Chapter 263

"What are Kitakami-san and Fujiwara-san doing now?"

"Are they..."

"Last week, many girls in school came to ask me about Kitakami-san..."

"It hurts so much, here."

Aoyama Nanami, who was talking to herself, opened her eyes and touched her heart.

Right downstairs.

The boy she loved deeply, whom she would think of whenever she was free, whom she would be happy for days just by seeing from afar or saying a word to, was...

Holding a girl who was far superior to herself in every condition, maybe they had already finished and were hugging each other and saying sweet words.

Or maybe, they had reached the most intense moment.

"Kitakami-san..."

Unknowingly, Aoyama Nanami's eyes gradually blurred, and her small hands sank to the bottom of the water.

"One last time, tomorrow won't, past twelve o'clock tonight."

With one sentence, she easily persuaded her heart, and Aoyama Nanami moved her head.

"Kitakami-san... Kitakami... san... kun..."

"Kitakami-kun... hmph... Kitakami-kun... Nanami likes... heh..."

"Heh... Kitakami-kun... Nanami likes you..."

"No... Yoru-kun Yoru-kun... husband... Nanami loves you... hmph hmph hmph~"

Barely five or six minutes, the churning water in the bathtub returned to calm, and the sound of water no longer sounded.

Aoyama Nanami, who had recovered, had her pink fingers soaked white and slightly wrinkled.

But her whole body was drained of strength, and she didn't get up immediately.

After a while, she got up and put on shoes with the help of the bathtub, her beautiful face dripping with beauty, and the strange flush had faded.

"So cold, achoo!"

The cold air at night made Aoyama Nanami sneeze, and she quickly used a towel to wipe dry.

Afterwards, she drained the bath water that had a little too much water, and changed clothes in a hurry.

Already had dinner.

Aoyama Nanami turned off the lights, and by the way, turned off the living room lights, did her washing, and left the bedroom light alone.

Did her extremely rare homework, reviewed and previewed for half an hour.

Practiced voice acting.

"Voice acting is still important... this is the most important, I can't think about Kitakami-san's affairs anymore."

"Even if we really are together, if I don't pass the audition conference, I..."

The delusion that had just arisen in her mind was forcibly and reluctantly interrupted by Aoyama Nanami, and she shook her head vigorously.

Wild thoughts, all thrown to the back of her mind.

Ten thirty.

Aoyama Nanami, in a poor state, was wearing pajamas that were washed a bit white, don't know where she found them, and they were still wrinkled.

She burrowed into the quilt, lying on her side looking at the bedside.

Pillowing on the pillow, she looked at the bright stars and moon outside the window.

"What is the relationship between Kitakami-san and Yukinoshita Yukino."

"It seems he isn't intimate with Gabriel."

Clearly she had agreed not to think about Kitakami Yoru's affairs, but this kind of requirement, even if gods came, wouldn't work.

People cannot control thoughts, they can only try to restrain them and distract themselves.

In a person's life, they cannot escape the seven emotions and six desires.

Even finally jumping out a bold thought, what if she was also one of them?

She turned over, faced the ceiling, and closed her eyes to sleep.

After a dozen seconds.

Aoyama Nanami opened her eyes, slowly exhaled a fragrant breath, and got up to fetch a water cup.

Lying back down, she took out her phone from under the pillow and looked at it.

Not long after, she put it down with no interest and turned to her side again.

Irritated, heart chaotic, couldn't sleep.

"Twelve o'clock tonight, hasn't passed yet..."

Her slender fingers turned in circles, and the quilt bulged.

"Kitakami-san..."

"Is it comfortable?"

The boy whom the simple girl thought of under great pressure spoke faintly at this moment.

"Use a little force on the left."

Fujiwara Chika replied facing the TV.

Kitakami Yoru, who was massaging her behind her, would never know how happy and shy Fujiwara Chika's expression was now.

"Chika, did you wear perfume when you went out?"

Kitakami Yoru chatted.

"Which girl doesn't wear perfume when going out, it's very normal, okay?"

"Understand?"

Fujiwara Chika emphasized this matter like a teacher.

"Bastard, I won't tell you."

"However, there are girls who have a natural fragrance on their bodies."

Kitakami Yoru secretly thought elsewhere.

For example, Eriri, who had a sweet body fragrance similar to milk.

If you stick your nose close to her skin, you can smell it.

Yuigahama Yui had another kind of seductive aura, countless times more fatal than Eriri's.

"Will Yuigahama-san become like that in the future too?"

Muttering secretly, Kitakami Yoru felt it wasn't.

"It's so late."

Fujiwara Chika looked at the TV time and suddenly spoke.

"Take a taxi, or let the driver pick you up?"

Kitakami Yoru stopped the massage action.

"Hmm........"

Fujiwara Chika dragged the sound very long, actually staying here overnight was okay.

Anyway, no one in the family knew except Moeha.

If asked, just say she stayed at Kaguya's house.

Fujiwara Chika hadn't stayed at Shinomiya Kaguya's house, and the number of times wasn't few.

Seven parts wanted to go home, three parts wanted to stay.

"Chika, stay at my house?"

Kitakami Yoru raised an eyebrow.

"No... no..."

Fujiwara Chika suddenly trembled, her small hands tightly gripping the edge of the sofa.

Kitakami Yoru didn't know when he leaned close to her ear, blew a hot breath, and spoke gently.

"Contact the driver, I'm sleepy too."

Even if Fujiwara Chika really stayed at home, Kitakami Yoru wouldn't fantasize about anything beyond friendship happening.

"What's the rush?"

"I hate you so much, I'm not in a rush."

Fujiwara Chika looked back at Kitakami Yoru and snorted.

"I like you, I'm very anxious..."

Kitakami Yoru waved his hand casually, shaking his head jokingly.

"Ugh... what nonsense."

"I don't like you at all."

Fujiwara Chika's heart beat extremely fast, thud thud thud...

Heart rate bottomed out at 180!

Any faster, and there would be a life danger.

"Is that so? Don't like me at all?"

Kitakami Yoru, for some reason, suddenly put away that dangling expression just now.

With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, the affection flowing in his eyes could almost swallow Fujiwara Chika.

Not to mention Fujiwara Chika, who already liked Kitakami Yoru, even Yukinoshita Yukino and Yuigahama Yui, who had a good relationship, couldn't take it.

"Go to hell, let you grab me, I hate you."

Fujiwara Chika reached out quickly and hit Kitakami Yoru.

"I was wrong, don't hit me, watch out for your feet."

At the critical moment of being hit, Fujiwara Chika forgot that her foot had just been injured, but Kitakami Yoru still remembered.

"Oh, then I'll call the driver to pick me up."

Fujiwara Chika stopped resentfully, and after finishing, she glared at Kitakami Yoru and spat in disgust.

It's over, she likes him even more now, and can't bear to leave.

"I'll go wash my hands."

Kitakami Yoru's hands were covered with the smell of bruise oil.

"Stink you to death, how dare you say my feet are smelly, bleh..."

Fujiwara Chika stuck out her tongue and made a ghost face, her face full of shyness.

"Stinking, hehe."

Kitakami Yoru walked into the kitchen without looking back.

It didn't stink at all, it smelled so good to him.

"If you say it's smelly again, I'll stuff it into your mouth and step on you to death!"

Outside, Fujiwara Chika's angry cursing came.

At the same time, she quickly raised the foot that wasn't injured, put it in front of her nose, and smelled it tentatively.

"Only a faint smell of shoes and socks, it probably won't smell if I take off the socks."

"He's deliberately teasing me."

Fujiwara Chika didn't think much.

"And such a good thing."

"Speaking of which, does Chika really like me? Even a little bit..."

"A little bit should be there, right? Otherwise, she wouldn't be like this, in books, manga, light novels, anime... aren't they all saying girls are saying one thing and meaning another."

Shaking the water droplets off her hands, Kitakami Yoru walked out.

"Want a drink?"

Picking up the last bottle of drink, he opened it and sat down.

"You drink it yourself, and..."

"I'll consider the request to go out this weekend, see if I'm busy."

"I'll give you an answer in a few days."

Fujiwara Chika looked at Sansan indifferently, secretly observing Kitakami Yoru's reaction from the corner of her eye.

"Okay."

Kitakami Yoru didn't say anything, and drank the drink quietly.

It exceeded the limit, today's intake.

Hey...

"Hmph, can I say it directly?"

Girls generally have tsundere or shyness, and need a step to come down.

Sitting for twenty minutes, the driver called and was almost there.

"Carry me downstairs, my feet are uncomfortable."

Fujiwara Chika stood up on one leg and said.

Kitakami Yoru didn't say anything, looked at Fujiwara Chika, should he do a princess carry?

Stepping forward, Fujiwara Chika was ready, but Kitakami Yoru bent down and squatted.

The powerful strength of his arms erupted, one hand supporting her waist, one hand supporting her soft knee pit, this position was not bad...

Princess carrying Fujiwara Chika, she screamed softly in fright, subconsciously hiding in Kitakami Yoru's arms, leaning toward his chest.

The current Kitakami Yoru didn't have much muscle, and his chest muscles were flat.

In a while...

Fujiwara Chika would become unable to put them down, and wouldn't be able to touch enough.

"Who told you to do this."

Kitakami Yoru held the fragrant and soft pink-haired girl in his arms and came to the entrance and sat down slowly.

"A bit heavy, hee hee."

Without answering directly, Kitakami Yoru laughed hee hee.

"Hit you to death, step on you to death, bastard, grabbed that place of mine, kissed me, I hate you to death."

As if they were a couple who had been dating for a long time and had gone to the clouds many times, Fujiwara Chika consciously acted spoiled and shyly cursed.

"Feet are better, keep your word?"

Kitakami Yoru put on his slippers casually, and hooked Fujiwara Chika's shoes with his fingers.

"Keep it, step on you to death."

The girl thought Kitakami Yoru was joking and humiliating her.

"The moonlight is beautiful."

Kitakami Yoru sighed, quickly put on his shoes, and carried Fujiwara Chika downstairs.

Tap tap tap----

The sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway near midnight, the time when Tokyo city just entered its vibrant time.

For these two high school students, Kitakami Yoru and Fujiwara Chika, it was already very late.

"Are you going back?"

Getting closer and closer downstairs, Fujiwara Chika knew that Kitakami Yoru was going to separate from her faster and faster.

Walked downstairs.

Kitakami Yoru shook Fujiwara Chika effortlessly and carried her outside the apartment.

"Just here, the driver will be here soon."

Fujiwara Chika pointed to the side under the street lamp.

Bright.

"I'll wait with you for a while."

Kitakami Yoru didn't give Fujiwara Chika a chance to refuse.

"Whatever you want."

Taking out her phone from her pocket, Fujiwara Chika looked at the driver's location.

Eight hundred meters.

In the residential area at night, the road conditions were complex and narrow, so she should have to wait a few minutes.

"You... you close your eyes..."

"I'll give you a surprise, it's a gift."

With one hand putting the phone in her pocket, Fujiwara Chika fumbled with the other hand.

This kind of skirt, and it has pockets?