My youth love story is really a fake

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"Under the snow..."

"but I……"

Regarding this matter, until just now, Yukinoshita still knew as much as Qianjian...

The pressure from her sister and mother, and the truth that has been concealed and now suddenly revealed, and the relationship with Yuigahama... All the causes and fates are distorted in an instant just because of one sentence.This caught Yukinoshita, who had been dealing with the problem in a clear and detailed manner, by surprise.

"Under the Snow? Under the Snow..."

Seeing Yukinoshita's state of being deeply shaken and helpless, Chihiro slowly walked over.

"Yukishita, look at my fingers—concentrate..."

Qian Jian stretched out her index finger and shook it in front of Yukinoshita's eyes, then poked straight between her eyebrows, opened it quickly when it was about to touch, and then attached her palm to Yukinoshita's eyes.

"Go to sleep."

Laid down... Hypnotized... After gently laying the sleeping Yukino on the sofa, Qian Jian brushed the broken hair on Yukino's forehead, and let Yukino curl up pitifully on the sofa. There.

If you want something to happen, now is probably the best time.However, considering the difference in force and status between the two sides, it is better not to do anything.

Back in her room, Qian Jian rummaged through boxes and boxes to find Qi Hong who Xiao Ye Zi brought over last time.I held it in my hand and thought for a while, and found out the essential oils I bought on a whim.

After taking the aromatherapy lamp to Yukinoshita's living room and lighting it, the soft woody aroma spread slowly.This vaguely pure aroma can make people feel at ease and relieve anxiety.Qian Jian "before" often used it for hypnosis, but now, he occasionally uses it in meditation.

After putting it away, she took a deep breath, and Qian Jian also buried herself in the sofa.

The play directed by Ms. Yang Nai is obviously to be finished by herself.

Although she explained repeatedly, Miss Yono seemed to always have some indescribable expectations for Chiyo.Now this expectation has been brought into the relationship with Yukino.

He is really a person who does his own thing.

Chihiro put the back of her hand on her forehead and thought.

At least make arrangements for Xue Nai.

With her eyes closed, Qian Jian sniffed the fragrance and thought about it.His past habits made him feel extra comfortable when he smelled the fragrance of sex. Coupled with the severe lack of sleep, Qian Jian, who was relaxed for a while, also fell into a dark and sweet sleep.

"Da da da-"

The sound of iron objects hitting wooden boards gradually became clear in his ears, and Qian Jian, who sat up in a daze, hadn't figured out the situation at all.

"A ceiling I've never seen before..."

"Why are you so dazed over there?"

"Ok?"

Yukinoshita's familiar and soft voice came out from the side room, accompanied by a flash of silver.

Although the Fuso cooking knife is not as scary as a hatchet, its soft shape cannot conceal its sharp nature at all.

What's more, but from a functional point of view, one is for processing ingredients, while the other is for processing wood.In terms of classification, the human body is obviously more inclined to food...

"Let's save the distorted behavior of appreciating kitchen utensils until there is no one around." Yukinoshita's little finger hooked the hair that was hanging down, "If you want to eat dinner quickly, go back and take your utensils away." Come here. I don't have room for visitors here."

"what?"

Picking up the bone china tea set with a simple style and taking a sip, Qian Jian, who had ingested a moderate amount of water, felt that the accelerated blood flow brought enough nutrients for the brain to think.

"Eat? Yukinoshita... what do you mean?"

"I think what I mean is that as long as human beings who can understand Japanese...creatures can understand it."

Yukinoshita folded her arms, and her chest, which could not show any sense of existence, still showed its extraordinary value when it set off the sharpness of the knife.

The curve of the knife draws the eye directly to the flowing hair and the modest apron that touches underneath.

This warm home style can be described as a rare sight.However, Chien also noticed that Yukinoshita had returned to her usual calmness and indifference.

"Do you want to eat... and now—"

After waking up from sleep, Qian Jian glanced out of the window and realized that it was almost dusk.

It was just before noon when we returned to the apartment. This time difference made Qian Jian feel a strange sense of lack.

"Ok."

Suppressing her petty fear of the passage of time, Qian Jian calmly got up and went back to pick up the tableware.

I will

It means to thank the materials on the table for contributing their lives to support their own lives.

Although when cooking, I didn't consider whether the other party was really willing or not.

"Aren't you going to explain it in detail?"

Facing the delicious dishes in front of her, Qian Jian still spoiled the interest of the hostess sitting opposite without any scruples.

After being marked by Yukinoshita's eyes as a nasty boy who pursues the bottom line, Chiu still kept her eating speed at a considerable rate while focusing on Yukinoshita.

The so-called delicious food does not mean that Qian Jian treats Yukinoshita as a meal.

After the word flashed through her head incongruously, Qian Jian's eyes slowly returned to the side dishes in front of her.

Yet the supper passed in eerie silence.

Yukinoshita strictly abides by the dining etiquette until the end of the meal and after the serving of sencha.

Sipping the sencha in her hand... although Chihiro herself doesn't drink it often.

An irrelevant but pertinent thought suddenly popped into Qian Jian's mind:

If it has been like this, it seems that there is nothing wrong with going home early...

Chapter 35 They are still not even a step closer

The aroma of tea and food forms a complex and soft taste, which is generally called the taste of home.

However, the air circulation system of this apartment is still quite good, and after a while, there are only a few remnants of the dried up meat in the smoked lamps in the air.

Qian Jian is leisurely leaning on the sofa with a teacup in her hand, she is quite the true biography of an actor from a distant mainland...

"For the rest of the time, I want to stay and clean the room."

Putting on her private clothes, Yukinoshita crossed her arms and looked down at Qianjian.

The decent off-white long sleeves are well wrapped with soft lines, but the discreet cotton clothes are also stingyly hidden in the interlocking bones, leaving only the hair that occasionally hangs on the shoulders to set it off.

"I don't think it will take much time to clean the room."

"Because it still involves disinfection operations, I think it's better as soon as possible."

Yukinoshita conveyed her anticipation to Chihiro with the eyes of picking up the garbage skillfully.

However, who is the large non-flammable ah hello!

"It can't even be recycled."

Yukinoshita added softly.

Stop, don't define me with that gentle and inclusive look...

Isn't it just a waste of a meal...

Qian Jian's expression vividly demonstrated what it means to be on the verge of collapse.

"Wait a mininute."

Yukinoshita stopped Qian Jian who had just opened the door, "Here, take it."

Yukinoshita picked out one of several beautifully wrapped gift bags, and put it in Qianjian's hand.

"That... Miss Yukinoshita?"

Yukinoshita frowned, "What's wrong?"

"If I remember correctly, this one contains Kitty Kitty..."

The waiter who was joking and not afraid of big things specially used red and blue ties to distinguish them when packing.Qian Jian has noticed this in her professional habits.

"Isn't that obvious?"

Well, Yukinoshita is just as good at observation.However, this Qianlong cares about two things completely.

What do you do with a kitten doll for a high school boy...

However, in the end, Qian Jian had no choice but to put Katie in the cabinet where the performance props were placed.Qian Jian, who returned to the room, completely relaxed.How do you say that?

Weekends without work are great!

After briefly washing off the tiredness on her body, Qian Jian changed into comfortable clothes and stood on the balcony with a big belly.

Chiba at the beginning of the night has an indescribable sense of leisure. Of course, no matter which city it is, if you look at it from the height of the fifteenth floor, you will unconsciously have a sense of laziness that cannot be matched.

"People are as small as ants..."

"Ah, Mr. Ant's remarks are a bit like a joke with Xuejiu."

A familiar and clear voice came from the other side of the wall.Of course, in this high-end apartment that pays special attention to safety protection and security, even the neighbors, Qian Jian can hardly see Yukinoshita's independent appearance.

"Under the snow?"

gone back already?

After a few seconds, Qian Jian did not hear the echo from the other side of the wall.

Just when Qianjian turned her head and looked at the lights in the distance in a daze, Yukinoshita's words came faintly.

"...The children of the Yukinoshita family cannot be involved in this kind of thing... At that time, I was locked in the back seat of a private car, and everything was handled by the driver...I didn't even know that the other party was an adult Still a student..."

Yukinoshita didn't tell anyone, and Qianjian just happened to be standing where she could hear the voice.

"...My mother still didn't allow it, and finally my father came forward to mediate. After a compromise, I can live alone in this apartment. But I must strictly abide by the door control, and I can't move around even on weekends."

Yukinoshita is always right and always has to be right.

This is Mrs. Yukinoshita's education policy.

Qian Jian, who silently listened to Yukinoshita's confidant like breathing, did not see that Yukino, who was also leaning on the handle of the balcony, tightly hugged Mr. Pan who was wearing a red scarf in his arms.

"What should I do……"

The fragile murmur was intermittent, piercing Qianjian's heart.

However, no response is required.

Qian Jian and Yukinoshita tacitly ignored Yukino's self-deception.

"Mr. Pan?"

After exhaling, Qian Jian was somewhat nostalgic for the intoxicated night, but she also turned around.

Only a faint exclamation was left.

"It's very cold."

No help needed, because Yukinoshita was right, alone.

The next day, in the activity room of the Ministry of Service.

"I'm really sorry..."

Xue Xia's bowed body was still tall and straight, and the guilt on his face was hidden between the drooping black hair.