Chapter 306

No wonder there was a cooling sheet on my forehead.

I can't drink alcohol anymore...

"Hmph hmph, I clearly put you under the bed, but you actually dared to climb up and squeeze me in the middle of the night; you made me so mad!"

"And you stole my blanket; I'll kick you to death."

Fujiwara Chika's face was red, and she wasn't afraid of Kitakami Yoru exposing her lies.

On the contrary, not lying and letting Kitakami Yoru know that she didn't mind sleeping in the same bed, and even kissed, rubbed, and touched him, would be even more embarrassing.

"Kitakami-san, you did that on purpose, didn't you?"

Fujiwara Chika reached out her small hand and hit Kitakami Yoru's shoulder, accusing him first.

"I really didn't; I was sick, I was delirious..."

"How could it be on purpose... I can swear to it..."

Kitakami Yoru took it for the truth and explained anxiously.

According to Fujiwara Chika's description, he immediately felt that he was guilty of a heinous crime and was incredibly bad.

"What's the use of swearing?"

"You scared me to death; luckily I kicked you off the bed, I don't know how you climbed back up."

Fujiwara Chika pouted in dissatisfaction; hitting him with her hand wasn't enough, so she stretched out her feet to kick him lightly again.

"I am very sorry for causing you trouble."

"Fujiwara-san, please forgive me, haha..."

Kitakami Yoru saw that Fujiwara Chika had a bit of a temper but wasn't really angry, so he put his hands together and bowed.

"Kick you to death, step on you..."

Fujiwara Chika vented her shy, mild anger.

A while later.

She stood up and said lightly: "Rest for a bit, I'll take you away in a while."

At this time, all the elders in the house were out.

But Fujiwara Moeha was still there, and Fujiwara Chika didn't want her sister to see Kitakami Yoru and hear him say something random.

"Okay, it's noon anyway."

Kitakami Yoru calmed down and stood up with a smile.

"I'm going to tidy up and change my clothes; you stand outside the door, and you're not allowed to peek!"

Fujiwara Chika stood up as well, her expression fierce as she raised her foot, aiming the sole of her foot at Kitakami Yoru's face as a warning.

It seemed that if Kitakami Yoru dared to say a word of refusal, she would step on him!

"Fujiwara-san's feet are very cute and look very good; you should stop waving them in front of me."

Kitakami Yoru tried hard to control his mouth from swallowing his saliva; this was just too exquisite and cute.

"You... what did you say?"

"Pervert, get out!"

Fujiwara Chika blushed, retracted her foot, and pointed at the door in annoyance.

Kitakami Yoru wasn't a fool; having slept in the same bed for a night, this was Fujiwara Chika's reaction today.

At the very least, she didn't hate him, right?

Just a little joke.

Complimenting her feet as exquisite, good-looking, and cute wasn't going too far.

"Hurry up."

As if Kitakami Yoru were a flood or a wild beast, Fujiwara Chika was annoyed that he was walking slowly and even used her hand to push him from behind.

"Click—"

Fujiwara Chika closed the door as if guarding against a thief, let out a long sigh of relief, and leaned against the door, patting her chest.

So tired, so startled and shy, so annoying...

Her expression was cute, and her small feet below were pressed together, shyly entwining.

Fujiwara Chika, who was still relatively lacking in certain knowledge, didn't know that there was such a fetish as a foot fetish in the world.

She simply thought that Kitakami Yoru was teasing her or joking.

Or perhaps he was telling the truth.

Kitakami Yoru stood quietly outside the door, curiously observing Fujiwara Chika's home.

Luxurious...

Fujiwara Chika took a moment to calm her mood and opened the wardrobe in the room.

She actually had a walk-in closet.

But for now, she just picked something at random.

Taking out a blue and white dress, Fujiwara Chika went to the full-length mirror, ready to change.

She had already undone two buttons of her pajamas when her hand, holding the dress, stopped.

"If I wear this, will it look bad?"

For some inexplicable reason, Fujiwara Chika began to pay attention to Kitakami Yoru.

With Kitakami Yoru here, how could she be so casual!

And...

Now that she was alone and reflecting calmly.

Hadn't Kitakami Yoru, who had woken up first just now, seen her sleeping, and seen her in her loose pajamas?

Although her upper body had been grabbed a few times in his delirium, and her butt had been given a heavy slap.

But at that time, Kitakami Yoru was asleep and should have been in an unconscious sleepwalking state.

When he woke up, it was completely different!

"I hate you, I dislike you, Kitakami-san."

Fujiwara Chika's beautiful willow eyebrows knitted together, and she sighed as she hung the dress back.

She carefully selected clothes and matching shoes, feeling extremely conflicted.

Actually, sometimes there's no need to care too much about other people's thoughts and gazes.

Strangers, at most, you'll only see them once in a lifetime.

Even for people you interact with often, once you get used to it, you won't care too much.

Kitakami Yoru sat down in boredom and yawned: "Why is Fujiwara-san taking so long?"

Half an hour later.

Fujiwara Chika finally pushed open the door, having changed into a white printed short-sleeved shirt and a red plaid skirt, coming out with a smile on her face.

Picking out clothes took fifteen minutes.

Preparing mentally and relaxing took fifteen minutes.

"Are you ready?"

Kitakami Yoru asked, showing no signs of impatience.

"I'm ready, I'll take you out."

"I'll lend you my transit card so you can take the train home."

Fujiwara Chika pulled the door shut and handed over a transit card.

"I have one in my pocket."

Kitakami Yoru smiled and patted his pocket.

How thoughtful.

"Oh..."

Fujiwara Chika said "oh" and led Kitakami Yoru downstairs.

Her house was super big.

The living room on the first floor was a huge, independent area.

Fujiwara Moeha heard footsteps, pricked up her ears, and leaned out to look.

"Thank you, Fujiwara-san, I've troubled you again."

Kitakami Yoru's voice came through.

"You're welcome, thank Moeha more."