Please Bully Me, Miss Villainess!

Chapter 87 : Please Hold My Hand Tightly

"Hmm... good, you've finished it all."

Seeing the clean bottom of the bowl, Yvonne finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As it was made for recovery, she wasn't confident about the taste.

Considering the burden on the patient's relatively delicate stomach, the porridge was cooked rather thin, using millet common in this area, with a small handful of ground barley flour added to increase thickness.

To make the porridge more digestible, it was cooked for a longer time, with some chives added to stimulate appetite, along with a small amount of dandelion and nettle to aid recovery. Not too much was added, as it would affect the taste.

"Evie~ Is there any special treatment for being sick?"

Having regained some energy, she started to act coquettishly.

"...What do you want to do?"

Let's be clear, she absolutely won't do things like flower kiss therapy.

Lying in bed, her eyes rolled playfully.

"Hmm~ Like staying with me all day... something like that?"

The request was unexpectedly modest.

"I'll think about it."

"...You actually need to think about it?!"

Seeing Elsa's dejected expression, Yvonne found it somewhat amusing and couldn't help but poke her cheek, then pinch it,

"Nngh—"

"If I agreed right away, you'd probably get carried away, right?"

She had already indulged her during feeding,

It's not like she's so weak she can't even hold a spoon, is it really necessary to be so dramatic?

"Just lie down properly, I'll stay with you."

"Liar~~ You're leaving right away, aren't you?!"

"I'm just going to wash the bowl!"

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Elsa watched Yvonne's back as she walked out of the room with some frustration.

Although she knew she wouldn't leave, even this temporary separation made her feel uneasy.

When people are sick and weak, they become vulnerable and subconsciously seek security—this theory seems to apply to her as well.

For her, acting coquettishly was just a means, merely a way to enhance her charm in the other person's eyes.

And now, it wasn't pretense, nor was it for any purpose, but simply wanting to keep her by her side.

This feeling of loneliness, is probably such an emotion, right?

...

Her head was throbbing with pain.

Getting a cold just from a bit of rain, this body is too frail.

"...Hand."

By the time she sat back down beside her, she was already a bit groggy,

She uttered this vague word with a hint of pleading, fortunately, she understood quickly and naturally took her hand.

"Sleep without worry."

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As a girl herself, her hand wasn't much smaller than her own, but when held, it somehow gave an impression of delicacy and smallness.

Although she wanted to say 'there should be a limit to coquettishness', in reality, her tolerance for her coquettishness was far higher than she had imagined.

At this point, even if she said she wanted to sleep together, she would probably agree.

...

—If only there was a smartphone.

Sitting beside her on nursing duty, staring at her face, Yvonne suddenly had this thought.

It wasn't that she suddenly wanted to play on her phone or surf the internet. Although in her previous life she was a modern person who couldn't live without a smartphone, after coming to this low-entertainment world for so many years, she had more or less adapted,

The sudden desire for a smartphone was only because of a thought she herself had previously considered stupid:

—She wanted to take a picture of her girlfriend's sleeping face to use as a lock screen or wallpaper.

Uwah!!... It's really stupid! Just thinking about it feels incredibly stupid!!

She felt ashamed for having such a thought. If she really did that, how would she be any different from those affected couples she used to despise?!

Before falling in love, Yvonne thought she would never engage in such excessively sentimental behavior no matter what, but once she found herself in it, she was left with only the thought of 'so what if it's stupid'.

Can't be helped, who told this face to become more adorable the more she looked at it.

Although she knew she would definitely miss her smartphone for various reasons, she never imagined it would be for this reason.

...

What will they become in the future?

If they can successfully deal with all the messy stuff like the destruction flags and the system, Yvonne wants to live well together with her in this world.

It doesn't matter if they can't be nobles anymore. With a bit of magic, they should still be able to find decent jobs.

And with Elsa's level... it can be anticipated that she will become highly sought after in the near future.

In that case, there might be quite a few competitors emerging...

Thinking of this, Yvonne felt somewhat troubled.

A girlfriend being too popular isn't necessarily a good thing for oneself.

Others who are reincarnated into another world might choose to expand territories, establish themselves as kings, or even conquer the world, becoming the strongest in history...

Compared to those protagonists, Yvonne felt she lacked ambition.

She doesn't want to engage in fighting and scheming. Her parents are still alive and well, and she has no revenge to take or wishes that must be fulfilled,

Being able to continue living peacefully like this is already very satisfying for her.

Even in such a remote place, she thinks living together with her family is not bad.

However... if they live here together...

...

What to do…

Without realizing it, she had imagined their entire life together in her mind.

This is probably what they call being love-brained...

Emerging from her daydream, her senses returning to the hand holding hers, Yvonne felt her face heating up.

There's still a large blank space on her life checklist,

But this makes it more convenient for her to fill it in together with Elsa, so it's not bad.

...Get well soon.

Holding her hand, she was also enveloped by drowsiness.

There are so many things I want to do with you...

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Had a bad dream.

The suffocating feeling finally ended.

Waking up gasping for breath, she realized her back was already drenched in cold sweat.

After calming down, she found their hands still properly clasped, and she was safe and sound. Her wildly beating heart finally began to slow.

...Was it just a nightmare during illness?

But if so, this dream was far too real,

She could even recall all those terrible details

The expression at the moment of death, the gradually cooling body, and her own near-breakdown emotions.

—So real it was almost as if it had actually happened in some world.

"...Why are you crying again?"

The hand that was still holding hers even in the dream now stroked her sleep-tousled hair, then gently embraced her.

"I'm still here, aren't I?"

"..."

"I didn't know you had such a cute side too."

"Then, since I'm cute, hold me a bit longer."

"...You're really impossible."

"After hugging, I want a kiss too."

"...Don't push your luck!"

Despite saying this, she still gave her a kiss in the end.