Chapter 70: The Youth Are Full of Vitality

Yuki Asahi tossed and turned on the bed, occasionally casting his gaze at the girl in front of the desk.

But in the end, he couldn’t resist sleepiness, always feeling like he had forgotten something before falling asleep.

The deep night of early winter wrapped the room in coldness.

Jiang Jian Yue sent a message to Morita Aoya, saying she wouldn’t go to school tomorrow and not to let anyone onto the Fifth Floor.

Then she sat upright on the swivel chair, her blood-red pupils scanning the outlines of the door and window warily under the dim light.

Time flowed slowly, the ticking of the clock’s hands exceptionally clear in the silence.

An hour passed.

Occasionally, the chirping of insects outside the window or the faint sound of distant vehicles drifted in. Each time, Jiang Jian Yue tensed up, but every time it turned out to be a false alarm.

Yuki Asahi had already fallen asleep, emitting soft snores.

Meanwhile, Jiang Jian Yue had somewhat overestimated her ability to stay up.

At first, her eyelids felt heavy.

Her vision blurred for a second now and then, the outline of the desk seeming to waver before snapping back into focus.

She shook her head sharply, forcibly dispelling the drowsiness, and dug her nails into her skin until it reddened.

There was no electric heater in Yuki Asahi’s room, nor any air conditioning—this was what he had forgotten before bed.

And as time passed, the temperature seemed to drop even further.

The cold of early winter kept invading, making it impossible for Jiang Jian Yue, who wore only a thin long-sleeved shirt, to retain any warmth. She could only wrap her arms around herself.

Cold and sleepiness formed an unbeatable combo, growing harder and harder to resist.

She tried to force her heavy eyelids open, but her vision felt as if it was covered in frosted glass.

Just as Jiang Jian Yue’s head was about to hit the desk and her consciousness was about to sever completely, a flash of inspiration struck—

Sculpting Transmutation!

Yes, that’s it!

Are you an idiot? Why did you only think of this now!

Jiang Jian Yue sobered up a bit, slapped her cheeks, stretched out her hands in a gripping motion, and subtle, dense clicking sounds quietly echoed from the corners of the room.

Human sculptures were continuously transmuted, quickly making the room feel crowded.

With a turn of her thoughts, the sculptures opened the window and leaped down one by one from the second floor, hiding around the Amuro Residence to keep watch.

With everything in place, the pressure of the night watch was dispersed among the sculptures.

Jiang Jian Yue’s taut nerves finally relaxed.

As soon as her body, drained from using Sculpting Transmutation, relaxed, an irresistible chill and deeper exhaustion surged over her, instantly overwhelming her.

She felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, the cold spreading from her feet to her fingertips, her consciousness flickering like a candle in the wind.

Instinct took over before rationality fell fully asleep.

The ice-cold chair and the frigid floor felt like torture devices.

But the only source of warmth in the room…

Was right in front of her.

Jiang Jian Yue didn’t even have time to consider whether it was appropriate, nor did she care about the so-called “adult composure” or her plan to lower affection points.

Cold and exhaustion made her body move before her mind could think.

In the dimness, Jiang Jian Yue stood up with her last ounce of strength, her movements shaky.

Her target was crystal clear—the bed where Yuki Asahi lay, still carrying the warmth of a boy.

She brought a chill with her as she lifted a corner of the blanket and slipped under it without hesitation, placing the P320 on the bedside table.

Comforting warmth instantly wrapped around her, her trembling body relaxing at once. Jiang Jian Yue let out a relieved, satisfied sigh.

“Mmnh…”

Then she completely surrendered, letting the heavy drowsiness sweep over her, softly swallowing her whole.

Her eyelids glued shut, too weak to even lift, her cold nose unconsciously pressed closer to the edge of the warmth.

So comfortable Zzzzz

Suddenly, a soft body carrying the chill slipped into the futon.

Yuki Asahi, half-asleep, opened his eyes and instantly went rigid, his heart pounding as if it would leap out of his throat!

He could clearly feel the girl’s icy fingers pressing against his side through the thin fabric.

He felt the slight tremor transmitted from her slender frame.

And the sudden limpness after she relaxed.

The faint scent from his senior filled his nose, and the nose pressed against his chest exhaled warm breaths, all like feathers, making his entire body tingle.

His golden eyes widened in the darkness. He was so tense he forgot to breathe, his mind going blank.

How… how did it become like this?

Why is senpai…?

Feeling the coldness of the girl’s body, Yuki Asahi’s thundering heart calmed slightly.

Senpai is trembling—she must be too cold.

Yuki Asahi wasn’t sure if she was still conscious.

The sudden intrusion from the girl filled him with endless wild thoughts and excitement.

But… recalling the negative emotions he’d sensed before, he found himself unable to read senpai’s thoughts, and his heart grew heavy.

Yuki Asahi tried to quietly shift his body, just wanting to put a little distance between them.

However, he only managed to move a finger, his hand clenched at his side so tightly it broke out in sweat.

This minuscule movement, almost negligible, seemed to disturb Jiang Jian Yue, whose exhausted instincts sought warmth.

She let out a muffled sound of dissatisfaction from deep in her throat, almost unconsciously.

“Mm…”

Her head rubbed against his chest, pressing even closer, like a kitten seeking a cozier spot.

The soft, sweet nasal sound was bewitching, shattering the courage he had just managed to gather.

Yuki Asahi felt a flame ignite in his lower abdomen, the body pressed against his through the fabric… felt as if there was no barrier at all, the curves of the girl’s figure clear to him.

He didn’t dare to move even a fraction.

His senses seemed infinitely magnified.

The girl’s warm breath continued to brush across his chest, steady and long.

The sound of his own heart pounding seemed to swell, nearly drowning out the faint noises from outside the window.

He could feel every slight shift at the points where their bodies touched.

It’s over, now I really can’t move at all…

Yuki Asahi was as stiff as a log, even holding his breath as light and shallow as possible.

He was afraid even the faintest movement of air would wake the senior in his arms, who was completely unaware of what she’d done and totally defenseless.

It wasn’t until pale light seeped through the window that Yuki Asahi finally couldn’t hold on and drifted off to sleep.

***

In his shallow sleep, Yuki Asahi sensed the bright sunlight streaming through the window, and a confused instinct told him—

This isn’t morning sunlight.

Yuki Asahi woke with a start, realizing a terrifying thing for a student had happened—he was late!

But he quickly relaxed again. Because of Ikeda Sachi’s existence, he had a good reason not to go to school and avoid dragging others into it, right?

He looked down at the girl still nestled in his arms and gently patted her head.

“Get out.”

Jiang Jian Yue mumbled unconsciously, the hand draped over Yuki Asahi’s back hugging him even tighter as she buried her head deeper.

gun? What does that mean? goron?

Yuki Asahi awkwardly shifted his hips backward, nearly falling off the Single Bed.

As everyone knows, young people are full of energy—in the morning, that energy overflows.