Chapter 196

Kitakami Yoru's expression changed inexplicably, he coughed awkwardly twice, and put the book back in its place.

Inside the cafe, many girls discovered Kitakami Yoru and started talking while secretly looking at him.

The waiter took three cakes and packed them up.

After paying the bill with the discount, Kitakami Yoru walked out.

"Kitakami-san... you finally came out..."

Aoyama Nanami's voice was very urgent.

Kitakami Yoru couldn't understand why she was in such a rush.

Residential area.

"Is it good?"

Kitakami Yoru asked Aoyama Nanami beside him.

"Good... mm-hmm... aren't you eating?"

Aoyama Nanami's flexible little tongue licked the cream off her lips.

As a voice actor, how could she dub without a flexible tongue?

"I'm losing weight."

Kitakami Yoru smiled.

"Give the remaining one to Gabriel; I ate two, and I'm already sick of it."

Aoyama Nanami actually didn't like sweet things very much; she preferred sour flavors.

Kitakami Yoru glanced sideways and nodded gently.

Returning to the apartment, Kitakami Yoru followed behind Aoyama Nanami and didn't go back when they reached the second floor.

He still followed.

"What's wrong?"

Aoyama Nanami asked curiously.

"I have something to tell you, let's go to your place."

Kitakami Yoru supported his forehead in distress; if he didn't make Aoyama Nanami learn a lesson, it wouldn't work.

"Click—"

Aoyama Nanami opened the door with her key and let Kitakami Yoru walk in first.

It wasn't his first time at Aoyama Nanami's home, so there was nothing much to see.

Sunlight shone through the glass window onto the living room.

"You still have something to tell me?"

Aoyama Nanami changed into slippers and walked to the living room.

"Sit down..."

Kitakami Yoru sat on the small sofa and patted the spot next to him.

Aoyama Nanami's eyes revealed doubt and restraint; she kept her legs tightly together and sat down.

Then she shifted her bottom.

"Aoyama-san, do you know you did something wrong?"

Kitakami Yoru turned his head, and while speaking, reached out his hands.

"Wrong? Wrong?"

Aoyama Nanami hadn't realized the seriousness of the matter yet.

"Are you stupid?!"

"Being bullied like this, why didn't you tell me?"

Kitakami Yoru shouted, his eyes filled with anger, and he fiercely folded Aoyama Nanami's hands behind her head.

Aoyama Nanami was stunned; she hadn't expected Kitakami Yoru to do this at all.

"Do you know now?"

Kitakami Yoru was shouting completely.

"Know... know..."

Aoyama Nanami's nose felt sore, and her red, swollen eyes welled up with tears again.

"I don't think you know. If something similar happens in the future, you definitely won't tell me right away, right?"

Kitakami Yoru sneered and slowly leaned his head toward Aoyama Nanami.

Aoyama Nanami's misty brown pupils suddenly dilated, and she struggled nervously.

But she had long forgotten that her hands were being held behind her back by Kitakami Yoru; no matter how hard she twisted her waist, it was useless.

Kitakami Yoru pressed up directly, pushed Aoyama Nanami onto the small sofa, and pressed his whole body against her.

"Ki... Kitakami-san... you want to..."

"What are you doing?"

Aoyama Nanami called out in panic; her body was pressed so she couldn't move, but there wasn't a trace of fear in her heart.

Just panic and shyness.

"Hmm?"

Kitakami Yoru's face got closer and closer, as if he were about to kiss her.

His hot breath, carrying rich hormones, rushed crazily onto Aoyama Nanami's face, which had a faint blush.

"I... I was wro... I was wrong..."

"Knowing you were wrong... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Aoyama Nanami first stared straight at Kitakami Yoru's face; when she felt they were about to kiss, she turned her head to the side in shy panic.

Facing the television.

"Don't turn your head, look into my eyes?"

Kitakami Yoru hummed, moved his hands away, and gently supported Aoyama Nanami's little head.

His palms pressed on her hair, slowly straightening her back.

The simple, kind, and shy beautiful girl couldn't exert any strength at all.

She widened her eyes, feeling her line of sight straightening bit by bit.

Until she met Kitakami Yoru's gaze, she was so anxious she couldn't even catch her breath.

"It... it's like being forced to kiss."

But if she agreed, it wouldn't be a forced kiss, but a kiss, right?

"Ah!"

Just as Kitakami Yoru's lips were about to touch her face, Aoyama Nanami screamed.

"Do you know you were wrong?"

Kitakami Yoru pressed for an answer.

"Ah... I know... know... cough cough... know..."

In her panic, Aoyama Nanami didn't care about anything anymore.

"Don't do this in the future. If something similar happens, or anything else, forget it... just tell me if anything happens."

Kitakami Yoru sighed, his eyes relaxed; after standing up, he pulled Aoyama Nanami up along the way.

Aoyama Nanami's face was flushed red; she thought Kitakami Yoru was going to kiss her.

"You scared me to death, Kitakami-san."

"If I don't scare you, will you remember?"

Kitakami Yoru said speechlessly.

"I won't do it again..."

Aoyama Nanami rubbed her red eyes and looked at her toes.

It had been a long time since she had received such thoughtful care.

"Alright, tell me if anything happens in the future; I'll help you, don't be afraid to trouble me."

Kitakami Yoru stood up and said slowly.

"Just this once, I really, really know..."