Chapter 257

Kitakami Yoru waved his small hands vigorously, gently driving away a cat that had stood up, its fur as black and thick as black ink.

And it was very fat, a very round cat.

"Meow meow..."

Sansan tilted its round little head and meowed twice in succession, not understanding Kitakami Yoru's words.

Mistaking that its owner was playing with it, it retracted its claws and patted Kitakami Yoru's palm with its hand.

"Forget it, Chika, you can sit on that small chair, or I'll go sit on that small chair." Kitakami Yoru raised his head helplessly.

The small sofa was the most comfortable to sit on, the most suitable for dining, and one could also watch TV.

Two people sitting, just enough to have enough room to move.

Unfortunately, Sansan didn't want to leave.

The weather was cool at night now, several degrees lower than last week, not suitable for sitting on the floor.

Even if a thin carpet was laid down.

"Eh, is this your cat, Kitakami-san?"

Fujiwara Chika watched for a while before speaking in surprise.

She had never heard Kitakami Yoru say that he kept such a fat cat!

"Yeah, didn't you also keep that dog, Pes?"

Kitakami Yoru responded gently and straightened his waist.

After finishing, he looked at Sansan, emotion surged in his heart, and he smiled.

In a blink of an eye, he had brought Sansan home and raised it for several months.

Accompanying him through spring and summer, arriving in autumn, and about to step into winter.

From a disgusting dead otaku, hated by everyone, to now.

The bond had long since been formed.

"Raising a cat and raising a dog are different."

"It's so fat, but it looks so cute."

Fujiwara Chika walked to Kitakami Yoru's side, tentatively stretched out her hand, and slowly bent down.

Sansan straightened its head and didn't dodge the stranger's hand approaching it, perhaps because its owner was by its side.

"Don't bite me, scratch me, Sansan."

Fujiwara Chika learned from Kitakami Yoru and called out Sansan's name.

"Meow!"

Seeing a pair of white, tender small hands getting closer and closer to itself, Sansan still meowed and ran away directly from the side.

But this freed up space for the small sofa.

"I want to watch TV, I'll sit here and eat."

Fujiwara Chika frowned slightly, which should be because she was unhappy that Sansan wouldn't let her touch it.

As for wanting to watch TV.

It was purely made up.

Since before, her mouth had been full of lies.

This little mouth that lied about liking Kitakami Yoru should be properly punished and disciplined!

"Chika, you sit, you can eat some fruit first."

Kitakami Yoru enthusiastically invited Fujiwara Chika to sit down.

Afterwards, he sat down next to Fujiwara Chika, the two of them about forty centimeters apart, not crowded at all.

"So much."

Fujiwara Chika smiled happily, just looking at the dishes.

Hungry to the point of sticking to her ribs, her whole mind was focused on Kitakami Yoru beside her.

Hearing Kitakami Yoru call her name so intimately all the time, she felt quite embarrassed now.

"If I had known, I shouldn't have let Kitakami-san call me like that..."

"Too... too unaccustomed."

Putting a few blueberries into her mouth, Fujiwara Chika's thoughts flowed back to this point.

But if she really wanted Kitakami Yoru to stop calling her that, she definitely wouldn't want to!

Unlike Fujiwara Chika, who had ulterior motives, Kitakami Yoru didn't think too much.

At this moment.

The time was past eight.

For most people's dinner, it gets dark quickly in autumn and winter, and energy consumption is high.

Basically, it's all settled when it's getting dark, or just dark.

Except for non-essential situations.

Kitakami Yoru said he was eating, and he was really eating seriously.

During the meal, he was fascinated by a documentary playing on TV, occasionally responding to Fujiwara Chika's words.

The food was very sumptuous, with color, fragrance, and taste.

"Is the TV better looking than me?"

Fujiwara Chika, feeling ignored, swallowed the rice in her mouth unhappily.

With the person she liked sitting beside her, anyone would focus their attention and mind on the person they liked.

Complaining in her heart, Fujiwara Chika didn't dare to say it, lifted her pair of small feet under the table, and sat cross-legged.

"Chika, are you cold?"

Kitakami Yoru observed Fujiwara Chika's movements from the corner of his eye.

"Not cold, tired of sitting."

Fujiwara Chika shook her head indifferently.

This damn Kitakami Yoru.

After kissing her, almost touching her all over, now he looks like nothing happened.

Simply a dead piece of wood.

Fujiwara Chika very much hoped that Kitakami Yoru would take the initiative.

But next, while eating, she began to think crookedly elsewhere.

For example...

Kitakami Yoru didn't like her at all, didn't even have the kind of affection that wanted to be together.

Or maybe he had a girlfriend, someone he liked?

That was really possible.

"The golden-haired girl living next door!"

The chopsticks in Fujiwara Chika's hand clattered together.

"Kitakami-san, actually I went to the wrong door just now and knocked on the door next door."

Stopping the action of picking up food, Fujiwara Chika looked at Kitakami Yoru and pretended to be completely indifferent.

"And then?"

Kitakami Yoru pulled out a tissue and wiped his mouth.

"The one who opened the door was a super cute golden-haired girl who mentioned your name."

"Who is it?"

Fujiwara Chika secretly began to get nervous, her whole body tensed.

"Why are you asking this?"

The dull and silly Kitakami Yoru didn't realize anything was wrong at all.

Asking a disgusting, gynophobic dead otaku who had just finished losing weight for less than a month to understand a girl's mind.

This was too difficult!

Ordinary boys try their best to pursue ordinary girls, worrying and struggling to guess a girl's mind, the probability of failure is too high.

Fujiwara Chika is not an ordinary girl!

A child of a pyramid-family politician.

"Just asking, if you don't want to say, forget it."