Chapter 241

No wonder, there’s a cooling patch on the forehead.

Can’t drink alcohol anymore in the future...

"Hmph, I clearly put you under the bed, yet in your daze in the middle of the night, you actually dared to climb onto the bed and squeeze me. You made me so mad!"

"And you snatched my blanket. I’ll kick you to death."

Fujiwara Chika’s face was flushed red, and she wasn’t even afraid that Kitakami Yoru would expose her lie.

On the contrary, not lying and letting Kitakami Yoru know that she didn’t mind sleeping in the same bed with him, and even kissed, rubbed, and touched him, would be the truly shameful part.

"Kitakami-kun, you did that on purpose, didn't you?"

Fujiwara Chika reached out her small hand and lightly tapped Kitakami Yoru’s shoulder, accusing him first to gain the upper hand.

"I really didn't. I was sick, I was dazed..."

"How could it possibly be on purpose... I can swear to it..."

Kitakami Yoru took it for truth and explained anxiously.

According to Fujiwara Chika’s description, he suddenly felt that he was heinous and terribly wicked.

"What’s the use of swearing?"

"You scared me to death. Luckily I kicked you off the bed; I don't know how you climbed back up again."

Fujiwara Chika curled her lips in dissatisfaction. Hitting him with her hand wasn't enough, so she stretched out her little foot to kick him lightly again.

"I am very sorry for causing you trouble."

"Fujiwara-san, please forgive me, haha..."

Kitakami Yoru saw that Fujiwara Chika had a bit of a temper but wasn't truly angry, so he pressed his palms together and bowed.

"I'll kick you to death, I'll stomp you to death..."

Fujiwara Chika vented her shy, thin anger.

A moment later.

She stood up and said flatly: "Rest for a while, I'll take you away in a bit."

At this time of day, all the elders in the house were out.

But Fujiwara Moeha was still there, and Fujiwara Chika didn't want her sister to see Kitakami Yoru talking nonsense.

"Alright, it's noon anyway."

Kitakami Yoru calmed down and stood up with a smile.

"I'm going to tidy up and change my clothes. You stand outside the door, and you are not allowed to peek!"

Fujiwara Chika stood up as well, her expression fierce as she raised her little foot, aiming the sole of her foot at Kitakami Yoru’s face as a warning.

It seemed that if Kitakami Yoru dared to say a single word of dissent, she would stomp him to death!

"Fujiwara-san’s little feet are very cute and pretty, you should probably stop waving them in front of my eyes."

Kitakami Yoru tried hard to control his mouth from swallowing his saliva; this was just too delicate and cute.

"You... what did you say?"

"Pervert, get out!"

Fujiwara Chika blushed, retracted her foot, pointed at the door, and said in annoyance.

Kitakami Yoru wasn't a fool; having slept in the same bed for a night, this was Fujiwara Chika’s reaction today.

At the very least, she didn't hate him, right?

Just a little joke.

Complimenting her feet as delicate, pretty, and cute wasn't going too far.

"Hurry up."

As if Kitakami Yoru were a flood or a wild beast, Fujiwara Chika found him too slow and even used her hand to push him from behind.

"Pat—"

Fujiwara Chika closed the door as if guarding against a thief, let out a long sigh, and leaned against the door, patting her chest.

So tired, so embarrassed, so annoying...

Her facial expression was cute, and her little feet below stepped together, shyly entwining.

Fujiwara Chika, who was still relatively lacking in certain knowledge, didn't know that there was such a fetish as foot fetishism in the world.

She simply thought that Kitakami Yoru was teasing her or joking.

Or perhaps he was telling the truth.

Kitakami Yoru stood quietly outside the door, curiously looking around Fujiwara Chika’s home.

Luxurious...

Fujiwara Chika spent some time calming her mood before opening the wardrobe in the room.

She actually had a walk-in closet.

But for now, she just picked something at random.

Taking out a blue and white dress, Fujiwara Chika went to the full-length mirror, preparing to change.

She had already undone two buttons of her pajamas when her hand holding the dress paused.

"If I wear this, will it not look good?"

In her heart, inexplicably, Fujiwara Chika became conscious of Kitakami Yoru.

With Kitakami Yoru around, how could she be so casual!

And...

Now that she was alone, she calmly recalled.

Kitakami Yoru, who woke up first earlier, hadn't he seen her sleeping, and seen her in loose pajamas?

Although her upper body had been grabbed a few times by someone in a daze, and her bottom had been slapped hard.

But at that time, Kitakami Yoru was asleep; it should have been an unconscious sleepwalking state.

Waking up was completely different!

"I hate you, I dislike you, Kitakami-kun."

Fujiwara Chika’s beautiful willow eyebrows furrowed together, and she sighed as she hung the dress back.

She carefully selected clothes and matching shoes, feeling extremely conflicted.

Actually, sometimes there is no need to care too much about other people’s thoughts and gazes.

Strangers, at most, you will only see them once in this lifetime.

Even for people you interact with often, once you get used to it, you won't care too much.

Kitakami Yoru sat down, bored, and yawned: "Why is Fujiwara-san taking so long?"

Half an hour later.

Fujiwara Chika finally pushed the door open, having changed into a white printed short-sleeve shirt and a red plaid skirt, coming out with a smile on her face.

Picking clothes took fifteen minutes.

Mental preparation and relaxing her mood took fifteen minutes.

"Ready?"

Kitakami Yoru asked, without any sign of impatience.

"It's fine, I'll take you out."

"I'll lend you my transit card so you can take the train home."

Fujiwara Chika pulled the door shut and handed over a transit card.

"I have one in my pocket."

Kitakami Yoru smiled and patted his pocket.

How thoughtful.

"Oh..."

Fujiwara Chika said "oh" and led Kitakami Yoru downstairs.

Her house was super big.

The first-floor living room was a large, independent area.

Fujiwara Moeha heard footsteps, pricked up her ears, and poked her head out to look.

"Thank you, Fujiwara-san, I've troubled you again."

Kitakami Yoru’s voice came through.

"You're welcome, thank Moeha more."