Chapter 156

He didn't know that her husband's vanity led to their divorce, causing Yuigahama Yui to lose her father's love since childhood, so as a mother, Yuigahama Xianghui 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 Xianghui gently brought the portion belonging to Kitakami Yoru and placed it in front of him.

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

"Thank you."

Kitakami Yoru reached out politely to receive it.

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

Once they touched, they separated.

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

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

Tasting the dessert after lunch.

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

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

"Kitakami-kun is really unexpectedly pure and handsome, and also so charming; if he went to act in idol dramas, romance dramas..."

Yuigahama Xianghui was in a good mood, and the smile on the corner of her mouth had never been retracted.

"Oh, right, Kitakami-kun, could I trouble you with one last thing?"

Yuigahama Xianghui remembered something.

"You say?"

Kitakami Yoru stood up.

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

Yuigahama Xianghui 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 Xianghui came out with an apron featuring the cafe's name and logo.

No mistake, this should be the work uniform.

"Could I trouble you to put on this work uniform and take a few promotional photos?"

Yuigahama Xianghui was calculating.

Kitakami Yoru is so charming and handsome, and also young.

Printing it on promotional flyers 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?

"Okay, no problem."

Kitakami Yoru wanted to reach for the apron.

"Don't worry, I want to help you comb your hair."

Yuigahama Xianghui 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 Xianghui said unhappily, pursing her alluring red lips.

"I'll help you!"

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

Kitakami Yoru was stunned, blankly at a loss.

"Come on, Kitakami-kun, Auntie will help you comb it handsomely~"

Yuigahama Xianghui smiled and walked behind Kitakami Yoru.

"Then... then okay."

Kitakami Yoru couldn't refuse, nodded stiffly, and sat upright.

Simply, more upright than a gentleman.

At the beginning, he wasn't like this when he treated Eriri, that arrogant young lady, cruelly.

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

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

That pair of pearl-like, jade-like, white little hands gently pulled open Kitakami Yoru's hair.

Black hair spread out like a waterfall.

Yuigahama Xianghui's eyes were full of gentleness, and a trace 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, and his shoulders were trembling slightly.

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

Yuigahama Xianghui's fingers clawed, gently pulled open Kitakami Yoru's hair, and combed it down slowly.

Thinking of this, she chuckled shallowly, her expression beautiful.

The tangled hair was combed open.

The movement was extremely gentle, and Kitakami Yoru also 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.

Behind him was Yuigahama Yui's mature mother, not to mention.

"The hair quality is good."

Yuigahama Xianghui quickly composed herself, her fingers circled to the front of Kitakami Yoru's hairline, and pushed his hair backward.

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

"Eh?"

Yuigahama Xianghui parted her mouth slightly, seemingly discovering a new continent, and stared intently at Kitakami Yoru's ears.

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

"No way?"

"Is he shy even from this?..."

Yuigahama Xianghui parted her mouth in surprise.

Could it be?

Kitakami-kun would have ideas about her?

She was old enough to be his mother.

And she was also the mother of his classmate...

"Hee heh hum..."

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

She didn't take it seriously directly, just a thought that flashed by.

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

She took out a few black clips and clipped the excess hair.

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

Feeling it wasn't quite suitable, she tied it into a bun, at the position 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 Xianghui walked to Kitakami Yoru's side and gently placed her hand on Kitakami Yoru's shoulder.

Guiding, Kitakami Yoru turned around to face her.

Yuigahama Xianghui 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 Xianghui's full chest, and they were very close.

Therefore, Kitakami Yoru quickly closed his eyes, his adrenaline soared, and he started to get nervous.

Yuigahama Xianghui was like someone who was fine, looking at Kitakami Yoru who had closed his eyes at a close distance, smiling shallowly.

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