Chapter 262

"Look at Sansan."

Kitakami Yoru had no change in expression, raised his head to signal to one side.

What's wrong with Sansan?

Fujiwara Chika looked over suspiciously.

Watching Sansan lying on the cold floor licking its fur.

When she turned her head back, the socks were already off.

Fujiwara Chika's pair of snow-white jade feet, which could be called top-grade, were slightly fleshy.

To describe it in one word, it was delicious...

Phew...

No!

It was plump.

"The side of the foot is a bit blue, it's already swollen."

Kitakami Yoru gently held Fujiwara Chika's injured small foot and let her see.

"You ice it, it doesn't hurt."

Fujiwara Chika looked at her own feet and said.

Fortunately, she didn't wait to take a shower at night and changed into a pair of clean socks.

Today was her class's PE class, plus the walking activity volume of the student council was not small.

The temperature during the day in autumn was pleasant, which didn't mean she wouldn't sweat.

"Phew, I'm lucky, otherwise I would definitely be hated."

Secretly rejoicing in her heart, Fujiwara Chika closed her eyes to rest.

One second faster, the uncomfortable Fujiwara Chika would be comfortable for one second.

Without hesitation, he gently applied the ice tray, with the ice side against the swollen area, Kitakami Yoru operated seriously and carefully.

"Don't know who it will be cheap for in the future."

Kitakami Yoru moved the ice tray to prevent Fujiwara Chika's skin from being frostbitten and painful.

"Is it comfortable?"

Then, he asked without raising his head.

"Comfortable, right, right."

Fujiwara Chika nodded gently.

Counting down ten seconds in her mouth, Kitakami Yoru applied the ice tray again.

"After relieving the pain, I'll go get the bruise oil later."

Kitakami Yoru, who exercised frequently, was afraid of joint and muscle strains, so he prepared a bottle of medicine.

Brand new, never used.

Now it came in handy.

"So cold..."

"Go home, look, go home, look."

Gabriel sat outside the convenience store for more than ten minutes, and suddenly shuddered.

She was wearing slippers, and her exposed feet were numb from the cold.

"There's warm hot water and a quilt at home, go home and look."

A trace of reluctance in her eyes was forcibly interrupted by Gabriel.

Closing the book, it was lost anyway, an ownerless item without an owner.

"I picked it up, so it's mine."

Gabriel drank the last drop of the drink, left it on the table outside the convenience store, and stuffed the book into the shopping bag.

Carrying it home.

The distance from the convenience store to the apartment wasn't too far.

Five or six hundred meters.

Gabriel, who wanted to go home quickly, walked very fast and caught up with Aoyama Nanami, who was returning from work.

"Nanami, wait for me."

Gabriel waved her hand and ran back.

"Gabriel?"

Aoyama Nanami's complexion was a bit tired, not entirely because of part-time work.

The main reason was that she was in a bad mood.

The Kitakami Yoru she liked was suspected...

Well, it was one hundred percent related to other girls.

Unfortunately, the other party was far superior to herself.

Aoyama Nanami, who was inferior in her heart, didn't dare to compete at all.

She was also a relatively simple and kind girl, and she wouldn't even think about destroying Kitakami Yoru's relationship.

But she couldn't do without Kitakami Yoru.

She liked him, loved him to death, but couldn't get him.

Oh, it's over.

It's even more over.

Stopping under the street lamp, Aoyama Nanami smiled and greeted Gabriel reluctantly.

"Going out to buy things? Gabriel."

"Yeah, have you eaten, Nanami?"

"Together?"

Gabriel didn't know Aoyama Nanami as well as Kitakami Yoru, but she knew the basic situation.

"Ate, let's go."

Aoyama Nanami refused with a smile and turned to walk slowly in the night wind.

Gabriel followed, walking very slowly, very slowly.

"Gabriel, what do you think of Kitakami-san, or what are your thoughts?"

After a few steps, Aoyama Nanami turned to look at Gabriel, staring at her, her expression nervous.

"Thoughts?"

"He's a good person, cooks delicious food."

Gabriel searched through the shopping bag, not taking Aoyama Nanami's words to heart at all.

The carefree angel adult, addicted to games, wouldn't think so much for the time being.

"Hehe."

Aoyama Nanami smiled foolishly.

"Just now, a girl with pink hair, a classmate from Shuchiin, went to his house."

"She stayed for a long time, suddenly that female classmate shouted, which scared me and made my last piece of bread fall, so I came out to buy food."

Gabriel raised her head and mourned for her bread for three seconds.

"A girl went to Kitakami-san's house!"

Aoyama Nanami felt a twitch in her heart, followed by a strong sour taste spreading.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but her mouth was bitter.

Quiet, silent for several seconds.

Gabriel didn't notice Aoyama Nanami's abnormality at all.

"A girl with pink hair?"

Aoyama Nanami tried hard to inhale the cold air into her nasal cavity.

"Hmm, she shouted so loudly, I don't know what she was doing."

The pure Gabriel didn't know the twists and turns at all.

Once she heard it, the answer to the shout appeared in Aoyama Nanami's heart.

But who was the girl with pink hair?

"Pink... very rare."

Walking, Aoyama Nanami, who was trying hard to think, saw the apartment from afar.

Staring at a certain place on the second floor, looking without stopping, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared.

"Fujiwara Chika-san! The student council secretary!"

Aoyama Nanami muttered, feeling that she had found the standard answer.

Recalling the details of Fujiwara Chika helping Kitakami Yoru because of the rumors of compensated dating.

"I remember, at that time Fujiwara-san contacted Kitakami-san directly."

"Kitakami-san replied immediately, I was crying and struggling, I didn't see it specifically."

"Did they know each other long ago?!"

This thought jumped out, and she agreed with it herself.

Fujiwara Chika's incident of picking up the person she sent to the hospital, Kitakami Yoru kept silent, except for the parties involved, no one knew!

Even if it was as close as Gabriel, Kato Megumi, it was the same.

"The hair that day, it seemed to be pink..."

According to Fujiwara Chika's pink hair, Aoyama Nanami thought again.

"What is Nanami thinking about?"

The apartment was getting closer, Gabriel shook her body and looked at Aoyama Nanami beside her.

"Kitakami-san and Fujiwara-san are dating, they should still..."

"Still... still... woo heh..."

The girl cried sadly, tears almost falling.

Why wasn't it her.

A good hand of cards played to pieces.

"What about Yukinoshita Yukino?"

Aoyama Nanami suddenly remembered this point.

Could it be...

Kitakami-san is so handsome, cares about others, everything is very good.

Girls who like him are everywhere.

He...

Is he stepping on several boats?

Dating two, or even more girlfriends at the same time?

"The black Mercedes-Benz car before!"

Aoyama Nanami was referring to Eriri's private car.

"This... how is this possible..."

"At the same time... isn't it hurting..."

"No... maybe."

Muttering in her mouth, it vaguely reached Gabriel's ears.

What is she saying?

"Nanami, we're almost home."

Gabriel reminded.

"Oh oh, goodbye goodbye."

Dozens of meters ahead was the apartment.

Gabriel nodded impatiently and ran upstairs with the shopping bag.

She sat on the small sofa and poured out the shopping bag.

Various instant snacks and hard materials were piled into a small mountain.

Fortunately, Gabriel knew to buy pure fruit juice to supplement nutrition.

She didn't drink carbonated drinks, especially cola, which was easy to cause tooth decay.

She found the book from it, Gabriel held it with one hand, and tore open the rice ball packaging with the other.

Impatient.

Aoyama Nanami returned home in a bad mood, fell onto the bed tired, and breathed heavily.

A few minutes later, she climbed up to collect the pillow on the small balcony.

Aoyama Nanami, who dreamed of sleeping with Kitakami Yoru all night this morning, felt hot all over when she got up.

Saturday afternoon, she was touched on the ear by Kitakami Yoru, experiencing a strange refreshing feeling of floating like an immortal.

After returning home, she lowly...

"I spit, don't think about Kitakami-san like that."

Aoyama Nanami spat fiercely, hugged the pillow and returned to the bedroom.

Actually, it wasn't just that day.

At noon on the weekend, Aoyama Nanami recalled...

And this morning.

Treating the pillow as Kitakami Yoru, she rode on it, and as a result, accidentally got it all wet when drinking water.

"There's no fishy smell, right?"

Aoyama Nanami smelled the pillow, it was full of sunshine.

Very good.

"I can't go on like this!"

"Kitakami-san is my friend, but I lowly think of him... him... hmm..."

Aoyama Nanami, just in the private bedroom, recalled what she had done, and wanted to slap herself twice.

"Go take a shower and calm down."

With a flushed face, she ran into the bathroom in a hurry.

32: Kiss [Chapter 2 at the end of the group number, posted early]

Splash splash-

The shower head sprayed hot water, moisturizing Aoyama Nanami's delicate skin.

Don't know how she maintains it.

Clearly she could only use the cheapest mass-market body lotion, and rarely used cosmetics, but the skin all over her body was very delicate.

Although compared to Eriri, Yukinoshita Yukino, and others, it wasn't far off.

And a pair of feet, running around for part-time work all day, were still so pink and tender.

"Phew-"

"If Kitakami-san knew, I secretly fantasized about using him like that, he would definitely feel disappointed and angry with me, right?"

"This matter, absolutely cannot continue."

"He treats me as a good friend, but I... oh my..."

Aoyama Nanami, in a low mood, finally complained and quickly applied soap to clean her body.

Only a few minutes, and she cleaned her tired body from the day.

If it were other girls, it would take at least ten minutes.

Aoyama Nanami had to save water and electricity, no way.

"Take a bath."

Neon people have the habit of taking a bath, as common as Chinese people using chopsticks to eat.

Almost every day.

Wearing bathroom non-slip slippers, Aoyama Nanami held onto the edge of the narrow bathtub and stepped into the bathtub.

Enjoying her once-a-week bath time.

The fatigue of the whole day disappeared in the warm hot water.

Closing her eyes, Aoyama Nanami held the warm water with her small hands and poured it on her delicate collarbone.