"Just because you don't lie doesn't mean you can answer this kind of question, right? Forget it, how do you know Santa Claus is fake?"

"I made a wish to receive a star, but it never came true. I did get several meteorites with craters."

"...Santa Claus is so pathetic."

Kujo Miki raised her elbow and lightly pushed Watanabe Toru's chest: "Then when did you not believe in Santa Claus?"

"I didn't believe in that kind of thing from the beginning."

"I say I believe it, but you say you don't believe it. Do you want to appear mature on purpose?"

"I've never even wet the bed."

"Sure enough, you are lying to me. I know there is no truth in it. I saw that when you confessed, you said 'you fell in love with me as soon as we met', which was also a lie."

Miki Kujo left Toru Watanabe's arms and walked forward quickly.

"Wait a minute, what I said is true!" Toru Watanabe took the balloon and chased after him.

"Mei Ji, Mei Ji, listen to me!"

"Do not listen."

"I really didn't lie to you! How could I lie to you!"

Kujo Mihime, wearing a red trench coat, hugged her elbows and walked with her slender legs.

"Okay, okay, I wet the bed, I wet the bed."

Kujo Miki stopped and asked him coldly: "How old will you be?"

"Half years old?"

Miki Kujo walked forward again.

"One year old, one year old!"

Miki Kujo was very satisfied and leaned her slender body into Toru Watanabe's arms again.

"It's not easy to fall in love," Toru Watanabe said with a sigh.

"How dare you tell me that you've never peed before?" Miji Kujo poked his nose with her finger, "You can lie more convincingly to me."

"Yes Yes Yes."

"Yes? Are you really going to lie to me?"

"No!"

I thought it would take a long time to walk, but in the blink of an eye I could see the orange Tokyo Tower.

If you stand there and look down at Tokyo, which is decorated with lights at this time, you will see a river of lights.

There are many people queuing up to climb the tower, but just watching from below is enough.

The colorful neon lights are ever-changing,

Dots of lights fill the streets on winter nights, bringing light and warmth to people.

Looking at these, all the gloominess of this year will be relieved under the baptism of light, and we will look forward to next year.

When I was lost in thought, a gust of cold wind blew.

Watanabe Toru was fine, Kujo Miki couldn't help but trembled.

Perhaps because her ears and cheeks felt cold, she put on the hat on her coat.

Under the brim of the hat, that delicate and small face is even cuter.

That look made Toru Watanabe unintentionally fascinated.

Miki Kujo noticed the change in his eyes, and raised an arrogant and contemptuous smile on her lips.

Toru Watanabe pulled her into his arms, held her cheek in the hat, and gradually moved his lips closer.

His face was close, and Miki Kujo's fair face began to waver.

Under the Tokyo Tower, her dark eyes reflected the light of stars.

When Toru Watanabe heard the sound of her heartbeat speeding up, her long eyelashes quivered gently like butterfly wings and she closed her eyes.

The two of them pressed their lips together.

From the corner of his eye, Toru Watanabe saw the bright lights, the intertwined flow of people, the gorgeous Tokyo Tower, and the shy roses.

The world is radiant, the scenery is breathtaking, everything is romantic and warm.

When the two separated, Toru Watanabe discovered that Shou, who was originally holding Miki Kujo, had hugged her at some point.

Miki Kujo also hugged him, leaning her rosy face in his arms.

The place where the two of you are is warm and romantic. Winter nights are no longer lonely, and the cold wind is no longer bleak.

"Watanabe."

Her voice rises and falls like the most beautiful melody in the world, and is as warm as the world's most powerful Gulf Stream.

Watanabe Toru hugged her tightly and smelled the fragrance of her hair.

"I'm not going anywhere." His tone was full of affection.

He put the ring on Kujo Miki with his own hands. If she were here, he would stay here.

Systematic tasks, high-quality New Year gift packages, transcendent skills, Watanabe Toru is unwilling to be bound by anything except himself.

The color of Tokyo Tower suddenly changes.

Miki Kujo pushed Toru Watanabe away.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I'm going back." Kujo Miki tidied her hair on her temples.

"...Huh?" Toru Watanabe looked at his watch, "It's only nine-ten. I want to stay with you for a little longer. If you're afraid of the cold, let's find a restaurant."

"No."

"Then I'll go back with you."

"Stop." Miki Kujo pointed her finger at Toru Watanabe's forehead, who was about to hug her, "I have work to do today."

"No," Toru Watanabe was speechless, "I can't even take a day off for Christmas? I'll be back home tomorrow."

"Just because it's Christmas, we have to work hard."

"What do you mean?" Toru Watanabe asked confused.

Kujo Miki crossed her arms and ordered: "You don't need to know the reason, just listen to me."

"......All right."

Watanabe Toru was confused and couldn't understand the Queen's thoughts.

Kujo Miki got into a luxury car that stopped at an unknown time and merged into the crowded traffic.

Watanabe Toru, who stayed where he was, was blown by the cold wind and began to hesitate whether to continue the system task.

After thinking about it, he decided to take a taxi back.

There was no taxi waiting for a long time, so I had to walk to "Kamiya Town" and take the train.

Walking on the road, pedestrians looked at him strangely.

Watanabe Toru looked at the balloon in his hand, wondering whether to give it to a passing child or tie it to a certain tree.

If you have a girlfriend around you, let alone holding balloons, even holding women's bags and wearing high heels are not weird.

After walking for five minutes, it was time to pay attention to Toru Watanabe, who was getting ready to eat something, when he saw a familiar figure.

Kiyono Rin wore a white turtleneck sweater, a long cardigan sweater, and a brown skirt.

In the streets illuminated by lights at night, with her black hair swaying, she is particularly charming.

"Watanabe-kun, why are you alone? Where is Kujo-san?" Ichimoku Aoi looked around.

"She suddenly said she wanted to work and went back." Watanabe said with a headache.

"You have to work even on Christmas? It's really hard for Kujo-san." Ichimoku Aoi nodded and said with some sympathy, "Then what are Watanabe-kun going to do?"

"go home."

"Watanabe-kun lives alone, right? It's okay to go back, so why don't you continue shopping with us?" Ichimoku Aoi suggested.

Watanabe Toru glanced at several people.

Tamamo is so beautiful and has an unhappy face; Hanada Asako has a nervous face; she has a slender figure and a small bag on her shoulder like Mai Asahi, an urban beauty, and her expression is indifferent.

"Forget it." He shook his head.

"Are you going back to Iwate Prefecture tomorrow? Let's play a little longer today." Rin Kiyono's tone was more of a discussion than an order.

"......All right."

Watanabe Toru followed them back again.
To be continued...