Chapter 245

However, she sat firmly on the sofa, simply unwilling to face him, and didn't speak.

"Hmm... hmph... hmph..."

On this side, Aoyama Nanami’s complexion had completely changed, flushed incredibly red, and her eyes were rolling slightly upward.

The whites of her eyes occupied half the territory within her pupils.

Her hands were still covering her mouth, but she couldn't avoid emitting unconscious, tiny, trembling light moans full of female hormones from her throat.

Kitakami Yoru behind her pursed his lips helplessly; Aoyama Nanami came to him, and now she was ignoring him?

It was truly strange, but her ears were quite fun.

Since she wouldn't speak, then wait for him to tug her ears and tickle her!

A flash of helplessness and a light laugh full of inexplicable meaning crossed his eyes; Kitakami Yoru switched to using his index finger, lightly probing into the contour of Aoyama Nanami’s inner ear.

Just tugging the outside, she was already like this.

Inside, could she handle it?

The girl enduring the torment and discomfort clearly perceived Kitakami Yoru’s mischievous finger, and in her heart, she desperately shouted...

"Don't... absolutely... hmph hmph..."

"You can't... Kitakami-kun... ears ah ah... where..."

"I'm going to die... it's so itchy..."

A strange sensation seeped into her cells, marrow, and nerves, like countless parasitic insects desperately burrowing into every fragile and sensitive part of Sawamura Spencer Eriri’s body.

It wasn't just itchy.

She also wanted to stop Kitakami Yoru!

But she couldn't.

"If you don't speak, I'm going to sleep."

Kitakami Yoru hadn't yet discovered the abnormality of Aoyama Nanami, who was facing away from him.

Urging her flatly, he used both hands, using his index fingers to scrape the cartilage position of her ears.

"Hmph ah..."

Her tightly closed little mouth finally couldn't hold on and loosened, emitting an incredibly sweet and greasy light moan, and Aoyama Nanami’s shoulders began to tremble.

Her little white-socked feet began to twitch in spasms...

"Could it be... tsk?"

Kitakami Yoru didn't stop his movements; instead, he went from bad to worse, bullying Aoyama Nanami’s ears, and clicked his tongue.

He withdrew his gaze and scanned his own chest.

Could it be that when I came out of the shower, I didn't wear clothes and was draped in a large bathrobe.

It was just...

"Barely covering my body, my thighs and everything were all exposed, and I’m alone at home with Nanami..."

"Nanami is very shy... could she be..."

While thinking, Kitakami Yoru’s thoughts temporarily stayed there, motionless.

His hands, however, were absolutely unwilling to stop.

He thought, could it be that Nanami was shy because she saw him come out without clothes, wearing only a bathrobe?

Although it was a bit exaggerated, a woman’s heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea...

Besides that, what other reason could there be?

"Nanami...?"

Kitakami Yoru hurriedly withdrew his hands, his face awkward as he curled his fingers into a fist, and spoke gently.

But Aoyama Nanami, who was simultaneously enduring the impact of ice and fire and wished she could find a piece of tofu to crash into and die, how could she respond?

"Nanami, I'm sorry, I only just realized you..."

"Shall I go get you a glass of water?"

Kitakami Yoru, who thought Aoyama Nanami was shy, now felt awkward and shy himself, so he used it as an excuse to stand up and leave quickly.

Footsteps sounded, and he ran into the kitchen.

"Ah... hmph..."

The last bit of strength was hummed from her mouth; Aoyama Nanami, like a candle blown out by the wind, collapsed face-first onto the sofa.

San-San, with its keen sense of smell, smelled a faint, strange odor...

"Kitakami-kun is too bad..."

"He even knows this, he discovered it... I can't go on living..."

Consciousness gradually recovered from the blur; Aoyama Nanami’s heart and body were burning, but her hands and feet began to turn cold.

She couldn't go on living...

Losing...

It was so embarrassing...

The next second, she uncontrollably twitched a few more times.

Kitakami Yoru was in the kitchen, spinning around in a panic, holding a glass of water in his hand.

"Should I go out later?"

"I'm in my own home, wearing a bathrobe isn't too much, right?"

"Is Nanami really like this?"

He really didn't understand, and Aoyama Nanami wasn't willing to say.

After dawdling for a few minutes, Kitakami Yoru made a loud noise when he walked out to remind Aoyama Nanami that he was coming over.

"Nanami, drink some water..."

Kitakami Yoru saw Aoyama Nanami finally sit up, her face so red it could bleed, and spoke awkwardly.

"Do you have... ice water?"

Don't misunderstand; Aoyama Nanami wanted to drink ice water, not to hint at Kitakami Yoru.

In fact, she wanted to send Kitakami Yoru away!

"Yes, wait a moment."

Kitakami Yoru had ice cubes frozen; he placed the cool water on the table and glanced at Aoyama Nanami again.

He returned to the kitchen to prepare the ice water.

"Sigh... it's over... was it really discovered, was it seen..."

Aoyama Nanami sighed, hurriedly picked up the cool water, and took a small sip.

Now she urgently needed to replenish water, even though she wasn't thirsty at all.

The next moment, Aoyama Nanami glanced at the kitchen; hearing the sound of the refrigerator opening, she guiltily splashed the water onto her skirt!

A brand-new skirt, worn for the first time, hadn't even been warmed up yet...

She splashed the remaining half of the water onto the sofa she was sitting on.

A whole glass of water, only one sip taken, all wasted!

"Hoo... this should be fine."

Aoyama Nanami smiled slightly, relieved, and pursed her lips as she looked toward the kitchen.

Kitakami Yoru came out with the ice water at the same time and saw Aoyama Nanami with her skirt soaked through.

"I... I accidentally didn't hold it steady..."

Before he could speak, the words Aoyama Nanami had prepared in her heart blurted out.

After speaking, she lowered her head slightly, observing Kitakami Yoru’s reaction and expression.

Muddled through.

"It's okay, it's okay."

The small sofa was wet, and Kitakami Yoru couldn't sit down, so he had to hand the ice water to Aoyama Nanami first.

Taking advantage of the gap while Kitakami Yoru went to get a small chair, Aoyama Nanami poured water onto the small sofa again to cover up the evidence.

She didn't dare pour too much...

When Kitakami Yoru returned, she gulped down the ice water.

"Nanami, are you ignoring me because I came out wearing a bathrobe and exposed too much, making you feel embarrassed?"

"Eh?"