Chapter 277

"By the way, let's check the photo album!"

Yoru Kitakami had a flash of inspiration, remembering that high school girls generally liked to take selfies.

So, he opened the photo album.

At the same time.

Returning home, Utaha Kasumigaoka turned on the lights, intending to take out her phone to watch some short videos and relax.

Flipping back and forth, she suspected she had dug up the yard outside, only to find her phone was missing!

Hurriedly taking out her spare phone, she pressed the power button with trepidation.

"I hope there's still power, and the phone wasn't picked up by someone else."

"It should have been left at the cafe, I forgot to take it when I left."

Utaha Kasumigaoka, who was crazily regretting, saw the spare phone successfully turn on, with about 30% power left.

She let out a slight sigh of relief.

In this era, whether it's boys and girls or middle-aged corporate slaves.

Everyone couldn't do without a phone, which had already evolved into a necessity.

Losing a phone wasn't considered important.

Utaha Kasumigaoka hadn't stored any important information on the phone either.

But there was a photo of her, taken not long ago to please herself, wearing sexy lingerie.

In Japan, a photo album means photos.

If...

Utaha Kasumigaoka closed her eyes, her facial expression twitched, and she couldn't help but daydream.

If the person who picked up the phone, what if...

"I..."

Covering her face, Utaha Kasumigaoka muttered and cursed herself for being an idiot.

How could she have lost her phone.

"Let's make a call."

Taking a deep breath, she entered the phone number, Utaha Kasumigaoka was so nervous that her toes tightened, stepping on the edge of the nightstand.

High-end black pantyhose, reinforced at the toes, wrapped around a pair of beautiful feet painted with blue-green nail polish, emitting an incomparably alluring and wonderful fragrance.

"Beep beep beep..."

A waiting sound came from the phone, Utaha Kasumigaoka looked at her feet boredly, not knowing why Tomoya Aki didn't appear in her mind.

Instead, it was Yoru Kitakami.

"Heh, so there really is someone who would be turned on by a high school girl's black-silk feet that have been stuffed in shoes all day..."

"It's actually Utaha Kasumigaoka, this photo of her..."

Just seeing Utaha Kasumigaoka's sexy private photo, Yoru Kitakami hadn't had time to react.

Widening his eyes slightly, a call interrupted his train of thought.

Yoru Kitakami already knew that the owner of the lost phone was Utaha Kasumigaoka, and chose to answer the call.

"Hello, may I ask if you picked up my phone?"

Being answered immediately, Utaha Kasumigaoka, who was somewhat surprised and pleasantly surprised, pulled back her long, plump beautiful legs and sat cross-legged.

"It's me, can you tell?"

Yoru Kitakami had a faint smile on his lips, seeing Kaho Yuigahama finish up, and went over to take his bag.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Kitakami-kun."

Kaho Yuigahama smiled, packed up, and walked over.

"Okay, I picked up a phone, and I happen to know the owner."

Yoru Kitakami signaled the iPhone held to his ear.

"Yoru Kitakami, why is it you?!"

The familiar voice entered Utaha Kasumigaoka's ears, and she shouted in surprise.

Kaho Yuigahama nodded gently, letting Yoru Kitakami follow her out.

Closing the cafe door, the sky outside was pitch black.

"It's so late, I'm really sorry, Kitakami-kun."

Facing the night, Kaho Yuigahama took out a set of car keys from her bag and said to Yoru Kitakami, who was on the phone next to her.

Walking behind her classmate Kaho Yuigahama's mother, Yoru Kitakami didn't dare to look at that perfect, exquisite figure.

"The car is parked a bit far, sorry."

"Need to walk for a while."

Kaho Yuigahama turned back to remind him.

Yoru Kitakami nodded politely, replying to Utaha Kasumigaoka: "Very unexpected, I picked up your phone?"

"Where are you now? At the cafe?" Utaha Kasumigaoka relaxed slightly.

Fortunately, Yoru Kitakami could barely be considered an acquaintance.

"No, the cafe just closed." Yoru Kitakami said lightly.

"Then can you send the phone to my house?"

With the phone in the other person's hand, Utaha Kasumigaoka's tone and posture were very soft.

"I can bring it to you tomorrow."

Yoru Kitakami refused decisively.

At this time, sending the phone back to Utaha Kasumigaoka from far away, was he sick in the middle of the night?

Or was there a reward?

For example... cough cough...

"Why, I can pay you a reward."

Utaha Kasumigaoka rolled back onto the bed, rolling around, completely lacking the noble and cold demeanor she usually showed to outsiders.

These self-righteous girls, one after another, were all contrasting.

"I'm not lacking that bit of money from you, okay."

Yoru Kitakami saw Kaho Yuigahama press the car key in her hand, and a compact white Suzuki's lights flashed in the distance.

"Won't it be too crowded to drive such a car?"

Muttering a sentence, Yoru Kitakami put his attention back on the call with Utaha Kasumigaoka.

"I said I'd bring it to you tomorrow, I don't have time today, or you can come and get it yourself."

Yoru Kitakami quickened his pace to keep up with Kaho Yuigahama.

"You? Can you help me a little?"

"I'm not..."

Utaha Kasumigaoka rolled on the bed, a flash of impatience in her eyes, and immediately stopped.

"That's it, think clearly and call me, I'll sleep by eleven at the latest."

Yoru Kitakami gave Kaho Yuigahama an apologetic smile and chose to sit in the passenger seat.

Turning on the high beams, Kaho Yuigahama's plump chest almost touched the small steering wheel, and she started to reverse.

Yoru Kitakami reported his home address.

"Apartment?"

Kaho Yuigahama opened the navigation.

"Yeah, living alone."

Yoru Kitakami nodded, then asked curiously: "Um... Manager Yuigahama, how come I haven't seen Mr. Yuigahama?"

"Mr. Yuigahama, my husband?"

Kaho Yuigahama gently stepped on the accelerator.

A beautiful lady in her forties must be a good driver.

Smile...

"Divorced for almost twenty years, right."

Smiling easily, Kaho Yuigahama answered as usual, looking straight ahead.

"Is? Is that so?"