Chapter 270

Kitakami Yoru turned his neck to help look, and finally he found that the other side of Fujiwara Chika's skirt was a bit different.

"Is it in the pocket on the other side?" Kitakami Yoru reminded.

Hearing this, Fujiwara Chika reached out and touched, finding her familiar phone, and quickly exhaled.

Then, she met Kitakami Yoru's gaze, which was half-smiling and carried a doting meaning.

"Ah!"

Interrupting the conversation with a scream full of shyness.

Fujiwara Chika stomped her feet and turned away, feeling very embarrassed.

"This Chika is even cuter."

Kitakami Yoru praised casually.

He didn't know why, some words.

Naturally appeared in his mind, and he would blurt them out unconsciously.

"I know I'm cute, you don't need to remind me."

Fujiwara Chika puffed up her cheeks, happy.

For this scene, Kitakami Yoru also smiled and didn't speak, waiting for Fujiwara Chika to finally calm down and sit back beside him.

Clearly separated by a distance.

Someone shamelessly leaned over again.

"Hee hee, Chika..."

Kitakami Yoru's eyes were full of inexplicable desire.

Like a raging fire.

Dry wood meets raging fire.

Are two kisses enough?

"What's the matter?"

Fujiwara Chika replied quickly without raising her head, using her phone camera to look at her face.

A bit red...

Is there anything strange?

"Can I... mm..."

"Still want to kiss you... can I?"

Kitakami Yoru, who was insatiable, quietly hugged Fujiwara Chika and made a request.

"No... just now..."

"Just now that was thanks for yesterday..."

"Don't think too much, go dream, baka."

Fujiwara Chika turned her face to the side, put away her phone, and said shyly.

At the end, she even cursed.

Do you dare to believe it?

Ordinary people, more or less, would curse a few times.

Not strange.

It was very strange and shocking that it was cursed from the cute little mouth of Fujiwara Chika, who had received a good upbringing and followed family rules since she was a child.

The reason was, being asked for a kiss by the boy she liked!?

"They all say that when a girl says no, she means yes."

Kitakami Yoru wasn't stupid, nor was he dull.

Even less afraid of Fujiwara Chika being angry.

Hee hee...

Laugh.

"Yesterday you said you would never talk to me again..."

"Hate me the most... Chika-chan..."

Kitakami Yoru slowly hugged Fujiwara Chika with both hands.

The other party didn't struggle either.

"What should I do... woo woo..."

"Is Kitakami-san going to kiss me?"

"I... my brain is heating up... I'm going to break..."

Fujiwara Chika, whose heart was in a mess, couldn't react at all.

At the same time, the face that had faded from the heavy blush appeared again.

Refuse or not refuse?

Fujiwara Chika, whose thoughts were in a mess, really didn't understand, and was a little scared.

"Chika-chan, Chika-chan, I like you the most, okay?"

Kitakami Yoru's lips leaned to Fujiwara Chika's ear, smelling the fragrance from the shy girl's hair and acting like a spoiled child.

Wait?

Something's wrong?!

I didn't intend to say: I like you the most.

How did it pop out?

Wanted to change his words, it was definitely too late, and it was impossible to change his words.

Kitakami Yoru saw Fujiwara Chika's body tremble slightly, and determined it was the effect of this sentence.

Of course, maybe it was because he said it in a spoiled tone.

"Chika-chan, actually..."

"I wanted to..."

At the first moment, Kitakami Yoru didn't kiss her, but blew a breath of hot air into her pink ear.

Going from bad to worse, he made a slightly excessive request.

"Can I touch?"

"Mm..."

Fujiwara Chika finally restrained her body's instinctive reaction, and a sentence trembled out of her throat, actually agreeing to Kitakami Yoru's excessive request.

"You agreed to this?"

Kitakami Yoru didn't hesitate, his face full of gentleness.

The autumn sun was blocked at the top of the small pavilion.

The breeze was gentle.

Fujiwara Chika covered her chest with both hands, looking cute and indignant. She stared at Kitakami Yoru dead on.

"Chika, don't.. sorry..."

"Blame me..."

Kitakami Yoru didn't know what he did wrong anyway, apologizing was enough.

He had taken all the advantage and pleasure.

Student council secretary, young lady Fujiwara Chika...

What a noble girl...

"Did I pinch you?"

"Or rub?"

"Through the school uniform, I took care of it very carefully..."

While silently thinking about the reason, Fujiwara Chika pretended to stand up as if nothing happened, patting the dust off her butt.

"Chika, are you leaving?"

Kitakami Yoru was stunned.

No way?

Are you not going to say anything else next?

We've kissed and touched...

Shouldn't we...

"Who wants to say anything to a jerk like you..."

"You just know how to bully me, I'm not talking to you."

Fujiwara Chika snorted and walked out of the small pavilion steadily.

Waiting until she felt she was far enough away to be out of Kitakami Yoru's sight, she had the courage to look back.

"Whew..."

"Pfft..."

Fujiwara Chika's expression relaxed instantly, and she ran away from here.

"Chika... does she have any concerns?"

Kitakami Yoru looked at the place where Fujiwara Chika had sat, reminiscing about the lingering fragrance between his lips and teeth.

Mm.

It tasted like a drink.

Not long after, he checked the time and it was about right, so he went back to class.

The two classes in the afternoon passed quite quickly.

Packing his school bag and walking out the door, Kitakami Yoru almost accidentally bumped into Eriri.

"I'm really sorry, sumimasen."

Kitakami Yoru hadn't reacted yet, choosing to apologize first.

After speaking, he realized it was this little blonde Eriri.

"You!"

Eriri was too scared to act out, secretly believing Kitakami Yoru did it on purpose, and glared at him fiercely.

"Still quite cute."

This kind of threat had no effect at all, Kitakami Yoru said indifferently.

"There are too many people here, I'm too lazy to tangle with you."

Eriri thought secretly in her heart, stopped her footsteps, and planned to let Kitakami Yoru go first.

Kitakami Yoru wasn't polite either, withdrew his gaze, and walked towards the art club with big strides.

Going downstairs.

Changing shoes.

He had long been numb to the few letters, and changed his shoes without even looking, walking towards the club complex building.

On the way.

Seeing Yukinoshita Yukino from afar, Kitakami Yoru decided to go say hello.

Speeding up, he caught up with Yukinoshita Yukino.

"Yukinoshita."

Kitakami Yoru followed to her side and looked at Yukinoshita Yukino.

"Good afternoon, Kitakami-san."

Yukinoshita Yukino carried her school bag, turned her head to sweep a glance at Kitakami Yoru, and didn't say much.

"Are you in a bad mood?"

Kitakami Yoru asked casually.

"How did you see that? Am I in a very bad mood?"

Yukinoshita Yukino hesitated for a few seconds, touched her face, and asked curiously.

"I can't tell now, last weekend I saw you..."

"And your sister... your mother, walking out of the apartment together."

Kitakami Yoru thought about it, and still answered.

"You saw that too?"

Yukinoshita Yukino looked at Kitakami Yoru, whom she hadn't seen for a few days, with disbelief.

After a while, she withdrew her gaze and asked confidently: "Are you looking for me?"

"That's not it, I just happened to pass by."

Kitakami Yoru shook his head.

"Even if I were looking for you, I wouldn't know which floor you live on."

To avoid Yukinoshita Yukino's awkwardness, he added.

"I wouldn't be awkward because of such a small thing."

"Just had an argument with my family."

Yukinoshita Yukino smiled reluctantly, her small hand brushing the hair by her ear.

Kitakami Yoru nodded.

He and Yukinoshita Yukino didn't have any relationship that could be called intimate.

Asking about family affairs, is it appropriate?

Yukinoshita Yukino obviously didn't want to talk about it earlier either.

There was still a short distance to the club complex building.

Seeing this, Yukinoshita Yukino opened her mouth, but still didn't say Hiratsuka Shizuka-sensei's new commission.

Investigate the reason why Kawasaki Saki is often late, and correct it.

This has nothing to do with Kitakami Yoru, right?

First, Kitakami Yoru is not an official member of the Service Club.

Second, Kitakami Yoru is a model for the art club, and can't help her.

"See you later."

The two went upstairs together, and at the corner landing, Yukinoshita Yukino took the initiative to speak.

"See you."

Kitakami Yoru nodded, watching Yukinoshita Yukino walk to the Service Club on the top floor.

He was about to turn around and go to the art club, when Yukinoshita Yukino hesitated, turned her head, her eyes glancing around embarrassedly, and called out to Kitakami Yoru.

"That... Kitakami-san... can I go to your house to see San-San?"

When in a bad mood, cat-slave Yukinoshita Yukino liked to use this way to relieve it.

"OK."

Kitakami Yoru smiled and made an OK gesture.

Arriving in front of the art club, he knocked gently and walked in.

Eriri hadn't arrived yet.

Kitakami Yoru took his position according to yesterday's posture.

Not long after, Eriri, who was the last one in the small group of girls, walked in.

Others were carrying drawing boards, small chairs, and preparing brushes.

Eriri, with her back to everyone, squatted where the phones were placed, secretly giggling non-stop.

"Sagiri, oh Sagiri, you really are big sister's good little sister, good lucky star."

"Went to your house once, and the next day I collected evidence of Kitakami Yoru's crimes, ha ha..."

"This jerk, hmph hmph..."

Her reluctant gaze moved away from the phone screen, which was playing a video of Yukinoshita Yukino and Kitakami Yoru talking.

Although, this couldn't prove anything.

Prove that the relationship between Yukinoshita Yukino and Kitakami Yoru was unusual.

But her intuition told Eriri to continue tracking and developing along this clue.

Sooner or later, she could dig out a big fish.

"I'll tell Sagiri later, don't let your imagination run wild, I absolutely don't have a cursed constitution."

"Such a statement doesn't exist in the world."

Eriri put away her phone, and her cute face instantly turned into a cold expression.

Her preparatory work had already been done by others.