Although the god of sleep, Hypnos, was not popular with the gods, he was always able to save the day, because his ability to put people to sleep was irresistible to both men and gods. Therefore, even those who are spurned by the god of fate can taste the finest white bread in their sleep late at night.

Time is never shifted by someone's will, and the two people who hug each other are not separated even after eating the tomatoes.

The sweetness of papaya and the mellow aroma of milk rose with the white smoke from the stew pot, wafting into the noses of the two of them.

Sakura Yamauchi passed his hands under Kyosuke Hojo's armpit and hugged him tightly, although the meal was finished, he still didn't want to let go of his hands, just inhaled hard, inhaling the familiar aroma into his lungs and constantly evoking memories.

"I can't wait to get into Sakura's belly."

Kyosuke Hojo withdrew his hand and rubbed the small hand around his waist.

"But I haven't hugged enough~"

The girl buried her face in his back and shook her head in an attempt to prolong the time.

Kyosuke Hojo pursed his lips and smiled, turned off the fire, and turned around.

He lowered his head and kissed Sakura's forehead, then put one hand around her waist, bent down to wrap his arms around the crooks of her slender legs, and picked up the girl with a little force.

"What are you doing~ People don't want to sleep yet!"

Sakura kicked her calves slightly in protest, but a pair of lotus-like arms had obediently hooked Kyosuke's neck, and her body snuggled up to make it easier for him to hug him.

"It's not sleeping, it's washing your hands!"

Kyosuke Hojo said angrily.

"Ahh

Sakura shouted indiscriminately.

"You'll know in the future that I don't dislike you at all, so wash my hands now." Kyosuke Hojo lowered his head and gently bumped the girl's forehead.

"Hmph, I'll know first!"

Sakura said this, trying to straighten up her upper body, and her small mouth fell on Kyosuke Hojo's face like raindrops, kissing him with a face.

Someone didn't care, but just seized the opportunity to lick Sakura's little face with his big tongue during the intermission, so that the pretty little face was covered with his own saliva for a moment.

"Huh~~ Kyosuke, I hate you so much!"

Sakura-sama exclaimed, raised her little hand, and crossed her index finger to touch her face, but she looked in disbelief.

"Hehe, I'm so sad, Sakura actually dislikes me!" Kyosuke Hojo laughed, but he wasn't happy for two seconds before he was also attacked.

The girl stuck out her tongue as best she could, licking from Kyosuke Hojo's chin all the way to his forehead, and her eyes and eyebrows were not spared.

"Hey, hey~~ The little woman's revenge never waits." She smirked.

Kyosuke Hojo blinked his eyes vigorously, only to feel that his eyelashes were stuck with Sakura's saliva.

"You idiot, that's why you smell the food that's why you secrete so much saliva!" He said helplessly.

"Stupid! Didn't I just hold the world's most delicious food! If it weren't for the constant effort to keep your mouth shut, your saliva would have soaked your clothes long ago! ”

Sakura-sama has a heart-wrenching voice:

"Wait! You're walking with me in your arms! She shouted in surprise.

Kyosuke Hojo shook his head with a smile, among the countless stories he had told Sakurara was the story of the Kingdom of Food. Milk and wheat get married to give birth to pancakes, and pineapple and glutinous rice get married to become pineapple rice...... As such, it is worth mentioning that their witnesses are often things like juicer barbecue grills.

"But it's only a few steps from the kitchen to the bathroom, so why did Kyosuke hold me and not let me walk by myself?"

Sakura suddenly wondered, her little face looked very innocent, and her big watery eyes stared at Kyosuke Hojo's face. But without waiting for the latter to answer, she immediately said the answer herself:

"Oh~~ I understand, Kyosuke is reluctant to let go of me and wants to hold me all the time."

"Alas~~ It's not okay to be so clingy, Kyosuke, you have to learn to be self-reliant."

With that, Sakura stretched out her index finger and stroked Kyosuke's cheek up and down.

"My Sakura is an angel and her feet never fall to the ground, but she lost her divine power for me, so I have to take responsibility." Kyosuke Hojo smiled.

"Oooh! It turns out that I'm an angel~" Sakura exclaimed, then laughed, straightened up again and stuck out her tongue to lick Hojo Kyosuke's face.

Feeling the warmth and wetness on his face, Kyosuke Hojo's face twitched, and he had reason to suspect that Sakura, the stupid man, had found a new hobby.

In the future, you will have to wash your face often, and when you can't wash your face, you have to wipe it with wet wipes. He silently wrote it down.

From the kitchen to the bathroom, it was only a short journey, and the two of them had walked out of ten years.

When he entered the bathroom, Kyosuke Hojo put Sakura down in front of the washstand, and then turned around to take the food out of the stew pot, but Sakura dragged him back before he could take a step.

"Wash your hands before eating!"

The girl taught her so much, pulled Kyosuke behind her, and took her big hands under the faucet.

"Who made fun of me just now for not even being able to leave you two steps away? Why do you even need me to help you wash your hands now? Kyosuke Hojo let Sakura apply foam to his hands, teasing her in his mouth.

"yes, I just don't want to leave Kyosuke for a moment~"

Sakura said crisply, her voice crisp and crisp.

"Fool, wash your hands carefully."

Kyosuke Hojo said, resting his chin on Sakura's shoulder socket, turning passive into active, holding her small hands as graceful as works of art and rubbing them carefully.

Under the warm yellow light, the large palm covered the back of the small hand, reaching between the slender fingers, scrubbing the fingers back and forth. Then he turned his little hand over, and the palm of his hand slid up and down relative to each other, and the white foam continued to ooze out from the junction of the two, and each finger was placed in the palm of his hand to wash away the foreign matter between the nails with foam.

Kyosuke Hojo turned on the faucet and reached over with Sakura's hand, asking Shimizu to take all the foam away.

Sakura Yamauchi kept leaning his head lazily against Kyosuke's head, and he rested his head on her shoulder socket, and she leaned her head on his head.

Sakura, who was squinting comfortably, finally couldn't help laughing when she saw Kyosuke start squeezing hand sanitizer again.

"The food is going to be cold~"

How many times have you washed your hands? The girl couldn't remember clearly, but she felt that her hands were about to be rubbed off a layer of skin.

"Ahem, you have to be so serious about washing your hands!" Someone said righteously, but still took a towel from the side to wipe his hands.

This time, without waiting for Kyosuke Hojo to stretch out his hand, Sakura still hugged his neck and lifted his thigh, signaling to come and hug me.

Instead of carrying Sakura to the dining table, he returned to his original position, the edge of the living room, the place where the moon had found to be incomparably bright.

When he walked out of the kitchen, he saw Sakura, who was sitting on the edge of the living room with his knees crossed, wrapped in a thin blanket.

A small person, except for his head, was wrapped in a blue knitted blanket. She tilted her head slightly, not knowing what she was looking at, and when she looked from behind, she could only see a small and delicate ear and a smooth side face.

The deeper the night, the cooler it gets.

Looking at Sakura, who was sitting there alone, Kyosuke Hojo didn't know why he suddenly panicked, and hurriedly walked over with a bowl.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Sakura Yamauchi turned his head, raised his little face and smiled at Kyosuke, opening the blanket with one hand.

"Hurry up and get in, the heat is running away!" She whispered.

Kyosuke Hojo unconsciously showed a smile on his face, and the strange feeling in his heart disappeared without a trace in an instant, and he hurriedly got in and pulled up a blanket to wrap the two of them.

Before he could hand over the bowl, the girl opened her mouth wide and made a sound~.

"Hurry up~ Feed me like you feed Yukino!"

The words made Kyosuke Hojo close his mouth, scoop up a papaya ball and start blowing.

Sakura ate three orange papaya balls in one go, and then closed his mouth, his cheeks were bulging, but fortunately, the papaya had already been stewed softly, and only a mouthful of mellow fragrance was left when he took a sip of it.

"Oh Yixi~~"

Sakura held her little face in one hand and made an intoxicated and happy voice.

"Sure enough, what Kyosuke fed himself was more delicious! Really, why was I so stupid when I was a kid and didn't use this to blackmail you? ”

She shouted unwillingly, and then smiled:

"It must be because people are so kind!"

Hahahaha, this idiot.

Kyosuke Hojo laughed out loud, just like Sakura said before, even if there are only two people in the world, she and her, she will never feel lonely. Even if she doesn't say a word, she can make fun of herself, and by the way, she can make herself laugh.

"But, Kyosuke, Yukino seems to have regained his sense of taste."

After eating another mouthful of papaya and drinking a spoonful of milk, Sakura said with a smile:

"But you should have found out."

"Hmm."

Kyosuke Hojo nodded, he didn't wonder why Sakura knew, and after a little guessing, he knew that Yukino was eating all kinds of food when he was alone with Sakura. Yukino didn't want to hide it from him, but was just attached to the special relationship between the two.

"Otherwise, with Kyosuke's character, you would have summoned famous doctors from all over the world to treat Yukino."

Sakura lowered her head and put her mouth to the bowl and blew.

"Why, Yukino would be overwhelmed like that." Kyosuke Hojo said softly with a smile.

"Lying." The girl with her head down also whispered.

Someone smiled and didn't speak, and raised the bowl slightly to make it easier for Sakura to drink.

"Alright, it's time for me to feed you!"

Sakura snatched the bowl and said with a smile:

"Let you, a proud guy, know that the deliciousness of the food is not about the skill, but about the sincerity!"

“Heart！”

"Even if you just hold Kyosuke and don't do it at all, but people's hearts are still integrated into this papaya, and with a loving hand to feed you, it must be the taste of happiness!"

Sakura-sama said.

Kyosuke Hojo's eyebrows and eyes are soft, just like Sakura at the beginning~ grew his mouth.

The girl stared at the bowl with blazing eyes, carefully scooped up a papaya ball, and gently touched it with her lips, making sure that the temperature was the temperature that Kyosuke's cat tongue could accept, and then slowly handed it over.

Looking at his exaggerated vigorous chewing, although she knew how delicious the food he cooked, she still asked with anticipation:

"How!?"

"Super ~~ Oh Issy!" Kyosuke Hojo gave a thumbs up and gave a more advanced evaluation.

"It's as delicious as if you've been enchanted!" He exaggerated his mouth wide open and praised.

"Hey, hey, you know, it's awesome~"

Sakura grinned, but she didn't use the magic to make the food delicious, but the magic to make the lie come true.

The taste of the food itself doesn't change depending on the person holding the spoon, but love doesn't. It's a lie that no child will believe that it is more delicious, but as long as you can have love, you can make this lie come true and make all the flavors in your mouth sweet.

She was so happy that she didn't care that she was still holding the bowl in her hand, shook her shoulders and bumped the boy next to her, and then drank a mouthful of papaya milk into her mouth, which was directly printed on Kyosuke's mouth, and slowly crossed the papaya milk mixed with her own liquid.

"Is there ~~ more delicious?"

Her face was full of charming flushes, her eyes were misty, and she asked with silky eyes.

"Well, of course."

Kyosuke Hojo wrapped the blankets on the two of them tighter.

I don't know if it's the blanket that brings warmth to the two, or the papaya stewed milk that provides energy, or the two who hug each other are not afraid of the cold.

A man and a woman sat there, curled up under a small blanket, slowly, slowly finishing a bowl of papaya. The mellow papaya milk, instead of quenching their thirst, made their mouths even more dry.

When the brown wooden bowl was put aside, Sakura curled up and snuggled in Kyosuke Hojo's arms.

The boy's hand wrapped around the girl's waist, and the two small hands holding her were placed on the soft belly, and the blanket wrapped the two of them tightly, only the head was exposed.

Sakurara's head rested on Kyosuke's chest, and those thick pectoral muscles were simply the most comfortable pillow in the world. Her amber eyes seemed to turn into gems under the moon, shining brightly and brightly.

"Do you remember the first time we went to the cherry blossom festival?"

She looked at the bare cherry blossom tree and asked in a fluttering tone.

"Yes."

Kyosuke Hojo's chin rested on the girl's head, and he looked at the withered brown cherry blossom tree.

"What was I like back then?" Sakura continued to ask.

"It's the same as now." Just like he said to Sakura before, although time and the world are changing, they are the same.

"What the hell is that? Tiny? Ingenious? Lovely? ”

Although he was asking a question, Sakura was using some inducing words, and it seemed that he was almost not giving a standard answer directly.

"Dazzling." Kyosuke Hojo said softly.

"I'm glamorous now, right?" She said very self-knowingly.

"You were the same back then."

"Dazzling."