Gradually, Nana, leaning against her, relaxed, snuggling against her in a dependent manner, her breathing slowly slowing down.
Time was beautiful.
The Brown-haired girl tapped her Sister's forehead with her finger, adding with a sigh, "If you really like it that much, I suppose it wouldn't be impossible."
Nana's green eyes suddenly lit up.
Midori sneered in her heart, finding it all the more amusing.
To be fair, Niwang Yaji is a very good person. Even though, due to various reasons, Shiratori Midori and this youth—who has a ninety-nine percent chance of becoming her brother-in-law in the future (of course, she would never admit that now)—have only met a few times, Shiratori Midori has a very good impression of Niwang Yaji.
In the end, she wasn't truly opposed—it wasn't as if the two sisters would rely on each other for the rest of their lives, right? Shiratori Midori could not do something so selfish.
Moreover, Nana truly loves Niwang Yaji.
From her word-for-word confession, Shiratori Midori could outline two youths who cared deeply for one another—they loved each other, supported each other, relied on each other, grew together.
This love, which began in their youth, has only grown deeper with time.
It was so pure and bright that one could not bear to crush it.
However, if she were to agree too easily—Shiratori Midori would be just as reluctant.
The reason her refusal was so firm was, on one hand, because she truly could not bear to see her sister marry; in her eyes, Nana was still a minor.
—After all, Midori had only just woken up, certain subconscious notions are not easily adjusted. Not to mention the unique bond between sisters, which naturally gave her a protective mindset.
Besides that?
It was, naturally, a tactic of retreating to advance.
Shiratori Midori revealed a gentle (yet wicked) smile and said softly, "As for the engagement, it's not impossible."
“However, I want to supervise the engagement process,” Midori proposed the condition leisurely.
"Okay," Nana agreed readily.
"Before the engagement, I want to see Niwang-kun one more time—he must promise me that he will take good care of you," Shiratori Midori continued.
"Okay," Nana agreed readily—she had sufficient trust in her boyfriend.
"Also, you're still young. As for marriage, wait a few more years," Shiratori Midori said, appearing casual, but her tone was actually non-negotiable.
Okay.. wait, huh??
Having been led straight into a trap like this, Nana looked completely bewildered. Looking at Sister's warm smile, her lip corner twitched, but she ultimately did not dare to say anything in protest.
..
"I recall you were quite satisfied with that girl, weren't you?" Gin said, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Shiratori Midori, who was holding a glass of Milk to warm her hands.
Midori gave a soft huff, rarely showing a hint of a girl's coquetry: "I think it's one thing for that boy to be satisfied, but my sister marrying him is quite another!"
She said righteously, "These two things are absolutely not the same!"
Gin gave her an eye roll and said casually, "As long as you're happy."
“It's not a matter of whether I'm happy or not!” Shiratori Midori said seriously. “This is a matter that must be taken seriously!”
As she spoke, she fiercely struck the soft seat with a throw pillow from the sofa, her gaze ferocious: "How old is Nana!"
Let me remind you, she is already in her twenties.
The words Gin wanted to say hovered at the edge of his mouth, but after circling in his throat, he swallowed them back down without a trace.
Forget it, he thought, looking at his gritting-teeth Friend, it was better not to provoke him.
My sister has a partner, now my Sister is going crazy—it is truly a wonder of the world.
Seeing that Shiratori Midori seemed determined to be stubborn, Gin gave a light cough, calling back the girl's wandering sanity: "Snap out of it."
Midori blinked her eyes and looked at him plaintively, complaining, "I thought you would have helped me hold them off for a while!"
I didn't expect you to commit Betrayal!
Although it wasn't marriage, but an engagement.. Ahhh, why does the word 'marriage' even exist in this World? Why!!
Shiratori Midori looked completely devastated, so Gin paused and chose to change the subject.
Gin's gaze fell upon the Milk in Midori's hands, he spoke just to fill the silence: "Milk? I recall you don't particularly like Milk."
The brown-haired girl looked down and gave a soft huff. "It's so I can grow taller."
What a strange reason.
It was so unfamiliar that even Gin was momentarily stunned.
What a familiar reason.
It was so familiar that Gin quickly recalled the past events hidden within his memories.
The Silver-haired man tilted her head, her gaze shifting toward the Kitchen, before saying nonchalantly, "Milk is useless to you now."
Shiratori Midori: "……"
She grit her teeth. "I think I can still struggle a bit."
A cold gaze was cast indifferently upon her, as if carrying a hint of pity.
A tall person's pity for a short person.
Shiratori Midori: ".."
Before she could even voice her protest, Gin let out a light chuckle—a chuckle that carried a hint of mockery:
Stop struggling.
She paused, then added a finishing blow: "You should think about how old you are."
Midori grit her teeth. "I look much younger than you!"
Gin raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't change the fact that you're already thirty."
For women, age is an eternal fatal weakness—for Midori, while it is wonderful to be resurrected after a "slumber," the fact that ten years of youth have flowed away like water and can never return is a bit heartbreaking.
Looking at her appearance, which seemed no different from before in her daily life, Shiratori Midori could at least comfort herself, but when the bloody reality was exposed by her Friend, Midori let out a cold laugh, put down the Milk in her hands, was about to rise up.
Gin kindly reminded him, "You can't beat me."
Shut up!
A throw pillow flew straight at his face.
..
The outcome goes without saying.
Since her youth, Shiratori Midori has never been Gin's opponent, not to mention that he has ten more years of experience than her.
—For Midori to win, Gin would have to let her win as easily as a floodgate releasing water.
Of course, there is no need for us to discuss things that are Impossible.
After a thorough stretching of her muscles and bones, Shiratori Midori was pressed into the Chair, gasping for breath, her face filled with a sense of utter despair.
He struggled to move his Shoulder, saying listlessly, "Let me go—"
Gin complied.
The brown-haired girl sat back down on the sofa.
Drenched in sweat, Shiratori Midori was certainly exhausted, but her mood was truly wonderful; at the very least, the resentment that should have been weighing heavily on her heart had been relieved quite a bit after a bout of 'activity'.
Midori blinked her eyes and raised her hand to her forehead, the sweat on her arm and forehead mixing together, feeling sticky and somewhat uncomfortable.
"I'm going to take a shower." He coughed, looking up at Gin, staring with considerable frustration at his Friend's tall and handsome figure—and his long, powerful legs.
She felt like breaking his legs! Let's see if he can still show off his height in front of me!
He complained indignantly in his heart, Midori clearly knew the opportunity was slim—but doesn't everyone have their fantasies? What if it actually comes true?
Gin took the opportunity to take his leave. "I'm heading out."
She added another sentence: "Calm yourself down."
“Wait—!” Shiratori Midori hurriedly stopped her. “Don't go yet!”
Seeing the Silver-haired man cast a curious gaze, Midori propped herself up with one hand and sat up straight, a gentle smile appearing on her face once again.
“Um.. I have something I'd like to trouble Azhen with.."
Gin frowned. "Speak properly."
Shiratori Midori: "……"
She clenched her teeth slightly, her cheeks bulging. "I want to see Akai Shuichi!"
Gin: "Huh?"
The Brown-haired girl lifted her face, wearing a look of entitlement, spoke with sharp, clear articulation: "I worked my ass off to raise two damn precious cabbages, they've all been dug up by people! Can't I even see what kind of pig they are?!"
Her green eyes widened as Shiratori cursed, "Who the f**k—"
The second half of the sentence was swallowed by her lips and tongue, as Midori raised an eyebrow and looked at Gin: "What, is it not okay?"
Not [male]—
Gin paused for three seconds, looked at the energetic Friend before him, suddenly uttered a sentence.
Do you want to eat hotpot?
Chapter 214: Chapter 195 I Didn't Say Anything Else
Eating hotpot in the winter—
—It's wonderful!
Heine, who had happily accepted the invitation to go to the specified Target, looked at the people around him and felt that the scene was strangely familiar.
Sheila, herself, Borse, Gin, another one, Rye—who should be called Akai Shuichi now.
Heh, how could it not feel like déjà vu?
A few years ago, they gathered together like this to eat Hotpot, okay?