Under the snow, he was silent like a puppet, just pursed his pale lips and lowered his щww{][lā}

Like a child in trouble, he was grabbed by the wrist all the way to the door of the apartment.

"Under the snow, you go in first."

Qianyu helplessly watched under the snow and opened the door with a heavy heart, followed up to put the handbag in his hand on the coffee table, and then turned around and prepared to leave.

"I should apologize to them......"

"Huh?"

Qianyu turned his head and saw the snow standing helplessly in the middle of the snow with one hand in his arm.

"To Yubihama-san, and Hikigu-kun......"

"...... Under the Snow"

"But I ......"

For this matter, until just now, under the snow still knew as much as Qianyu......

The pressure from my sister and mother, and the truth that has been concealed and is now suddenly told, and the relationship with Yubihama...... This qiē cause is distorted in an instant just by a single sentence. This caught Xue Xia, who had been dealing with the problem in a clear way, off guard.

"Under the snow? ...... under the snow"

Looking at the feeling of shaking and helplessness under the snow, Qianyu slowly walked over.

"Under the snow, look at my fingers - focus on ......"

Qianyu stretched out his index finger and shook it in front of his eyes under the snow, then poked straight into his eyebrows, quickly opened it when he was about to make contact, and then attached his palm to his eyes under the snow.

"Sleep."

Brought down...... hypnotized...... After gently lying on the sofa under the snow that had slept in the snow, Qianzhu wiped the broken hair on his forehead under the snow, and let Chu Chu curl up there pitifully under the snow.

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

Back in his room, Qianyu rummaged through the cabinets and found Qi Hong who Xiao Yezi brought over last time. I took it in my hand and thought about it, and then turned out the ** essential oil that I had bought on a whim.

After taking the aromatherapy lamp to the living room under the snow and lighting it, the soft woody aroma slowly spreads. This pure aroma is reassuring and anxiety-relieving. "Before" she used it for hypnosis, but now, she occasionally uses it a little during meditation.

After putting it away, he took a deep breath, and buried it in the sofa.

The play directed by Miss Yono is obviously to let herself finish.

Despite repeated explanations, Miss Yono always seems to have some kind of indescribable expectation of Chika. Now this expectation has been brought into the relationship with Yukino.

What a man who does his own thing,

Qian Yu thought as he put the back of his hand on his forehead.

At least Yukino has to be arranged.

Qianqi, who had his eyes closed, sniffed the fragrance and thought about it with or without a match. The past habits made him feel extra comfortable when he smelled the aroma of **, coupled with the lack of sleep that was already strict, and the thousand facies that had relaxed for a while were also planted in a dark and sweet sleep.

"Da-da-da-da-"

The sound of the iron striking the wooden plank slowly became clear in his ears, and Qianyu, who sat up in a daze, did not understand the situation at all.

"Ceiling ...... I've never seen before"

"What are you doing over there?"

"Huh?"

A familiar and soft voice from under the snow swirled from the side chamber, accompanied by a silver glitter.

Although the Fuso cooking knife is not as sinister as the chai knife, its soft shape cannot hide its sharp nature at all.

Not to mention, but functionally, one is for food, while the other is for wood. When classified, the human body is obviously more inclined to food......

"It's better to save the distorted act of appreciating kitchenware to no one else." Under the snow, his little finger hooked his hair that was hanging down and scattered, "If you want to have dinner quickly, go back and get your cutlery." I don't have room to entertain visitors. ”

"Huh?"

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

"Eat? Under the Snow...... What do you mean? ”

"I think I mean humans who can understand Japanese...... Creatures can understand it. ”

Under the snow, he hugged his arms, and the chest that could not show the sense of zài still reflected its extraordinary value when it set off the sharpness of the knife.

The curves of the knives direct the eye to the soft, falling hair and the plain apron that touches underneath.

This kind of warm home style is a rare sight. However, Qianyu also noticed that the usual calmness and coldness had been restored under the snow.

"Have you eaten...... And now—"

After waking up from sleep, Qianyu glanced out the window and found that it was almost twilight.

It was just before noon when he returned to the apartment, and the time difference in this span made Chiba experience a wonderful sense of absence.

"Okay."

Suppressing the small fear of the passage of time, Qianyu still got up and went back to get the cutlery.

いただきます

It means to thank the materials on the table for contributing your life to the life that nourishes you.

Although I didn't take into account whether the other party was really willing when cooking, that is, that's it.

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

Faced with the delicacies in front of him, Qian Yu still ruined the interest of the hostess sitting opposite without any scruples.

After being labeled as a boy who is really annoying with his eyes under the snow, Qianyu still paid attention to the snow while maintaining a considerable eating speed.

The so-called beautiful and delicious food does not mean that Qianyu uses the snow as a meal.

After the word flashed out of tune in his head, Qianyu's gaze slowly retracted to the side dish in front of him.

However, the dinner was spent in an eerie silence.

Under the snow, the dining etiquette is meticulously adhered to until the end of the meal and after the sencha is served

Sip the sencha in your hand...... Although this thing is not often drunk by the Qianqi himself.

An irrelevant but pertinent thought suddenly popped up in Qianyu's mind:

If this is the case, there seems to be nothing wrong with going home early......