My System Always Wants to Force Me to Confess
Chapter 80: Shirakawa Sawahei, you old schemer!

Chapter 80: Chapter 80: Shirakawa Sawahei, you old schemer!

Shirakawa Sawahei poured a glass of hot water for the little girl.

The phrase "drink more hot water" seems to be a gag exclusive to Huaxia straight men. People in other places don’t really drink hot water. Neon restaurants even have ice water all year round, and with the sight of girls with bare legs in winter, many are willing to call Neon girls the strongest.

However, fortunately, the little girl in front of Shirakawa Sawahei didn’t have any resistance to hot water. She gestured for Sawahei to place it on the table and planned to drink it once it cooled down a bit.

"You can drink it now," Shirakawa Sawahei handed it over and said, "It’ll warm you up a lot."

Asano Nazuki’s eyes flashed, wishing she could kill this meddlesome pretty boy with her sharp gaze.

Is whether I can drink it the issue right now? The fact is, I can’t even sit up!

If I sit up... the secret I can’t let anyone see...

She thought for a moment and tentatively said, "How about... Shirakawa, could you find me a straw?"

If there’s a straw, maybe I can drink while lying down.

Drinking hot water with a straw?

Shirakawa Sawahei had a strange expression; this kid couldn’t have really burned her brain, could she?

He looked at Asano Nazuki’s complexion and realized it was indeed unusually flushed. At this point, he didn’t bother probing what she was up to anymore and directly asked, "Asano, do you want to check your temperature again?"

"No, no need!"

Asano Nazuki quickly stopped Shirakawa Sawahei’s actions. The flush on her face was purely from being covered by the blanket. If her temperature got taken by the pretty boy, this fake illness couldn’t continue.

"Are you sure you don’t need to?"

"Really! I took fever-reducing medicine and feel much better now..."

"Oh..."

Shirakawa Sawahei once again reached out, wanting to change the towel on her forehead.

"What are you doing!" Asano Nazuki grabbed his hand again, her voice shaking.

"Trying to change your towel..." Shirakawa Sawahei was once again puzzled.

"It’s been quite a while; we should change it, right?"

"No need!"

"I like the feeling like this..." Asano Nazuki gritted her teeth and replied word by word.

This pretty boy, why is he so obsessed with the towel on my forehead? Does he have a problem!

Bothersome siscons really are a bunch of irrational guys!

At that moment, Shirakawa Sawahei also realized, oh, this little girl has a secret.

Without showing any expression, he withdrew his hand and said, "I see..."

"So, Asano, is there anything else I can help with?"

Asano Nazuki quickly expressed that his coming was already making her happy. There was no need for him to trouble himself; just sitting there was the greatest help to her.

The two of them chatted aimlessly for a while, and Shirakawa Sawahei took out his phone to check the time, then spoke.

"It’s getting late; I should be going now."

"Oh, leaving so soon..."

Asano Nazuki pretended to try to hold him back for a second, but only for a second, then went with the flow and bade Shirakawa Sawahei farewell.

She was worried the pretty boy would shamelessly stay since this damn siscon was quite quirky and often played by his own rules.

"See you next time, Shirakawa. I’ll get better soon and return to school."

"If I fall behind on any subject then, I hope Shirakawa can help me catch up." Even at this moment, Asano Nazuki didn’t forget to plot how to approach him next time.

Shirakawa Sawahei acknowledged with a hum, picked up his bag, and left the room.

As the sound of the door closing came, Asano Nazuki finally let out a sigh of relief.

She carefully took the towel off her forehead and sat up straight on the bed. It could be seen that there was a red bump looking bruise on her delicate and cute face, from her forehead to between her eyebrows, as if struck by something.

Asano Nazuki picked up a mirror to look at her face, couldn’t help grinding her teeth in resentment.

Damn heartless woman, one day I’ll make you pay!

And that pretty boy! I will never let him off!

She fumed for a while, picked up the water Shirakawa Sawahei had poured, took a sip, and then put the cup down again with a frown.

The pretty boy is still a pretty boy; even doing small tasks well isn’t his thing. He claimed the water temperature was right when it’s obviously still a bit hot!

As she silently criticized Shirakawa Sawahei, she caught sight of a familiar figure at the door, watching her with a complicated expression.

Asano Nazuki: ???

Shirakawa Sawahei, you sneaky X!

You’re not gone yet!

In that moment of shock, Asano Nazuki forgot she still had water in her mouth; she gaped her mouth open, with water slowly slipping from the corners of her mouth, looking a bit foolish yet cute.

In Shirakawa Sawahei’s eyes, however, it was hard to decide whether this scene should be described as cute or funny. The little girl’s forehead had swollen up, strangely reminiscent of the Antarctic Immortal...

Although not to such an exaggerated extent, it was overall a bit comical. The little girl usually bragged about being a little angel, and now wishing came true on some level—the Antarctic Immortal is still considered a deity after all.

A deity should surely have a higher status than an angel, right?

Thank you, brothers, for the laughs, sincerely.

They awkwardly exchanged glances for a moment, then Shirakawa Sawahei cleared his throat and spoke, "...I left something here."

Of course, that was a lie; he had been standing at the door just to see what medicine the little girl was selling in her gourd. Unexpectedly, he discovered such a scene, leaving him stuck in a dilemma neither in nor out.

Asano Nazuki paused for a moment, then silently swung out her trump card and started wiping her tears with her small hands.

"Boohoo..."

Although the crying was fake, it was filled with emotions like embarrassment, irritation, and anger, so genuine that Shirakawa Sawahei couldn’t detect it was a performance.

He was at a loss because on the surface, the young girl Asano Nazuki had no fault and didn’t gain any advantage, but instead, Shirakawa Sawahei somewhat calculated against her.

Understanding his wrongdoing, Shirakawa Sawahei braced himself to comfort her, "I’m sorry... Asano..."

"It’s just me being too curious... Maybe... you could scold me a little?"

Asano Nazuki didn’t say a word, just kept crying. If she had really scolded Shirakawa Sawahei a bit, he would feel better. But this little girl, doing nothing else, just kept wiping her tears; even a deity wouldn’t know what to do in this situation, let alone Shirakawa, a straight guy who’s never dated.

It felt as if he was taken back to that evening when he met the gangsters, where the young girl wept like a pear blossom in the rain. The only difference was that back then, the little girl cried beautifully, whereas now...

After crying for a while, Asano Nazuki gradually stopped and extended her hand to Shirakawa Sawahei.

He quickly handed over the warm water on the table.

The little girl replenished herself with some water, quietly bowed her head without saying a word, before finally asking, "You saw, didn’t you?"

Shirakawa Sawahei awkwardly nodded.

The bump on your head is so conspicuous, even if I said I didn’t see it, you wouldn’t believe me, right?

No wonder she specifically took a sick leave and wouldn’t let me visit, turns out it’s because her head was beaten to a pulp, making her unpresentable.

Kind of curious about whose masterpiece it was that hit so artistically.

"Did you laugh?"

"Didn’t laugh." Shirakawa Sawahei resolutely denied in the face of this deadly question.

Although he chuckled secretly in his heart, as long as no sound came out, it doesn’t count as laughing.

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