Chapter 309

Hurting herself.

Her small hands frantically and hurriedly rummaged through Kitakami Yoru's clothes and pants; Aoyama Nanami checked carefully, her breathing nearly frozen.

After a few moments, her hope was directly shattered.

She saw the stuck hair again, on his pants—one, no, two strands!

She didn't even need to compare them to distinguish that the source of the three strands of hair was the same.

"Kitakami-san slept over with someone else last night..."

"No, no, no... it's also possible he went on a date this morning, and the other person hugged him affectionately, sticking the hair on."

Aoyama Nanami grabbed the last straw in disbelief, her expression like a patient who was unwell and highly suspected of having cancer, waiting for the biopsy result for the final confirmation.

99% of her heart was deceiving her poor self.

"Yukino Yukinoshita?!"

Throwing the clothes back to their original place, Aoyama Nanami pinched a strand of hair with her index finger and thumb, and Yukino Yukinoshita's beautiful voice and face flashed through her mind.

A thick sense of powerlessness and inferiority surged in her heart; Aoyama Nanami stared blankly at the hair, suddenly realizing.

This isn't right?

Yukino Yukinoshita's hair isn't this short?!

Realizing this, Aoyama Nanami hurriedly grabbed Kitakami Yoru's clothes, took down the three strands of hair, and stretched them out for comparison.

The basic length was the same, with no error.

"The hair isn't Yukino Yukinoshita's?!"

After comparing, Aoyama Nanami was slightly relieved at first.

And then she didn't know what she was relieved about, or what she should do?

"Clothes..."

Muttering a word, she swallowed her saliva, picked up Kitakami Yoru's clothes, and placed them at the tip of her nose.

A rich fragrance rushed toward her...

Aoyama Nanami's hands were shaking...

So fragrant...

She couldn't deceive herself anymore; she had indeed spent the night with a girl.

A hug couldn't leave such a fragrant scent.

"But the person isn't Yukino Yukinoshita?"

Aoyama Nanami, startled, covered her chest, her teeth biting her fragrant lips lightly.

"Click—"

At this moment, Kitakami Yoru, draped in a large bath towel, pushed the door open and greeted her: "Nanami, wait a moment."

"I... Kitakami-san..."

Aoyama Nanami froze for half a beat, immediately turned her head to see Kitakami Yoru smiling at her, and walked quickly back to the room.

"I'd better go."

Picking up the printed paper on the floor, Aoyama Nanami wanted to leave in a panic, but her whole body had no strength.

Before a few minutes had passed, Kitakami Yoru had put on his clothes and walked out in a hurry, forcing Aoyama Nanami to stay and try to disguise her expression.

"San-san, you're rolling on my clothes, aren't you?"

Kitakami Yoru glanced at Aoyama Nanami, complained, grabbed San-san by the scruff of its neck, and moved it away from his dirty clothes.

Afterward, he sat down next to Aoyama Nanami, tilted his head, and looked over: "Nanami, tell me, what do you need my help with?"

"Uh... I... hm... ah ah..."

Aoyama Nanami tilted her head, half-facing Kitakami Yoru, stammering and unable to respond immediately.

She was afraid that Kitakami Yoru would discover her abnormality.

She gritted her teeth, reached out, threw the printed paper at Kitakami Yoru, and said with a trembling tone: "Help... help me... this..."

"Nanami, you're so strange?"

"Why aren't you looking at me? And you're shaking while you talk..."

Kitakami Yoru frowned slightly, didn't take it, but instead asked in confusion.

"Help... help me..."

Aoyama Nanami was so scared that tears were about to fall; she could only repeat this sentence.

"What?"

Kitakami Yoru frowned deeper and glanced at the printed paper.

Two copies, with text neatly printed between the lines.

Upside down, Kitakami Yoru couldn't make it out either...

"Nanami?"

Asking one last time, Kitakami Yoru's gaze slid down from the top of Aoyama Nanami's head and stayed for a second on her exquisite, pink, small ears.

Following the path downward, it landed on a pair of cute, white-socked small feet.

Nanami rarely wears white socks...

Muttering a word, Kitakami Yoru stood up, and the sofa bounced.

Aoyama Nanami felt Kitakami Yoru's movement and hurriedly reached out to cover her face, blocking him from seeing.

She didn't know; in short, she didn't know.

The shy girl had no idea what to do, nor did she know why she had such a reaction.

"Eh, Nanami, you... what happened?"

Kitakami Yoru's bent legs slowly lowered, and he complained.

What on earth is wrong with this Aoyama Nanami?

She wouldn't speak, wouldn't look at him, and wouldn't let him look at her.

"Sigh..."

Sighing, Kitakami Yoru's gaze landed on Aoyama Nanami's small ears.

They were the only things exposed, and he could easily reach out and tug on them.

Kitakami Yoru slowly reached out, and just as he was about to touch them.

He stopped and spoke again: "Nanami, if you don't speak, I'm going to tug on your ears..."

One second... two seconds...

As the three-second countdown fell, Kitakami Yoru's fingers tugged on Aoyama Nanami's ear, pulling it with just the right amount of force.

If he were willing to give Aoyama Nanami a few minutes, he would definitely receive a reply...

In just three seconds, demanding a timely response from a girl in this state was completely impossible.

Kitakami Yoru, of course, wouldn't pull hard enough to hurt Aoyama Nanami; after tugging twice, he changed to a rubbing and tickling method, while moving closer:

"Nanami, if you don't speak or turn around, I'm going to tickle you."

The scene shifted to the other side.

Being suddenly attacked and played with by the person she liked on her sensitive spot was something Aoyama Nanami had absolutely not expected...

Just from these few touches, she already had a strange feeling.

Yet she had no way to open her mouth and say it to Kitakami Yoru.

The moment his fingers touched her ear, she had cried out, but she had tightly covered her mouth, not letting Kitakami Yoru hear.

"No... I... can't hold it..."

23: It's all boiled water, don't lick it

With her sensitive spot held in the hands of the person she liked, being lightly stroked and played with at will.

Aoyama Nanami had long since thrown all the wild thoughts in her heart to the nine heavens.

What Kitakami Yoru seeing someone else, Yukino Yukinoshita's hair...

None of it mattered anymore.

Currently, she was more afraid of her body's strange reaction, losing face, and letting Kitakami Yoru discover it!

"Nanami, why are you like this?"

Kitakami Yoru asked while lightly brushing his fingers across Aoyama Nanami's small, exquisite earlobes.

From time to time, he would suddenly increase the force, scraping with his fingernails to stimulate Aoyama Nanami's reaction.