Chapter 311

The countless thoughts in his mind were cut off by Kitakami Yoru in the blink of an eye.

Her beautiful eyes blinked, and she stared blankly at Kitakami Yoru.

"Ah... yes..."

Aoyama Nanami nodded subconsciously in reply.

The big stone of nervousness finally fell.

"Phew..."

Secretly letting out a long sigh of relief, Aoyama Nanami felt like a patient who had been initially diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor, only to find out after a CT scan that it was a misdiagnosis—the relief of surviving a disaster.

"What's the matter... luckily Kitakami-san didn't discover it..."

"Otherwise, I would never dare to see him again."

"I'm just wearing a bathrobe at home, I just came out of the shower; are you really that embarrassed, Nanami?"

Kitakami Yoru pouted and said in a slightly blaming tone.

He had no idea that because of that one direct sentence, he had missed a perfect, top-grade treasure.

But then again...

This treasure already belonged to him; it was only a matter of time.

Hehehe...

Maybe if he keeps raising her, then...

When he develops and carves her, it will be easier and smoother.

"I was just a bit embarrassed, and then you came to touch my ears."

"You didn't give me time!"

Aoyama Nanami lowered her head and whispered in defense.

"Nanami, your ears are quite cute; if you don't speak like that again in the future, I'll tug on your ears again."

Kitakami Yoru laughed it off and looked curiously at the two sheets of printed paper on the floor.

"Ha?"

This remark gave Aoyama Nanami a big fright; tugging on them at home was fine, she definitely wouldn't resist, and couldn't resist anyway, since no one was there.

But if...

Outside...

No, absolutely not outside!

"But... I can't tell Kitakami-san that my ears can't be touched..."

Aoyama Nanami hurriedly reached out and touched those ears.

"So Nanami, you came to find me for this?"

Kitakami Yoru bent down to pick up the two sheets of printed paper and glanced at them.

The text printed on them was very neat, section by section; were they lines?

"Yes, yes, it's this matter."

Aoyama Nanami nodded repeatedly, wishing she could skip the previous topic.

"What is this?"

Kitakami Yoru asked in confusion.

"Voice acting lines... aren't I taking an exam soon?"

"I wanted to find someone to practice with..."

This was an excuse Aoyama Nanami had thought of long ago and secretly repeated dozens of times in private, so she said it smoothly.

"No problem, your exam is in November, right?"

Kitakami Yoru nodded in agreement.

"You know?"

A flash of surprise crossed Aoyama Nanami's expression.

How did Kitakami-san know?

Originally, she had wanted to have time to be with him after the audition exam...

Woo woo...

X﹏X

Aoyama Nanami's heart was almost broken; she might not just be simply liking Kitakami Yoru, she was definitely deeply in love.

"You told me a long time ago; I've always remembered it?"

Kitakami Yoru replied casually.

Hearing this, Aoyama Nanami felt secretly happy because of this casual remark.

Kitakami-san actually remembered something I once said, even I don't remember it!

Aoyama Nanami, anxious and lost, saw her eyes change quietly.

"What do I need to do?"

Kitakami Yoru yawned; his head felt much better after the shower.

"You look at the lines first, get familiar with them for a while, and I'll go home and change my clothes."

Aoyama Nanami said, secretly clenching her legs, her white-socked small feet stepping on the cool floor.

"I'll wait for you."

Kitakami Yoru tilted his head, pursed his lips, and smiled back.

The sudden expression and action dealt a ten-thousand-point critical hit to Aoyama Nanami.

Her heart rate accelerated immediately; was that strange feeling coming again?

Cursing herself in her heart for being a perverted, lowly, bad woman, Aoyama Nanami tried her best to stand up and ran away in a hurry.

"Was there a need to be in such a hurry?"

Kitakami Yoru, feeling a bit strange, watched Aoyama Nanami leave, and then looked at the wet spot on the small sofa.

"Meow meow..."

San-san, that fat cat, meowed twice and jumped onto the sofa.

"San-san, it's all boiled water, there's nothing else, don't go licking it..."

Kitakami Yoru caught San-san in time, held it in his arms, and rubbed the fat cat hard.

Hehehe...

"Meow..."

San-san's amber eyes spun around, and its paws gently pulled at Kitakami Yoru's clothes.

Ten minutes passed.

Aoyama Nanami, who had changed into a whole set of casual home clothes, returned late.

She had even changed her wet panties, oh...

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

Aoyama Nanami's face was slightly flushed, and it wouldn't fade no matter what.

"I've read it all; do you want me to play that person, play the man?"

Kitakami Yoru showed the printed paper in his hand.

It was a scene of lines where a boy confesses to a girl in a mushy way...

Just looking at it gave him goosebumps.

Nanami actually asked him for help; she definitely trusted him, right?

"Speaking of which, the voice acting exam must be too important for Nanami."

Kitakami Yoru muttered in his heart, not having any intention of overthinking or being perfunctory.

"No, it's the girl..."

After holding back for a few seconds, Aoyama Nanami spoke slowly.

Perhaps because she had experienced the more embarrassing feeling before, her thoughts were clear and she could already have a normal conversation.

If that one had been discovered, she would really be dead!

Kitakami Yoru's movements slowed by half a beat; he was a man, playing a girl?

The side receiving the confession?

But thinking about it carefully, it was nothing.