I just want to live in peace, I refuse to fall in love

Chapter 140: Beware of the Trap of the Furnace of National Subjugation

"Yes, Kazuya. Just like I call you by your name, you should also call me by my name in the future." Nagata Chinatsu held his hand tighter.

"Qianxia?"

"Ah."

The conversation between the two standing at the door was all heard by Xiangzi inside the room. She stood up and wandered in front of the desk, wanting to do something, but in the end she just looked at the continuous heavy rain outside the window and sighed.

The door was not closed tightly. Shirakawa Kazuya gently kicked the door open with his toes. After walking in, he closed the door with his heels. Then he put Chinatsu Nagata back on the bed and sat next to Xiangzi.

"Onisan?"

Xiangzi originally wanted to use the voice of a good sister, but there was a hoarseness in her voice that she had never imagined.

"What's wrong, Xiangzi?"

Shirakawa Kazuya took his mind back from what Nagata Chinatsu had just said, and noticed the abnormality in Xiangzi's voice.

"I, I want to go back"

Before Xiangzi finished speaking, a loud noise exploded in the sky, interrupting her words.

The atmosphere in the room became quiet because of the thunder, and no one spoke for a while.

"Lightning is getting further and further away from us."

Xiangzi was frightened by the thunder and shook her body, then commented on the current weather with a smile.

Shirakawa Kazuya's heart, which had just been raised by Nagata Chinatsu's words, sank a little, "Xiangzi, what do you want to say before the thunder?"

"Nothing, I want to ask if you are going to lay the floor at sister's place in Qianxia tonight?"

Xiangzi paused in the middle of her sentence, and Shirakawa Kazuya somewhat understood. The other party must have heard the conversation between himself and Nagata Chinatsu at the door.

He didn't know how to answer because he didn't know what Xiangzi's attitude was now.

In short, it should not be happy.

"Shirakawa-kun, I'm much better now. Why don't you and Xiangzi go back after the rain subsides?"

Nagata Chinatsu leaned on the pillow, sniffed, and pulled the quilt toward her neck.

She was very careful, and saw that Xiangzi was a little unhappy. Although she didn't know why, she could probably guess some of it. She didn't want things to become like this, so she proposed to let the two go home.

"Eh? Are you okay?" Shirakawa Kazuya looked at Nagata Chinatsu's still pale face, a little worried.

"It's okay. I feel like I'm about to recover. I'll be fine after I get some sleep. You don't have to worry." A smile appeared on Nagata Chinatsu's pale face, signaling to Shirakawa Kazuya that he was relieved.

"Okay, then Xiangzi and I won't bother you. The rain doesn't seem to be very heavy right now. Let's go home now, Xiangzi!"

Shirakawa Kazuya stood up and picked up the small pot on the bedside table. The millet porridge in it was completely cold and could no longer be drunk.

"Okay, let's go. Let's let Sister Chinatsu have a good rest. Maybe she will be cured tomorrow!"

Xiangzi originally thought that Shirakawa Kazuya was not planning to go back tonight, but now she heard him say that he wanted to go home, and her mood recovered a little.

"Then let's go. I will lock the door. If you need anything, remember to call." Shirakawa Kazuya and Xiangzi left the bedroom and followed the stairs to the living room on the first floor.

He did not call the other party "Nagata-san" or "Chinatsu", but avoided the question of how to address him, which was a bit tricky tonight.

After putting the small pot back in the kitchen, Shirakawa Kazuya checked the window again, then came to the entrance and started putting on his raincoat.

Xiangzi had already put on her raincoat when he checked, and was leaning against the door, staring at Shirakawa Kazuya. "Let me help you."

Xiangzi saw that Shirakawa Kazuya hadn't zipped up the zipper on his back several times, so she walked over, stood on tiptoes and helped him pull it up, smoothing the wrinkles on her shoulders.

"Thank you, Xiangzi, let's go." Shirakawa Kazuya opened the door, and a gust of cold wind came directly in, blowing away the heat from the two people's bodies and making them shiver.

After locking the door, the two walked on the deserted street. Shirakawa Kazuya glanced at Xiangzi secretly, and finally asked.

"Xiangzi, aren't you happy tonight?"

Xiangzi shook her head, "I'm not unhappy, I'm just feeling a little depressed, but it's not your fault, I blame myself."

She didn't want to deceive Shirakawa Kazuya, so she expressed her thoughts honestly, which made Shirakawa Kazuya a little confused about how to answer.

The two fell silent again. Shirakawa Kazuya used the light of the street lamp to see the silver needle-like raindrops falling from the sky. The falling water droplets splashed on the ground and flew to his rain boots. The only thing left in the world was There was an endless sound of rain.

After returning home, the two of them shook off the remaining water stains on their raincoats at the door, then folded them neatly and placed them at the entrance.

Putting on his slippers, Shirakawa Kazuya walked into the living room and turned on the power that had been turned off before leaving. The dark room became bright again.

Xiangzi sat on the sofa, looked at the back of Shirakawa Kazuya in front of the desk, opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing.

Forget it, the weather will definitely clear up tomorrow.All bad moods will definitely disappear.

This is once a year, my birthday is Xiangzi, I will definitely have a happy time tomorrow!
"It's a bit cold tonight. Do you want to turn on the kotatsu?"

Shirakawa Kazuya thought for a while, but did not take out the preview paper in his schoolbag, preparing to take a vacation for himself.

"Okay, I'm a little cold too." Xiangzi didn't refuse, jumped down from the sofa, opened the kotatsu and put her legs in it.

Shirakawa Kazuya plugged the kotatsu cord into the socket, then pressed the switch under the table, and sat down next to Xiangzi.

"Onisan?"

"what happened?"

Xiangzi hesitated how to speak, but finally gave up and smiled faintly.

"Keep telling the story."

"Okay, last time we mentioned that the four masters and disciples of Tang Monk have arrived." Shirakawa Kazuya breathed a sigh of relief and began to tell.

The sound of the wind outside the window suddenly became louder and softer, sometimes hitting the window violently, sometimes like a gentle caress, which made people confused. Amidst the sound of rain, the sound of the clock running was completely ignored. When Shirakawa Kazuya discovered it By then, the pointer had quietly reached the twelve o'clock position.

"Xiangzi, it's almost time to go to bed."

Shirakawa Kazuya stretched himself. After being heated for more than an hour, the kotatsu was already very warm, making people not want to leave.

Be wary of the trap of the Furnace of Subjugation. Shirakawa Kazuya was so cruel that he got out of it.

"Okay, Onisan, go and wash up. I'll help you make the quilt." Xiangzi turned off the switch, unplugged the power, and took out the two quilts from the closet.

After washing, Shirakawa Kazuya turned off the light, lay on the bed, and looked at the ceiling with some comfort.

He likes to hide at home and sleep on rainy days. Listening to the patter of rain is the best lullaby.

The wind came late, and there was nothing to say all night.

(End of this chapter)