As soon as Yayoi returned to her room after taking a shower, she saw the white-haired long-eared and red-eyed monster Chubby on her desk that she hated to the extreme, and her face immediately sank.

“What are you doing at my house!” She tore off the towel on her shoulders, and threw it at Chubby, “Get out of here!”

The soft towel fell on the table with a clatter, and Chubby shook his head, staring straight at the frowning Yayoi.

“Why do you resist me so much?” It asked suspiciously, “Wouldn’t it be nice to have a wish come true?”

Yayoi raised her hands, sneered and said nothing.

“Don’t make me say it a second time, get out.”

She doesn’t have the slightest liking for things related to her family, whether it’s Chubby who keeps breaking into her house, or the perverted Qingyin band who tries to break into her house, she doesn’t like it, or even hates it.

Her family is her bottom line. Once this aspect is touched, even Yayoi, who is easy to talk and soft-hearted, will turn into a tyrannosaur protecting her cubs, exposing her brutal side mercilessly.

The quality of the wooden knives bought from the department store is still guaranteed. Yayoi glanced at Kewbi who was motionless, and walked towards the corner where the wooden knives were placed.

“Challenge my bottom line again and again, it seems that you haven’t been scared yet,” Yayoi chin Baweiyang made bursts of cracking sounds as he swung the brand-new wooden knife, “I have two choices for you, one is Get out by yourself, but I’ll kill you and put you in a garbage bag and throw it out.”

Natsume couldn’t find any information about Chubby-related monsters at all, and Yayoi herself didn’t have that much patience to find books related to Chubby. Her intuition told her that Chubby was not a good thing at all.

Girls like Yuko are most likely to be bewitched by these unrealistic things, and Yayoi plays the role of a parent who beats a mandarin duck, not giving them any chance to contact.

“One day, you will need me.” Qiubi said firmly, his red eyes flickered, and his tail raised slightly, “I will come again.”

The veins on Yayoi’s forehead finally popped out, she swung the knife down, and with a bang, the wooden knife hit the wooden table and made a terrible sound.

“Goodbye.” The cunning and agile Cupid jumped to the open window sill, and quickly escaped before Yayoi’s next knife fell.

“It’s so irritating…” Ya’s cheeks puffed up with anger, she curled her lips and closed the window.

Yuko’s anxious voice came from outside the door.

“Sister, what’s the matter? I heard a loud noise from the side—”

Yayoi hurriedly put down the wooden knife, stretched out her hands and quickly restored the somewhat cracked desk, and replied loudly: “No problem, I just accidentally dropped the book.”

Hmm… As for whether the book will make such a loud noise when it falls, it’s better not to explain this kind of thing indiscriminately, let Yuko figure it out by himself.

After a while, just when Yayoi thought Yuko had left, there was a light knock on the door.

“Sister…can I come in?”

The girl with long reddish-brown hair panicked for a moment. She reached out to straighten her hair, put the wooden knife away, and ran to open the door.

Yuko held her pillow in her hands, rubbed her feet, and asked expectantly, “Sister, can I sleep with you tonight?”

Yayoi was stunned for a moment, she scraped her cheeks with her fingers, and nodded helplessly.

>>>

In fact, Yuko and Yayoi have done a lot of things like sleeping together.

Usually Yuko finds an excuse to come to Yayoi’s room, and then occupies Yayoi’s bed.It was the first time Yayoi saw such a well-behaved Yuko.

After Yayoi agreed, Yuko raised a rare bright smile, ran in quickly, and said in a very doggy way that she would blow Yayoi’s hair.

“My sister’s hair is long and soft,” said Yuko who was holding a hair dryer, the sound of which almost covered her. “Does my sister plan to curl her hair?”

Yayoi shook his head lightly.

“Hmm…” Yuko, who couldn’t find the topic for a while, stretched out her voice, “Does my sister like someone?”

“……No.”

“It’s a lie, then—”

“Yuko,” Yayoi interrupted Yuko’s slightly boring topic, turned her head helplessly, and put her palm on Yuko’s wrist, “Have you seen Kewpie this week?”

The short-haired girl’s face froze, her originally skilled movements froze, and her voice began to stutter.

“No, no…” She answered guiltily, her hand holding Yayoi’s hair slightly exerted force, “It, it didn’t come to me anymore.”

“Is that so?” Yayoi replied lightly, and she didn’t force Yuko to tell the truth, so Yuko was relieved.

Although Yayoi’s hair was long, it dried quickly after being blown by the hair dryer, and it was getting late. Yayoi asked Yuko to sleep on the side of the bed next to the wall to prevent her from falling in the middle of the night.

“Go to sleep.”

Time ticked by, and Yuko’s breathing gradually became longer, Yayoi let go of her hanging heart and closed her eyes.

>>>

It’s just that I haven’t seen her for a while, and it started to rain in that illusory and beautiful world.

When Yayoi opened her eyes, the rain from the sky was pattering down on her face, making her feel a sense of sadness involuntarily.

“…It’s raining.” She lowered her head silently, the tail of her long hair dripping with raindrops, which fell on the glass under Yayoi’s feet.

A gloomy world seems to be sunk in solitude. In such a huge place, only the “tick” sound of rain falling on the ground can be heard, which is clear and frequent.

There was the sound of clothes rubbing and rustling behind him, and Yayoi tilted his head slightly. The short hair of the white-haired beast, like a little hedgehog, was now sticking to his face obediently. good student.

“This is the first time in this world that it rains,” he said softly. Compared with the feeling of vitality before, now he is sick and seems to be unable to cheer up, “It’s strange, when it’s sunny When it was raining, I hated it for being too static. But as soon as it started raining, I started thinking about sunny days.”

He raised his head, his cold golden eyes carried the calmness that Yayoi had seen for the first time, without any waves.

“I hate this place.”

The edges around the pure white clothes are all black. Except for the golden eyes, the white-haired boy looks like a character that a cartoonist forgot to color, lacking a sense of reality.

When Yayoi’s pair of emerald green eyes looked over, he found that the opponent’s nails had turned an unsightly black.

“Do you know about umbrellas?” Yayoi tilted her head, raised her eyebrows and smiled, “It’s something that can block the rain.”

That kind of lonely expression is suitable for the white-haired boy at all. He should be confident and strong, instead of standing quietly like this, doing nothing.

“Umbrella, of course I know, don’t treat people like idiots, idiot!”

“Yeah, you’re not an idiot, you’re a beast,” Yayoi echoed, talking nonstop and starting to hurt each other, “Master, take an umbrella out to keep out the rain, it’s very cold.”

“I’m not a beast, I’m ‘Xu’, idiot.” The white-haired boy stretched out his hand, and an umbrella appeared in his hand out of nowhere, “Take it.”

It was the first time for him to act according to Yayoi’s words, and he was usually so polite after letting Yayoi meet his requirements, probably because of the weather.

For a moment, Yayoi felt that it was good for the rain to continue.

“Come here a little bit, I can’t cover you.” Yayoi tugged at the white-haired boy’s clothes, turned sideways and raised the umbrella to cover most of his body.

Splashes of water spread out on the umbrella, and slowly slid down the umbrella ribs, forming a hazy rain curtain.

The white-haired boy was momentarily sluggish, his face looked stupid when he was blank, Yayoi couldn’t help but pursed his lips into a smile, and his mood gradually improved.

Actually…it would be nice to meet him.

“Why does it rain here?”

He glanced at Yayoi sullenly, still with that decadent and powerless expression: “Isn’t it because of that trash Ichigo, that despair is born in my heart, and it will rain in my inner world.”

As soon as Ichigo, the master of the inner world, was involved, Yayoi thought of a question she wanted to ask a long time ago.

“You and Mr. Zhanyue, what the hell are you?”

The white-haired boy has always said that he is a “void”, but according to Yayoi’s definition, a “void” is the fallen soul of human beings, which is different from the definition…so it feels a bit subtle.

“I’ve said it before, I’m ‘Xu’,” he repeated impatiently, his limp hair dripping into the water, “What’s the use of knowing Mr. Zhanyue’s identity?”

Yayoi was choked by his rhetorical question, and puffed her cheeks slightly angrily.

“Just asking, and there will be no loss of a piece of meat.”

“Yo, it’s my freedom not to answer that time.” He lowered his head abruptly, and the tip of his cold nose touched Yayoi’s, causing a chill. “You shouldn’t know too much.”

“…don’t get so close, sir,” Yayoi leaned back, staring at the white-haired boy in a strange posture, “I’m afraid I can’t help but slap you a few more times.”

“As far as your strength is concerned, you are as weak as a mosquito, and I don’t take it seriously.”

“Don’t worry, one day I will swell your face!” When I go back, I will exercise my arm strength. It doesn’t matter if I become a muscular woman, and I must not be underestimated!

Yayoi felt that she could do anything for revenge!

“Ha, then I’ll wait.” Bai Mao sneered, the water from his hair flowed down his cheeks to the tip of his nose, and landed on Yayoi’s face.

“First… please distance yourself.”

Yayoi stretched out her hand, and gently pushed his face away with her white palm.Compared with Bai Mao, Yayoi’s skin is not as white as Fang’s, but he is more popular than him.

“I have one last question.”

“What is it?”

“You… really don’t have a name?” The red-brown long-haired girl blinked her emerald green eyes, and there were several water droplets hanging on her slender and straight eyelashes, as if they would fall to the ground in a second.

“No,” Bai Mao raised his hands and answered very quickly, “What am I going to do with that kind of thing?”

“In order to distinguish, idiot,” Yayoi said contemptuously, “you don’t have a name, how do others know it’s you? Could it be that ‘the man without a name’ came when they saw you! Do you think you are Voldemort? Who?”

This time, he was choked on changing the white hair, but what Yayoi said made sense, he was speechless.

“Let me help you name it, how about calling it a fool?!”

“…Not good.” The white-haired boy raised his hand to pinch Yayoi’s cheek, ruthlessly pulling and ravaging her.

“It hurts, it hurts—I hid (I was wrong)…” Yayoi apologized inarticulately, she held an umbrella in one hand, and only one left hand could slap off the opponent’s nasty claws, “I was just joking… …”

The rare active atmosphere (really?) was interrupted mercilessly, Yayoi felt a little stuffed, she was just teasing him out of boredom…

“I used to have a name,” he said, which made Yayoi’s eyes widen, “but I don’t remember it.”

Yayoi felt that…the amount of information in this sentence was a bit large, and she needed to digest it carefully.

But now she insists on giving Bai Mao a name, and it will be much more convenient to have a name when she scolds him in her heart. (seems to expose something)

“I don’t know how to name names very much.” Yayoi rubbed his flushed cheeks, “tell me Ichigo’s full name, let me refer to it?”

“Hmph, so you were trying to trick me,” Bai Mao said thoughtfully, but he still answered, “Kurosaki Ichigo.”

“Hmm… Kurosaki…” Yayoi’s big green eyes stared at Baimao for a long time before he smiled, “Black and white match, so your name is Shirasaki.”

“Shirasaki Beast!”