Dice has to give me spoilers for the plot of Ke Xue

"...The above, if you need to contact me again at any time."

The reception staff backed out with a smile, and the air suddenly became silent.

The curly-haired young man was sitting on the sofa, biting a cigarette, frowning slightly and staring out the window, as if he was thinking deeply.

After being quiet for a while, Riya thought about what she had been curious about since entering the door, and asked first: "Matsuda-kun, which style do you prefer?"

The reason why I ask this is because this hotel is very up-to-date. There are two separate bedrooms in the suite, both traditional Japanese style and Western style, which is convenient for travelers to choose.

"...It's all the same."

"That's right," she nodded in agreement, "The bedroom is a bit bigger than the single room, and it doesn't feel cramped at all, it looks very comfortable."

Of course the space will be bigger... because this is designed according to the range of activities for two people.

Noticing that her eyes looked at the Japanese-style room from time to time, Matsuda was slightly surprised while knowing it: "Do you rarely live in a tatami room?"

"Well, it's rare."

"So I'm a little curious," Liya said bluntly when she was seen, "Is it okay to live here today?"

It didn't matter what he nodded, the curly-haired young man just wanted to get up and move his luggage to the bedroom, when he saw her take the initiative to drag the luggage of the two into the two bedrooms respectively, his expression turned delicate for a moment.

This guy, maybe he didn't realize that this is a love hotel.

Forget it, this kind of thing is actually not important...

He sat back down again, lit a cigarette for himself again, and sure enough, soon saw his girlfriend who had stored her luggage open the barrier door and walked out briskly.

Satisfied with his arrangement, Riya is indeed in a good mood now.

As soon as he took two steps towards him, Riya suddenly noticed a small sparkling lake not far away from this height, subconsciously went to the window and looked carefully for a while, before confirming that it should be an open-air hot spring.

It seems that the scenery is very good...but there are only low shelters, could it be a natural hot spring that has not been taken care of.

I remember that I passed by when I came here. There is a very lively pedestrian street nearby, and it will probably be very lively at night.

Standing under the tanning sun but thinking about the night, she felt a little strange, but the corners of her lips couldn't stop rising.

I want to share this light feeling with him.

"Matsuda-kun, the scenery here is really nice, it seems we have a good eye."

Looking back at the curly-haired young man who was sitting quietly, her eyes were bent with a smile, and the green color of her eyes turned into a clear and bright light tone under the sun.

"……Um."

It took a while to recover, Matsuda Zhenping subconsciously wanted to push down the sunglasses, only to realize that the sunglasses had been put aside, and lightly lowered the neckline, but his face remained calm: "The scenery is beautiful."

"Is it a bit hot?" Riya noticed his little movements and suggested intimately, "Would you like to change into a bathrobe now?"

Thinking about the two bathrobes she picked out just now, she also felt a little bit looking forward to changing them, so she immediately walked back to discuss with him: "Matsuda-kun, let's change at the same time, it looks like it will be interesting?"

This is just an ordinary yukata, so what's so interesting about it.

Though thinking so, Matsuda Jinpei still stubbed out the cigarette butt, went back with her and changed into clothes separately.

—— Immediately, he received a burst of unsparing praise.

"Matsuda-kun in new clothes is very good-looking, and he is not the same handsome as usual." Riya praised sincerely, feeling like he was shining.

After all, he was originally a tall and straight figure, lined by well-fitting clothes, and his neat body lines were exceptionally smooth. It felt slightly different from a suit, maybe it could be called dignified?

An inexplicably fitting weird description... Her smile became brighter and brighter.

He straightened his collar uncomfortably, and suddenly remembered something, he put down his hands, showing a half-smile: "... so handsome that he sits by the window to attract attention?"

"Ah... yes, yes." This completely different style of words made her startled for a few seconds before she could react.

This is a casual word that I said a long time ago when I was hiding from gin on Mermaid Island.

The heartbeat couldn't help but miss a beat, Liya emphasized nonchalantly: "But I think it looks better now than before."

After staring at her for a few seconds, the curly-haired youth immediately brought up other topics: "Do you want to go out for lunch or let the hotel provide it?"

"...I remember that the hotel seems to have recommended special dishes, so I won't go out."

Matsuda Jinping had no objection.

"If you don't go out in the afternoon," she pondered for a few seconds, then turned to look at the big screen in the living room, and proposed enthusiastically, "Matsuda-kun, how about we watch a horror movie together later?"

Raising his eyebrows slightly in surprise, he nodded quickly: "Okay."

...The female ghost whimpered and wept, and suddenly approached the screen...

Riya took a sip of iced orange juice.

...The cute boy was chased to the corner, screaming with a desperate expression...

Liya tugged at his arm in surprise, and said in a surprised tone: "Matsuda-kun, the acting skills of the young actor are really great."

... The truth that has been buried for many years is revealed. It turned out to be a tragedy, and the tragedy will be passed on in a fateful way... The film is over.

Although she wasn't scared after watching two horror movies in a row, she still felt a little tired after the time spent. She couldn't help but yawned.

Sitting up straighter, Riya commented casually: "There is no such thing as fate, most of them are accidental, maybe there are traces to follow."

"Matsuda-kun," she turned to look at the curly-haired young man beside her, and asked seriously, "Do you believe in fatalism?"

"...Fate is destined to be unchangeable, is this?"

Seeing her nodding, Matsuda Jinpei thought for a while, and quickly gave an answer: "The so-called fate is just an excuse for my choice... I think so."

Riya laughed unconsciously.

With a light cough, the curly-haired young man raised his hand to straighten her loose long hair. Recalling her calm and composed performance the whole time, he couldn't help being curious: "I'm obviously not afraid of this kind of film, why do I want to watch it all of a sudden?"

"Because you thought Matsuda-kun would be afraid?" She blinked and patted herself on the shoulder solemnly, "I'm very reliable."

"..." Matsuda glanced at her wordlessly.

Smiling a few times, seeing him raising his hand and flexing his fingers, as if he was about to drop a chestnut in the next second, Riya hurriedly closed his eyes and made a gesture of surrender: "I was wrong."

But in the end, it came with a lighter force than expected, gently rubbing on the side of the face, and then squeezed and pulled as if discouraged.

Slightly stunned, he opened his eyes, and saw the curly-haired young man Mo Ke Nai He bent his eyes, and said with a smile in his voice:

"Are you still going out tonight?"

"Of course." The tiredness disappeared, and her eyes lit up.

So I spent a lot of time and went back a little late.

As a result, even the original purpose of soaking in the hot spring had to become the plan for the next day.

Ending today's slightly delayed good night, and taking a moment to calm down and breathe, Riya inexplicably reflected on herself for a few seconds.

It feels like the opponent is improving a bit too fast. Why is it... After spending the same amount of time, is she actually the one who is less efficient at learning?

Thinking absently, she didn't realize that she had been silent for several seconds until she suddenly came back to her senses, and hurriedly said, "Good night, Matsuda-kun."

"...Good night." Withdrawing his gaze, the curly-haired youth's voice was inexplicably erratic.

Back in the room, in the silence, she quickly restrained her thoughts and tried to fall asleep.

……

after an hour.

Bending down to take out the ice water from the refrigerator, unscrewing it and taking a sip, I was immediately shuddered slightly by the cold feeling passing down the esophagus.

Oops... soberer.

Holding the bottle body for a while, she sighed softly, and Liya decided to take it home and warm it up before drinking.

Turning her head, she was startled by the shadow in the darkness, but soon she recognized the familiar silhouette, and blinked blankly: "Matsuda-kun, aren't you asleep?"

"...I'm already awake," his voice was still a little sleepy, his eyes were completely clear, he stepped forward and stretched out his hand to her, "Come here."

"I'm just a little uncomfortable with tatami..."

The green eyes flickered for a few seconds, Liya explained a little, and at the same time obediently came to hold his palm.

Pulling her into his arms with a little force, but touching her cold side face with his head, Matsuda Jinpei couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "What do you want to tell me today?"

...Sure enough, very sharp.

"Actually..." The words flowed from his mouth and swallowed back, Riya rubbed and rubbed the fabric of his back with his fingertips, and finally just muffled, "Actually, I regret it and want to change rooms with you. "

"Okay." He agreed very readily, and took the initiative to pull Li Ya to his room.

"but……"

Before that tone could be let go, "but" was brought up again, and Riya was dragged by him through the darkness, a little absent-minded: "but what?"

"But you have to be responsible for your own choice." Tucking her under the quilt, the curly-haired youth sat down on the edge of the bed and finished speaking unhurriedly, "Tell me what I wanted to say today, and I will leave this room to you. "

"..."

Seeing how he was waiting, Riya sat in the middle of the quilt and was silent for a few seconds, with a complicated mood: "What if I just don't say anything?"

"I will be angry if I get robbed of my room." He emphasized "serious consequences" in an emphatic tone.

"Oh..." After thinking for a few seconds, she suddenly stepped back, put her hands on his chest, pushed him back hard, and thoughtfully handed out half of the quilt to him, blinking solemnly, "But I didn't snatch you." Room, this is called sharing."

Unprepared and caught off guard by the attack, Matsuda faced the ceiling face-to-face, seriously reflecting on whether he was acting too harmless.

Sighing slightly, he turned over to his side, lowered himself to a dangerous distance, and bit down on his soft cheek: "Aren't you really going to tell me, the reason for your abnormal mood today?"

"No abnormality." Riya stood still, thinking that she was a sculpture.

The sharp tooth tip was retracted a moment before it was pressed hard, and it turned into a warm kiss and fell again: "I was so absent-minded that I didn't even listen to the receptionist's introduction that this is a couple suite...?"

"Wh-um."

After a pause for a few seconds, Matsuda Jinhei began to wonder who he was torturing when he parted again. However, he remained calm on the surface, but his tone slowed down slightly: "Suddenly I want to watch a horror movie I don't like..."

After hesitating for a few seconds, he moved the point of the kiss slightly down according to the original pace.

Not sure if it was the sense of danger that the blood vessel was touched, the moment the blood accelerated, Riya lost her voice for a moment.

But this time his voice sounded a few seconds later, giving enough space, and he said slowly and with difficulty: "...or should we start from the Mermaid Island?"

"—Wait Matsuda-kun." She finally couldn't help but surrender.

"Or the complex bomb disposal techniques you learned from the elementary bomb disposal instructional video?"

The blood that had just warmed up was freezing rapidly, and the vocal cords that were stretched even made the pronunciation jerky: "...you didn't ask about it later."

"Although I don't know how to do it, it should be a one-off. It's completely embarrassing for you to show it again?" He sighed.

"..." Of course it was embarrassing, even though she took the time to study later, she couldn't even tell how high a level was needed to reproduce the bomb disposal on the train.

Sensing the sudden stop, Matsuda Jinping stretched out his hand to pick up her cold body, only to realize that he seemed too scary.

While his heart softened, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Riya, you actually didn't realize how gullible you are, and you didn't even deliberately hide those doubts from me."

Yes... He clearly knew his sensitivity, but it seemed that it was difficult to really guard against him once he got close.

Thinking back now, in the undefended state, she didn't even know how many doubts she had exposed... The barriers and concealments that were deliberately ignored seemed to be clear at once.

She was almost fully awake, as if returning to reality through a dream, and subconsciously wanted to break free from his hand.

--fail.

After using some skills to hold the person firmly in front of him, Matsuda Zhenping sighed silently in his heart.

...actually, I didn't intend to be so straightforward.

However, the fear or wavering that has been faintly felt has become more and more obvious in the nearer and closer distance. If he continues to ignore it, maybe the gap will grow into a real crack... That is not the result he wants.

And after coming out this time, Riya is already close to the edge of the defense line, only a little bit of thrust... Even if it is not today, he will find another opportunity to solve this potential crisis that has never occurred, and kill the slightest possibility of it breaking out of the ground.

"Riya, can you answer my three questions?"

Bowing his head against her forehead, trying to convey the warmth, Matsuda Jinhei's voice was softer and lower than ever, as if he was worried that any louder voice would disturb the night.

"……Can."

"You still love the cherry blossoms on your shoulders, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Are our emotions real?"

"Yes."

"So, the last thing...you have to do, have you been persecuted?"

"Huh?" Liya was startled slightly, with complicated emotions, "No, I'm just doing what I should do."

"Then do what you want," the man's voice was determined, and his bright smile almost overflowed, "but don't put yourself in danger easily...you promised me to do it?"

"...um." A trembling but equally firm voice.

Accidentally bullied his girlfriend to cry, and had to spend a hundred times more patience than bomb disposal to solve the aftermath.

Then came the self-inflicted torture.

Subconsciously, he will listen to the shallow breathing from his side, but this will only make it more difficult to sleep... Matsuda Jinpei tried his best to keep a restrained distance, but he couldn't get rid of the distracting thoughts, so he could only try to coexist.

He sighed a few times tonight, couldn't help but grabbed the soft palm that was unsuspectingly opened to him by his side, brought it to his lips and bit it lightly.

"...Damn guy."