Anime Crossover: About How I Spoiled an Angel

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"You're clearly the most adorable person, aren't you? Please have some self-awareness!"

"Are you sleepy? Shall I hold you while you sleep?"

Su Qing pulled back the blanket a little, peeked out, and by the light of the bedside lamp, he saw the fine downy hair on the back of Zhen Zhou's neck, like dandelions on the snow.

"Wait...you still haven't told me if the little squirrel found its glowing pine cone." Mahiru looked up and blinked.

“I hope it can be found,” Su Qing replied.

"I hope so too." Mahiru smiled sweetly, then asked nervously, "Are we going to sleep now?"

"If you're not sleepy, I can stay with you, it's okay."

"No... I didn't mean that, I meant..." The girl's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and Mahiru's gaze wandered back and forth between Su Qing's lips and collarbone, "Haven't we... kissed in a long time?"

Upon hearing this, Su Qing was taken aback, and then lowered her head as Zhen Dao's beautiful eyes widened little by little.

As if to prevent Mahiru from escaping, the large hand stroking the girl's back tightly.

Mahiru felt as if she were about to completely melt into the other person's body at this moment.

The sweet scent of strawberry-flavored lip balm lingered around Su Qing's nose, as if to fill the void of the past few days. This kiss broke all previous records.

The moonlight lingered on the windowpane, condensing into a dampness.

After a long while, the two reluctantly parted their lips.

"Is a goodnight kiss enough?" Su Qing's eyes were intense, yet still gentle.

"That's enough..." Mahiru seemed to have all her strength drained away, and she collapsed weakly into the other person's arms.

Goodnight, Zhoubao.

Su Qing gently stroked Mahiru's head, her voice incredibly gentle.

Goodnight, Qingbao~

The girl's cheerful voice escaped from her arms. Su Qing smiled and then reached out to turn off the bedside lamp.

The world was pitch black, yet as warm as day.

As Mahiru felt this familiar sense of security, her excitement and nervousness gradually dissipated.

Actually, Qingjun told me bedtime stories just to make me less nervous, right?

So cute.

I definitely like Qingjun the most.

Also, I've found my own glowing nut!

So, little squirrel, keep up the good work!

嘻～

A murmur tinged with a triumphant smile seeped into the fabric of Su Qing's clothes like a whispered dream.

Su Qing opened her mouth, but heard a long, even breathing sound coming from her arms.

Mahiru had curled up into a small ball and drifted off to sleep peacefully, listening to her heartbeat, which sounded like a lullaby.

He looked down and examined her by the moonlight, gently brushing away the strands of hair that clung to her lips with his index finger.

"I like you the most too."

His voice was as soft as the sigh of snow falling on the windowsill, his fingertips stroking the tuft of hair that was sticking up in her sleep. "Goodnight, little squirrel."

The snow had stopped sometime earlier, and the moonlight quietly bathed the two of them in the gentle curve of their lips.

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Chapter 351 Morning and Breakfast

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The next day.

As dawn broke and the sky began to lighten, the soft sunlight gently flowed through the hazy white mist, reflecting off the creamy, fluffy snow on the asphalt road.

At that moment, clear sunlight streamed in through the window.

Mahiru slowly woke up in the languid cradle.

So comfortable, so warm.

This was the most restful sleep she had ever had, bar none.

As expected, the beds at Qingjun's house are definitely softer.

Mahiru couldn't help but think.

The girl quickly sat up, rubbed her sleepy eyes, a single hair sticking up on her head, and looked around at her surroundings. Now she seemed to finally be a little more awake.

She really did spend the night at her boyfriend's house yesterday!

Upon realizing this, before she could even feel shy, a huge wave of doubt swept over her.

What about Qingjun?

Where has my great and virtuous ruler gone?

The spot that originally belonged to Su Qing is now empty, with only a faint lingering warmth remaining to prove what happened last night.

Qingjun...where have you gone?

Mahiru pursed her lips, her fingertips tracing the sheets, a glimmer of light in her eyes.

Suddenly, the sound of porcelain clattering came from outside the door. Upon hearing it, Mahiru ran out without thinking.

The girl's slippers were inadvertently kicked aside by her.

……

"Hmm... this should be enough to eat, right?"

Su Qing arranged the breakfast she had just made, took a small bite, and seemed quite satisfied with her masterpiece. So she decided to wake up Mahiru.

However, just as he looked up, Mahiru appeared before him with her hair disheveled.

"You're up?" Su Qing said with a smile.

But when he noticed that the other person was barefoot on the floor, their toes curling up in the cold, he couldn't help but frown. "Why aren't you wearing shoes? Go put them on, or you'll catch a cold."

"okay."

Mahiru nodded as if she were dozing off, saying this but not moving her body.

she was thinking.

It turns out that Qingjun was making breakfast for me.

You haven't left me, have you?

Seeing this, Su Qing took a step forward and urged, "Aren't you going yet? Or do you want me to carry you?"

"No need, no need, I can dress myself."

Mahiru was startled; it wasn't a good idea to do something so exciting so early in the morning.

As soon as she finished speaking, she darted back to her little burrow like a nimble snow rabbit.

Su Qing stood there, watching the girl's fleeing figure, sighed softly, and then chuckled softly.

So this is what it looks like when you first wake up.

……

Mahiru quickly put on her slippers and came out of the room.

"I've prepared a pink toothbrush and cup for you, and disposable face towels. Just come over and eat after you've finished washing up. I've got everything ready."

Su Qing glanced at Mahiru's ahoge (cowlick), suppressed a laugh, and said.

Perhaps because she had just woken up, the girl hadn't realized anything was wrong; she only thought her boyfriend was really thoughtful, having prepared everything.

But just as she entered the bathroom and was brushing her teeth and washing her face in front of the makeup mirror, she seemed to realize something, and the arm holding the toothbrush suddenly stiffened. Then she stared at the ahoge (cowlick) in the mirror.

He tilted his head, his eyelashes fluttering down, revealing a mixture of curiosity and doubt.

Huh, did I hear that right?

Did Qingjun make breakfast?

Hmm... Is it really safe to eat...?

It wasn't that Mahiru doubted Su Qing's abilities.

Although such an idea is terrible, the other person's cooking skills are really worrying.

She remembered that not long ago she had overheard her classmates talking about the terrible dish he made in home economics class...

Hachiman: Wait, this has nothing to do with me!

But that was a breakfast that Qingjun specially made for her, so what if it tastes bad?

The girl turned her head to the side, her eyebrows curving into crescent shapes.

After washing up, Mahiru tidied her hair a bit to make sure she looked okay before coming out.

"Try it and see if it suits your taste."

Su Qing was already sitting at the table, setting out the tableware for her.

"Looks like it's done really well!"

Mahiru sat down and glanced at the dishes on the table; she recognized most of them.

The main dish was curry udon with snow topping, the side dish was tamagoyaki (Japanese rolled omelet), and there was also a bowl of steaming tofu and clam soup.

This is quite a substantial breakfast.

Most importantly, it looks very appealing.

After taking a bite, the taste was surprisingly good.

Mahiru was puzzled. So who exactly was slandering Su Qing's cooking skills?

"How is it?" Su Qing didn't touch her chopsticks, but watched with expectant eyes as Mahiru swallowed the food.

"Very good, I think it's just as good as my cooking." Mahiru praised generously, then joked, "I feel like my role has become much smaller."

The girl was referring to the contract the two had made at the beginning.

Originally, she made that agreement because she couldn't stand the boy's eating habits, but Mahiru suddenly had a feeling that she was no longer needed.

After experiencing the change of day and night, people who have just woken up don't seem as grounded or secure as usual.

"Really?" Su Qing asked doubtfully, then smiled.

"I don't think so, let's not even talk about the distribution of three meals."

Since you love cooking so much, if I knew a little bit about it, we could have more in common.

And they can also help you with chores and stuff, right?

"This level of skill is more than just a little bit," Mahiru said with a slight smile. "If you were to help out, aren't you afraid I'd find you a nuisance?"

"I'm glad you're not afraid I'll steal your cooking skills," Su Qing shrugged, seemingly unconcerned.

“If you want to learn, I’ll teach you. I’m so happy that you can cook now. Otherwise, I was always afraid you would starve to death without me,” Mahiru said with a smile.

Seeing that Su Qing opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, she interrupted her seriously:

"You can't eat that junk food!"

Su Qing thought for a moment, then said inexplicably, "If it's because you're afraid of that, then even if I can cook, I'm afraid you'll still have to worry..."

"What?!" Mahiru roughly understood what Su Qing meant, and her cheeks turned the color of a sunset.

This is practically saying that without her, Su Qing is a useless person.

The girl thought for a moment, but really didn't know what to say. Seeing that the other person was still staring at her and not touching their chopsticks, she said with a hint of annoyance:

"You, you should eat quickly, or it'll get cold..."

"OK."