxia raised his head from the sofa and put down the lyrics book in his hand. He walked to the dining table and glanced at the dishes on the table - braised salmon, potato stew, omelet, and his favorite braised ribs.

Each dish was placed just right, just like Triangle’s usual style, perfect to the point of being deliberate.

"Why is it so abundant today?"

"I just learned this dish, so I'd like to take this opportunity to practice it." Sanjiao Chuhua handed him the bowl of rice.

Sanjiao Chuxia took the bowl and his fingertips accidentally touched her hand. At that moment, he felt her fingers tremble slightly, and then quickly retracted.

He looked up at Sankaku Hatsuka, but found that she had turned around to get the miso soup, leaving him with only her back.

"Thank you." Sanjiao Chuxia whispered, her voice almost drowned out by the sound of dishes colliding.

The two of them ate in silence, only the occasional clink of chopsticks against the edge of the bowl. Sanjiao Chuhua barely touched his portion, spending most of his time observing him as he ate.

Her eyes brushed across Sanjiao Chuxia's lips as lightly as a feather, then quickly moved away, as if afraid of being discovered.

"Come to think of it, Xia, are your lyrics your own inner feelings?" Sanjiao Chuhua suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

"Well... not entirely." He answered while chewing rice, "It's mainly because the songs written by Cucumber tend to be depressing and sad, so I wrote them that way."

"That's it."

"What's wrong? Do you feel like you're forcing yourself to feel sad just to write something new?"

"No, this is just my daily concern for my brother."

“…I’m the older brother.”

After the meal, Sanjiao Chuxia took the initiative to clean up the dishes, while Sanjiao Chuhua sat on the sofa in the living room to rest for a while.

The sound of running water in the sink was particularly clear in the quiet apartment. Sanjiao Chuxia stood in front of the sink, the sponge in her hand mechanically scrubbing the dishes.

Through the glass door of the kitchen, he could see Sanjiao Chuhua curled up on the sofa. She was hugging a pillow, her short golden hair falling over her shoulders, gleaming softly in the warm yellow light of the living room.

This is the pillow that Sanjiao Chuxia used when she slept on the sofa last night.

Although Sanjiao Chuhua occasionally held it like this, today she felt it was particularly exciting.

Sanjiao Chuhua buried his face deeper into the pillow, breathing in the lingering scent - a mixture of the fresh fragrance of the shampoo that Sanjiao Chuxia often used, and his unique body temperature.

Her heart was beating incredibly fast, as if there was a restless little bird in her chest, ready to fly out at any moment.

Xia...are you looking here?

The thought instantly made the tips of her ears burn. Sanjiao Chuhua secretly raised her eyes, and through the gaps between her drooping golden hair, she happened to meet his gaze behind the glass door, which he had not yet withdrawn.

Their eyes met in the hazy mist, and they looked away in panic at the same time.

The plate in Sanjiao Chuxia's hand nearly slipped, and the splash of water soaked the front of his T-shirt. He hurriedly turned off the faucet, and water droplets slid down his wrist, leaving dark marks on the counter.

Maybe I'm overthinking it. How could Xiaochu possibly...

He felt ashamed of having such a mean thought, even though he had only used it as a pillow once.

Chu Hua felt her sanity crumbling in the living room. The scent of the pillow was already gone, yet it still made her dizzy.

She knew she should put it down and go make tea or clean the house as usual, but her body went against her will and hugged the pillow tighter instead.

This is wrong…

But the more she thought about it, the stronger a certain secret excitement became. Especially when she caught a glimpse of Sanjiao Chuxia still lingering in the kitchen, peeking over here from time to time, her fingertips even began to tremble slightly.

"Xiaochu, would you like some tea?" Sanjiao Chuxia suddenly poked her head out from the kitchen, her voice half a tone higher than usual.

Like a child caught doing something bad, Sanjiao Chuhua sat up straight, her legs together, and the pillow slipped from her arms to the ground.

She bent down to pick it up, but found that Sanjiao Chuxia also reached out at the same time, and their fingertips touched above the pillow.

A moment of silence.

Sanjiao Chuhua could clearly see the trembling of his pupils, his light eyelashes casting tiny shadows under the light, and there were still drops of water hanging on the tip of his nose.

It should have been an ambiguous scene, but she smelled a strange scent from the other person.

It’s not Xiaoxiang’s smell, nor is it Xiaomu’s smell, and it’s not even Su Shi’s smell!

She quickly picked up the pillow, but her vision went dark as she stood up. She stumbled, and Sanjiao Chuxia just in time to hold her shoulders.

"Are you okay?"

Sanjiao Chuxia's voice was very close, so close that he could feel the air current caused by his breathing. Sanjiao Chuhua subconsciously shrank his neck and took a half step back.

"No, it's okay." She shook her head and put the pillow back on the sofa. "I'll make tea!"

Looking at her fleeing back, Sanjiao Chuxia stood where he was, his fingers still in the position they were holding her shoulders.

………………

The two of them sat on the sofa, each holding a cup of freshly brewed black tea in their hands - it was given to them by Mikado Hatsuka when they last visited Nagasaki Suyo's house, because Mikado Hatsuka asked about the variety of this tea.

"Xia, can you introduce me to your band members?" Sanjiao Chuhua asked casually.

"Why are you suddenly interested in this?"

"I just want to hear about Xia's situation."

Her fingertips gently stroked the edge of the teacup, and the hot steam blurred the subtle changes in her expression.

Sanjiao Chuxia lowered her head and took a sip of black tea, the warm liquid sliding down her throat.

"I don't need to mention the lead guitarist. The bassist is Hachiman Kailing, a very good 'band mercenary' who plays fill-in bass in several bands."

"What about [personaction]?"

"Of course he's the resident bassist at [personacton]." He smiled at Sanjiao Chuhua and continued to introduce.

"The lead guitarist is Lenai, who often plays in RiNG. The keyboardist is Xiaogua."

"Hey, Xiaomu? Can Xiaomu also play the keyboard?"

"Well, after all, Cucumber has been learning piano since he was a child."

"That's right. Rich families like this always let their children learn piano from a young age."

In that case, the smell on Xia's body comes from Hachiman Kailing or Kaname Rakuna?

………………

ps: The timeline is just right, I want to let [personaction] participate in the second season of PPP's live (

Moonlight Cocoon

lock the gap between the windows (locked window cracks)

Zero shadow (the missing shadow whispers)

神むように深い黑に (falling into deep darkness like sinking)

I'm about to forget my own name.

けれど、ふとtouchれた（but suddenly touched）

Cold on the bed (on the cold floor)

Jing かなるsilver が (a piece of quiet silver)

Private caressing me (gently caressing me)

Fangれた优しい糸 (gentle silk thread woven)

The darkness is tearing apart and tying me up tightly.

もう多りじゃないと ("You are not alone")

教えてくれた (it told me so)

夜の向こうへ (Go to the other side of the night)

Crooked clock hands (twisted clock hands)

Tukiri れた梦を克む (carving out intermittent dreams)

でもその手のひらに (but in the palm of your hand)

夜夜っていたのは

Zhen えるprivate さえ (even I am trembling)

Wrapping むようなlight light (also a gentle shimmer)

Painみさえもいまは (It hurts at this moment)

Jing かに梦る (Also falls into a peaceful sleep)

...The keyboard solo of the "Moonlight" melody begins here...

Fangれた优しい糸 (gentle silk thread woven)

The darkness is tearing apart and tying me up tightly.

もう多りじゃないと ("You are not alone")

教えてくれた (it told me so)

夜の向こうへ (Go to the other side of the night)

歩き出すこの片(step forward this series of footsteps)

Tomorrow will light up tomorrow

My hands are no longer confused (I am no longer confused because of these hands)

On もりがある (holding on to warmth)

Unlocking the old chain (broken ancient chain)

新しい private になる (Transform into a new me)