Chapter 310

However, she sat tightly on the sofa, unwilling to face him, and wouldn't speak.

"Hm... hmph... hmph..."

On this side, Aoyama Nanami's face had completely changed; it was incredibly flushed, and her eyes were rolling slightly upward.

The whites of her eyes occupied half of her pupils.

Her hand was still covering her mouth, but she couldn't help but let out unconscious, small, trembling, feminine-hormone-filled moans from her throat.

Kitakami Yoru behind her pursed his lips helplessly; Aoyama Nanami came to him, and now she was ignoring him?

It was really strange, but her ears were quite fun.

Since she wouldn't speak, then wait for him to tug on her ears and tickle her!

A flash of helplessness and a light laugh filled with inexplicable meaning crossed his eyes; Kitakami Yoru switched to his index finger, gently probing into the contour of Aoyama Nanami's inner ear.

Just tugging on the outside, she was already like this.

On the inside, would she be able to handle it?

The girl, enduring the torment, clearly perceived Kitakami Yoru's mischievous finger, and in her heart, she shouted desperately...

"Don't... absolutely... hmph hmph..."

"You can't... Kitakami-san... my ear ah ah... where..."

"I'm going to die... it's so itchy..."

The wonderful feeling that penetrated deep into her cells, bones, and nerves was like countless parasitic insects desperately burrowing into every fragile and sensitive part of Aoyama Nanami's body.

It wasn't just itchy.

She also wanted to stop Kitakami Yoru!

But she couldn't.

"If you don't speak, I'm going to sleep."

Kitakami Yoru hadn't yet discovered the abnormality of Aoyama Nanami, who was facing away from him.

He urged her lightly and used both hands, using his index fingers to scrape the cartilage of her ear.

"Hmph ah..."

Her tightly closed small mouth finally couldn't hold on and loosened, letting out an incredibly sweet moan, and Aoyama Nanami's shoulders began to tremble.

Her small, white-socked feet began to twitch in spasms...

"Could it be... tsk?"

Kitakami Yoru's hand didn't stop; instead, he went from bad to worse, bullying Aoyama Nanami's ears, and clicked his tongue.

He withdrew his gaze and scanned his own chest.

Could it be that when I came out of the shower, I wasn't wearing clothes, just draped in a large bathrobe.

It was just...

"Barely covering my body, with my thighs and everything exposed, and I'm alone at home with Nanami..."

"Nanami is very easily embarrassed... could she be..."

While thinking, Kitakami Yoru's thoughts temporarily stayed there.

His hands, however, refused to stop no matter what.

He thought, could it be that Nanami was embarrassed to see him come out not wearing clothes, just a bathrobe?

Although it was a bit exaggerated, a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea...

Aside from that, what other reason could there be?

"Nanami...?"

Kitakami Yoru hurriedly withdrew his hands, his face embarrassed as he curled his fingers into fists and spoke gently.

But Aoyama Nanami, who was simultaneously enduring the impact of ice and fire and wishing she could find a piece of tofu to crash into, how could she respond?

"Nanami, I'm sorry; I only just realized you..."

"Shall I go get you a glass of water?"

Kitakami Yoru, who thought Aoyama Nanami was embarrassed, now felt embarrassed himself and made an excuse to get up and leave quickly.

Footsteps sounded, and he ran into the kitchen.

"Ah... hmph..."

The last bit of strength was moaned out from her mouth; Aoyama Nanami, like a candle blown out by the wind, collapsed face-first onto the sofa.

San-san, with its keen sense of smell, caught a faint, strange odor...

"Kitakami-san is too bad..."

"He even knows this, he discovered it... I can't go on living..."

Consciousness gradually recovered from the blur; Aoyama Nanami's heart and body were burning, but her hands and feet began to turn cold.

She couldn't go on living...

Losing...

It was so embarrassing...

The next second, she uncontrollably twitched a few more times.

Kitakami Yoru was in the kitchen, spinning around in a panic, holding a glass of water in his hand.

"Should I go out in a while?"

"I'm in my own home, it's not excessive to wear a bathrobe, right?"

"Is Nanami really like this?"

He really didn't understand, and Aoyama Nanami wasn't willing to say.

After dawdling for a few minutes, Kitakami Yoru made a loud noise on purpose when he walked out to remind Aoyama Nanami that he was coming over.

"Nanami, drink some water..."

Kitakami Yoru saw Aoyama Nanami finally sit up, her face so red it could drip blood, and spoke awkwardly.

"Do you have... ice?"

Don't misunderstand; Aoyama Nanami wanted to drink ice water, not to hint at Kitakami Yoru.

In reality, she wanted to send Kitakami Yoru away!

"Yes, wait a moment."

Kitakami Yoru had ice cubes frozen; he placed the cool water on the table and looked at Aoyama Nanami again.

He returned to the kitchen to prepare ice water.

"Sigh... it's over... was I really discovered, was I seen..."

Aoyama Nanami sighed and hurriedly picked up the cool water to take a small sip.

She urgently needed to replenish water now, even though she wasn't thirsty at all.

The next moment, Aoyama Nanami glanced at the kitchen; the sound of the refrigerator door opening came from inside, and she guiltily splashed the water onto her skirt!

A brand-new skirt she was wearing for the first time, and it hadn't even warmed up yet...

She splashed the remaining half of the water onto the sofa where she was sitting.

A whole glass of water, and she only drank one sip; it was all wasted!

"Phew... this should be fine."

Aoyama Nanami smiled slightly, feeling relaxed, and pursed her lips as she looked toward the kitchen.

Kitakami Yoru came out with the ice water at the same time and saw Aoyama Nanami with her skirt soaked through.

"I... I accidentally didn't hold it steady..."

Before he could speak, the words Aoyama Nanami had prepared in her heart long ago blurted out.

After speaking, she lowered her head slightly, observing Kitakami Yoru's reaction and expression.

She had muddled through.

"It's okay, it's okay."

The small sofa was wet, and Kitakami Yoru couldn't sit down, so he had to hand the ice water to Aoyama Nanami first.

Taking advantage of the time Kitakami Yoru went to get a small chair, Aoyama Nanami poured water onto the small sofa again to cover up the evidence.

She didn't dare to pour too much...

When Kitakami Yoru returned, she gulped down the ice water.

"Nanami, are you ignoring me because I came out wearing a bathrobe and exposed too much?"

"Eh?"