Chapter 143

He didn't know that her husband's vanity-driven divorce caused Yuigahama Yui to lose her father's love from a young age, so as a mother, Yuigahama Kaho naturally had to take care of Yuigahama Yui in every aspect~

"It's a sponge chiffon cake; if the coffee is bitter, you can add sugar."

Yuigahama Kaho gently picked up the portion belonging to Kitakami Yoru and placed it in front of him.

A small piece of fluffy cake decorated with fruit, no cream, a cup of black coffee, a bowl of sliced fruit.

"Thank you."

Kitakami Yoru reached out politely to receive it.

When taking the coffee, he accidentally touched Yuigahama Kaho's warm hand slightly.

As soon as they touched, they separated.

Kitakami Yoru felt a tingling sensation, very uncomfortable, and also a bit excited.

Yuigahama Kaho didn't take it to heart at all, smiled, and took a sip of coffee.

Tasting the dessert after lunch.

Yuigahama Kaho, from the perspective of a classmate's mother, asked Kitakami Yoru a few questions from time to time.

Until the afternoon, when the coffee had been refilled twice, she stopped.

"Kitakami-kun is unexpectedly pure and handsome, and also so charming; if he went to star in an idol drama, a romance drama..."

Yuigahama Kaho was in a good mood, and the smile at the corner of her mouth had never faded.

"Oh, by the way, Kitakami-kun, could I ask you one last thing?"

Yuigahama Kaho remembered something.

"You say?"

Kitakami Yoru stood up.

"Don't move, it'll be done soon, wait a moment."

Yuigahama Kaho faced the business, not dragging her feet at all, acting decisively.

Kitakami Yoru sat back on the booth sofa and waited for a while.

Yuigahama Kaho came out with an apron bearing the cafe's name and logo.

If he wasn't mistaken, this should be a work uniform.

"Could you please put on this work uniform and take a few promotional photos?"

Yuigahama Kaho was calculating.

Kitakami Yoru was so charming and handsome, and young too.

Printing it on a flyer or posting it on social media to promote the cafe couldn't be more appropriate.

Those crazy young girls wouldn't be curious to come and see the handsome guy?

"Sure, no problem."

Kitakami Yoru reached out to take the apron.

"Don't rush, I want to help you tidy up your hair."

Yuigahama Kaho smiled and held the apron high.

"Oh, I'll do it myself."

Kitakami Yoru reached out to touch his hair.

"Do you know how to groom it yourself?"

Yuigahama Kaho pouted her alluring lips.

"I'll help you!"

Then, she shouted in a very firm, unrefusable tone.

Kitakami Yoru was stunned, standing there at a loss.

"Come on, Kitakami-kun, auntie will help you groom it handsomely~"

Yuigahama Kaho walked up with a smile, walking behind Kitakami Yoru.

"Then... then okay."

Kitakami Yoru couldn't refuse, nodded with a stiff body, and sat upright.

Simply more upright than a gentleman.

Back then, when he treated Eriri, that arrogant young lady, cruelly, he wasn't like this.

"Come, don't be afraid, don't move around."

Yuigahama Kaho's body fragrance drifted into Kitakami Yoru's nasal cavity, slowly spreading into his brain.

Those pearl-like, jade-like, snow-white small hands gently pulled open Kitakami Yoru's hair.

Black hair spread out like a waterfall.

Yuigahama Kaho's eyes were full of gentleness and a hint of playfulness; Kitakami Yoru's reaction was too pure and shy, right?

Standing behind Kitakami Yoru, she could feel the young boy's body in front of her tightening, his shoulders trembling slightly.

"Before, Kitakami-kun even thought I was Yui's sister..."

Yuigahama Kaho's fingers formed a claw, gently pulling open Kitakami Yoru's hair, slowly combing it down.

Thinking of this, she gave a shallow sneer, her expression extremely beautiful.

The tangled hair was combed out.

The movement was extremely gentle, and Kitakami Yoru slowly relaxed, but didn't dare to look back.

He knew that as long as he leaned back, he could fall into an ocean of gentleness.

Yuigahama Yui's figure was already quite good among her peers.

The one behind him was Yuigahama Yui's mature mother, not to mention.

"Good hair quality."

Yuigahama Kaho quickly collected her thoughts, her fingers circled to the front of Kitakami Yoru's hairline, and she pushed his hair back.

The hair at his ears spread out, revealing the owner's embarrassment with slightly red earlobes.

"Eh?"

Yuigahama Kaho opened her mouth slightly, as if she had discovered a new continent, staring at Kitakami Yoru's ears intently.

Kitakami Yoru felt as if his ears were being burned by a ball of flame, getting hotter and hotter.

"No way?"

"Is he shy already?..."

Yuigahama Kaho opened her mouth in slight surprise.

Could it be?

Kitakami-kun would have thoughts about her?

She was already old, old enough to be his mother.

And she was a classmate's mother...

"Hee heh hum..."

Yuigahama Kaho thought this way, not angry at all, but instead felt a faint pleasure and shyness.

She didn't take it seriously; it was just a thought that flashed through her mind.

Her movements didn't stop; Yuigahama Kaho gathered all of Kitakami Yoru's hair back, grabbed it gently, and layered it.

Took out a few black clips and clipped the excess hair.

Then, she rolled up Kitakami Yoru's hair, seemingly wanting to tie a small braid.

Feeling it wasn't quite right, she tied it into a bun above the occipital bone.

"Is it done?"

Kitakami Yoru's scalp was being pulled; he could feel his hair being tied up.

"The back is done, now it's the front."

Yuigahama Kaho walked to Kitakami Yoru's side, her hand gently resting on Kitakami Yoru's shoulder.

Guiding Kitakami Yoru to turn around and face her.

Yuigahama Kaho was slightly taller than Yuigahama Yui, and Kitakami Yoru was sitting on the booth sofa.

This caused Kitakami Yoru, who was sitting down, to have his line of sight level with Yuigahama Kaho's full chest, and they were very close.

So, Kitakami Yoru quickly closed his eyes, his adrenaline constantly soaring, and he began to get nervous.

Yuigahama Kaho, on the other hand, was like someone who was fine, looking at Kitakami Yoru, who had closed his eyes, at close range, smiling shallowly.

Using her fingers, she gently separated a few strands of hair from Kitakami Yoru's bangs on both sides.