Chapter 259

"Chi... Chika..."

Kitakami Yoru swallowed his saliva and called out Fujiwara Chika's name with a trembling voice.

"What... are you doing... hurry up..."

Fujiwara Chika responded with an equally stiff tone, and when she spoke, she didn't know if it was an illusion.

How did it feel?

Kitakami Yoru's fingers were applying slight pressure.

But looking at Kitakami Yoru's complexion and eyes, it wasn't intentional.

"It's not okay even if it wasn't intentional!"

The broken nerves were reconnected, Fujiwara Chika shouted loudly, and her expression returned to clarity.

"Hmph!"

After she finished shouting, she immediately snorted and pushed away Kitakami Yoru's big hand.

"Fujiwara-san... I really..."

"I don't know how this happened, I didn't mean it..."

Kitakami Yoru had clearly taken a big advantage, and apologized to Fujiwara Chika in a panic.

He even appeared a bit humble.

Looking at this situation, he was genuinely afraid that Fujiwara Chika would be angry or unhappy because of this.

But only a few people, including Fujiwara Chika, could enjoy this treatment.

If it were Miura Yumiko, Kasumigaoka Utaha, or Shinomiya Kaguya...

I didn't mean it either, you leaned over yourself, straightened your body, at most I'd just apologize indifferently.

"Nonsense, you were clearly intentional."

Fujiwara Chika's snow-white jade neck and cute face had now turned a faint pink.

It was distinct from the pink hair all over her, very conspicuous.

"Sorry, sorry..."

Kitakami Yoru put his hands together, shaking and bowing his head to apologize vigorously.

"....."

"Touching me again..."

Fujiwara Chika had no reaction to Kitakami Yoru's sincere apology.

She wasn't angry at all, but was very surprised and shy.

She kept saying bad things about Kitakami Yoru, counting how much of a bastard someone was, and waved her hand with a red face.

"Fine, I forgive you."

"No next time, you'd better not lie to me, you did it on purpose, right... hmph."

Putting on an expression with a bit of a temper, Fujiwara Chika's tone was also well disguised.

The pitiful Kitakami Yoru thus fell helplessly into Fujiwara Chika's evil clutches.

If this continues, in a while, even her body will probably be tricked away.

"Phew..."

Kitakami Yoru nodded vigorously, smiled awkwardly, and let out a long sigh of relief in his heart.

If...

He meant if, Fujiwara Chika was angry and ignored him, it would really be difficult.

"Chika is really easy to get along with."

Kitakami Yoru sighed in his heart.

But he didn't know that the easy-to-get-along-with-ness he thought of was only for him alone.

"I'll kick you to death."

Fujiwara Chika was also seven or eight parts full, and after this incident happened, she had no appetite to eat.

The posture that had just been corrected turned back to face Kitakami Yoru, and a pair of small feet in black short cotton socks kicked gently and continuously at the outside of Kitakami Yoru's thigh.

Lightly.

She didn't use much force, afraid of kicking Kitakami Yoru and hurting him.

"Chika, are you not eating anymore?"

Kitakami Yoru's first reaction was to reach out and pat them away; this was clearly a temptation and a reward for himself.

It wasn't a punishment.

Using talking to distract himself, he didn't care about Fujiwara Chika's feet.

"Not eating, I'm full."

For Kitakami Yoru, who had no reaction, Fujiwara Chika gritted her teeth secretly and turned to look at the sumptuous dinner on the small table.

Half eaten.

"Then I'll continue eating?"

Kitakami Yoru responded indifferently and turned his body away.

Picking up a chopstick of scallop meat, he stuffed it into his mouth; the unique fresh sweetness of shellfish seafood and rice were chewed and stirred together in his mouth.

A perfect fusion, stimulating a unique fragrance.

He wanted to use the delicious food in his mouth to reduce his greedy desire.

Kitakami Yoru three minutes ago, if asked what the best dish here was?

He would definitely answer without hesitation that it was this stir-fried scallop meat with garlic sprouts and red ginger.

If asked now, the answer would definitely be different.

It's just that he couldn't eat it, he could only look at it greedily.

Right now, he felt like a lustful wolf in a male prison full of muscular men, sentenced to life imprisonment.

Especially uncomfortable.

"No... no..."

"Phew, I can't think of Chika like that, think of Fujiwara-san like that."

The method of distraction gradually took effect, Kitakami Yoru felt a bit more comfortable, and devoured the sumptuous meal he had made himself.

"Why is there no reaction?"

Fujiwara Chika fell backward speechlessly, leaning against the edge of the sofa, stretching her body.

The action of kicking Kitakami Yoru lightly didn't stop.

After a long time, her muscles began to ache and tire.

Although she didn't dislike Kitakami Yoru, and wasn't angry because of this carelessness.

But girls...

It was too shy.

Fujiwara Chika used this method to vent the shame and anger in her heart.

"Eat a piece of watermelon."

Kitakami Yoru remembered that Fujiwara Chika didn't seem to have eaten much.

Because of this, it wasn't strange to say she was full without eating.

If she was really full, eating a piece of watermelon was fine.

"Okay... ah..."

Fujiwara Chika lowered her outstretched arm, opened her small mouth, and made a long tail sound, wanting Kitakami Yoru to feed her personally.

"I can feed you when I'm full, I'm not full yet."

"It's not that I don't want to, it's just a bit inconvenient."

If they were dating, a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, Kitakami Yoru would be very happy to feed Fujiwara Chika personally.

But they weren't now?!

This big idiot, disgusting dead otaku.

"If you don't feed me, I'll be angry and ignore you."

"Touching me there."

Fujiwara Chika acted spoiled, turned her head to one side in anger.

Born in the world of politicians, and top-tier politicians at that, she was soaked in this dye vat of human relationships from birth.

Ask.

In the whole world, which politician from any country isn't cunning, skilled at guessing people's hearts.

At the right time, do the right thing.

At this time, acting a little temperamental, a little spoiled, the effect would actually be better.

Different people, use different methods.

Kitakami Yoru simply put down his chopsticks, held a piece of watermelon in one hand, and a drink in the other, and fed it to Fujiwara Chika's mouth.

It wasn't that he didn't want to.

But he felt it was too intimate, was it inappropriate?

"Chika even came over late at night to send me a jacket."

"It was completely unnecessary too..."

Seeing Fujiwara Chika, who smiled happily, raise her head slightly and take a bite of fresh imported watermelon, Kitakami Yoru suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Chika came late at night, braving the cold wind to send me an unimportant jacket."

"And had dinner with me, and accidentally got..."

Even if Kitakami Yoru was a stupid person, he felt something was wrong at this moment.

"Hmm hmm, I want a tissue."

The rich juice of the watermelon stained Fujiwara Chika's lips, and she quickly raised her head to signal.

"And accidentally let me touch where..."

"Uh!"

Kitakami Yoru thought of this in his heart, suddenly shuddered, and put down the drink to pull a tissue.

"Chika doesn't seem to be very angry..."

"That night, she even slept in the same bed with me for a night."

Looking at Fujiwara Chika, Kitakami Yoru tilted his head slightly, secretly staring at her face to check.

Hmm...

Except for being good-looking and cute, nothing could be seen.

A thought jumped out in his heart, maybe Fujiwara Chika liked him?!

This thought jumped out, and it couldn't be stopped, growing wildly, wanting to figure it out.

"This is also not very likely, Chika's family is so good, we are not even people of the same class level."

Kitakami Yoru thought, and the next second he met Fujiwara Chika's eyes, helping her wipe her mouth with a tissue.

"Okay, okay, I'm not eating anymore."

Not wanting the person she liked to see this sloppy appearance, Fujiwara Chika waved her hand and took the initiative to move her small mouth away.

"Chika."

Kitakami Yoru looked at Fujiwara Chika and called out softly.

"Is something wrong?"

Fujiwara Chika originally wanted to lie down lazily to rest for a while, she arched her waist and asked suspiciously.

"Feet, move them away."

Kitakami Yoru had a little happiness on his face.

Does Fujiwara Chika really like him?

Being a girlfriend, it's very suitable.

But...

Would it be his own wishful thinking...

"Ah? Feet?"

Fujiwara Chika was stunned at first, sat down directly, and examined Kitakami Yoru from head to toe.

A trace of disbelief appeared in her eyes.

What does it mean to use a reduplicated word to call her feet like this?

Oh, unhappy, begging for mercy?

"I actually... have a bit of a..."

Kitakami Yoru scratched his nose with his index finger awkwardly.

"A bit of what?"

"Dislike, don't like?"

Fujiwara Chika said and retracted her feet, sitting cross-legged.

After all, in the thinking of normal people, parts like feet are dirty and disgusting.

Who would like them.

After the air was quiet for a few seconds, Kitakami Yoru hesitated and spoke:

"Hmm, I'm eating."

The attention that was finally distracted was all attracted back by Fujiwara Chika.

Night, alone, home apartment...

In this environment, Kitakami Yoru not thinking wildly and keeping calm was already quite good.

"I won't..."

Fujiwara Chika smiled after hearing this, and shook her head triumphantly.

Kitakami Yoru really had no way to deal with her. He muttered: "Fine, I'll endure it!"

"You'll endure it?"

Fujiwara Chika heard it vaguely, her beautiful eyebrows wrinkled into a ball and then relaxed.

Should she retract her feet?

"Will Kitakami-san be unhappy, unable to endure it?"

"Eating, deliberately using feet to tease him, it's quite bad."

After careful consideration, Fujiwara Chika chose to retract her pair of cute feet.

Thinking Kitakami Yoru would be angry?

Please, if she dazzled someone's mouth, he would be happy to explode.

If it really didn't work, asking someone to kneel down and step on his face gently wasn't impossible.

"Chika, what time do you plan to go home?"

Kitakami Yoru threw a small bunch of seedless grapes into his mouth.

"Go home?"

"I'll see later."

Fujiwara Chika, who had just lain down, looked at the ceiling and began to think about this question.

She hadn't thought about it.

"A bit don't want to go home, what to do if I'm with Kitakami-san?"

"A super cute golden-haired girl lives next door, and there are so many people in school..."

"Ah ah ah..."

Thinking about it a little, Fujiwara Chika was so anxious that she wanted to scratch her scalp off.

She also didn't know why she liked Kitakami Yoru so much.

After the kiss that day, sending Kitakami Yoru home, Fujiwara Chika twisted on the bed like a maggot in a rotting corpse.

She also kept giggling, couldn't help it, and drooled a large pool.

"Not going back?"

Kitakami Yoru seemed casual, speaking while picking up food to eat, but actually secretly observed Fujiwara Chika's micro-expressions and eyes.

"Could Chika really like me?"

Contrary to the expected reaction of Fujiwara Chika screaming in surprise.

Fujiwara Chika was stunned, the speed of her brain slowed down, and she went through Kitakami Yoru's words.

A shy complexion appeared, and she stammered, unable to say a word for a long time.

"Kitakami-san let me not go back, how can that be?"

"Could it be that he discovered what happened that day and recalled it?"