Chapter 244

It hurt herself.

Her small hands hurriedly rummaged through Kitakami Yoru’s clothes and pants; Aoyama Nanami checked carefully, her breathing almost frozen.

After a few moments, her hope was directly shattered.

She saw hair stuck on them again, on the pants, one or even two strands!

It didn't even need comparison to distinguish that the source of the three strands of hair was the same.

"Kitakami-kun spent the night with someone else last night..."

"No, no, no... it’s also possible he went on a date this morning, and the other person hugged him affectionately, getting the hair stuck."

Aoyama Nanami grabbed at the last straw in disbelief, her expression like a patient feeling unwell and highly suspecting a cancer tumor, waiting for the biopsy result for the final confirmation.

99% of her heart was deceiving her poor self.

"Yukishita Yukino?!"

Throwing the clothes back to their original place, Aoyama Nanami pinched a strand of hair with her index finger and thumb, and Yukishita Yukino’s beautiful voice and appearance flashed through her mind.

A thick sense of powerlessness and inferiority surged in her heart; Aoyama Nanami stared blankly at the hair, suddenly realizing.

This isn't right?

Yukishita Yukino’s hair isn't this short?!

Realizing this, Aoyama Nanami hurriedly grabbed Kitakami Yoru’s clothes, took off the three strands of hair, and stretched them out for comparison.

The basic length was consistent, with no error.

"The hair isn't Yukishita Yukino’s?!"

After comparing, Aoyama Nanami felt slightly relieved at first.

But then she didn't know what she was relieved about, or what she should do.

"Clothes..."

Mumbling a word, she swallowed her saliva and held Kitakami Yoru’s clothes to the tip of her nose.

A rich fragrance rushed toward her...

Aoyama Nanami’s hands were shaking...

So fragrant...

She couldn't deceive herself anymore; he had indeed spent the night with a girl.

A hug couldn't leave such a fragrant scent.

"But the person isn't Yukishita Yukino?"

Aoyama Nanami, surprised, covered her chest, her teeth lightly biting her fragrant lips.

"Click—"

At this moment, Kitakami Yoru, draped in a large bath towel, pushed the door open to greet her: "Nanami, wait a moment."

"I... Kitakami-kun..."

Aoyama Nanami froze for half a beat, immediately turned her head to see Kitakami Yoru smiling at her, and walked quickly back to the room.

"I should just leave."

Picking up the printed paper on the ground, Aoyama Nanami wanted to leave in a panic, but her whole body had no strength.

Before a few minutes had passed, Kitakami Yoru had dressed and walked out hurriedly, forcing Aoyama Nanami to stay and try hard to disguise her expression.

"San-San, you're rolling on my clothes, aren't you?"

Kitakami Yoru glanced at Aoyama Nanami, grabbed San-San by the scruff of its neck in complaint, and took it off his dirty clothes.

Subsequently, he sat down next to Aoyama Nanami and turned his head to look: "Nanami, tell me, what do you need help with?"

"Er... I... hmm... ah ah..."

Aoyama Nanami turned her head, facing Kitakami Yoru with half her body, stuttering and unable to respond immediately.

She was afraid that Kitakami Yoru would discover her own abnormality.

She gritted her teeth, reached out, threw the printed paper at Kitakami Yoru, and said with a trembling tone: "Help... help me... with this..."

"Nanami, you're so strange?"

"Why aren't you looking at me? And you're shaking while talking..."

Kitakami Yoru frowned slightly, didn't take it, but instead asked suspiciously.

"Help... help me..."

Aoyama Nanami was so scared that tears were about to fall; she could only repeat this sentence.

"What?"

Kitakami Yoru’s frown deepened, and he glanced at the printed paper.

Two copies, with text neatly printed between the lines.

Upside down, Kitakami Yoru couldn't make it out either...

"Nanami?"

Asking one last time, Kitakami Yoru’s gaze slid down from the top of Aoyama Nanami’s head and lingered for a second on her delicate, pink little ears.

Continuing downward, it landed on a pair of cute little white-socked feet.

Nanami rarely wears white socks...

Mumbling a word, Kitakami Yoru stood up, and the sofa bounced.

Aoyama Nanami felt Kitakami Yoru’s movement and hurriedly reached out to cover her face to block him from seeing.

She didn't know, in short, she didn't know.

The shy girl had no idea what to do, nor did she know why she had reacted this way.

"Eh, Nanami, you... did something happen?"

Kitakami Yoru’s bent legs slowly lowered, and he said in a reproachful tone.

What on earth is wrong with this Aoyama Nanami?

Not talking, not looking at him, not letting him look.

"Sigh..."

Sighing, Kitakami Yoru’s gaze landed on Aoyama Nanami’s little ears.

The only part exposed, easy to reach out and tug.

Kitakami Yoru slowly reached out, and just as he was about to touch them.

He stopped and spoke again: "Nanami, if you don't talk, I'm going to tug your ears..."

One second... two seconds...

As the three-second countdown fell, Kitakami Yoru’s fingers tugged on Aoyama Nanami’s ears, pulling them with appropriate force.

If he were willing to give Aoyama Nanami a few minutes, he would definitely receive a response...

In a mere three seconds, demanding a timely response from a girl in this state was completely impossible.

Kitakami Yoru, of course, wouldn't hurt Aoyama Nanami; after tugging a few times, he changed to a tickling method and moved closer:

"Nanami, if you don't talk or turn around, I'm going to tickle you."

The scene shifts to the other side.

Having her sensitive dead spot suddenly attacked and played with by the person she liked was something Aoyama Nanami had absolutely not expected...

Just from these few touches, she already had a strange feeling.

Yet she had no way to open her mouth and tell Kitakami Yoru.

The moment his fingers touched her ears, she had cried out, but she had tightly blocked her mouth, not letting Kitakami Yoru hear.

"No... I can't... hold it in..."

23: It's all plain water, don't lick it

Having her sensitive dead spot held in the hands of the person she liked, being lightly stroked and played with at will.

Aoyama Nanami had long since thrown all the wild thoughts in her heart to the nine heavens.

What Kitakami Yoru seeing someone else, Yukishita Yukino’s hair...

None of it mattered anymore.

At the moment, she was more afraid of her body’s strange reaction, losing face, and letting Kitakami Yoru discover it!

"Nanami, why are you like this?"

Kitakami Yoru asked while his fingers lightly brushed across Aoyama Nanami’s small, delicate earlobes.

From time to time, he would suddenly increase the force, scraping with his fingernails to stimulate Aoyama Nanami’s reaction.