Chapter 325

Kitakami Yoru waved his small hands vigorously, gently driving away a cat that had stood up, its fur completely black and thick like black ink.

And it was very fat, very round.

"Meow meow..."

Sansan tilted its round little head and meowed twice, not understanding Kitakami Yoru's words.

Mistaking that its owner was playing with it, it retracted its claws and patted Kitakami Yoru's palm with its hand.

"Forget it, Chika, you can sit on that small chair, or I'll go sit on that small chair." Kitakami Yoru raised his head helplessly.

Sitting on the small sofa is the most comfortable, most suitable for dining, and you can also see the TV.

Two people sitting, just enough space for activities.

Unfortunately, Sansan didn't want to leave.

Now the weather at night is cool, several degrees lower than last week, not suitable for sitting on the floor.

Even if a thin carpet is laid.

"Eh, is this your cat, Classmate Kitakami?"

Fujiwara Chika watched for a while before speaking in surprise.

She had never heard Kitakami Yoru say that he raised such a fat cat!

"Yes, Chika, didn't you also raise that dog, Pes?"

Kitakami Yoru responded gently and straightened his waist.

After finishing, he looked at Sansan, emotions surged in his heart, and he smiled.

In a blink of an eye, he had brought Sansan home and raised it for several months.

Accompanying him, walking through spring and summer, arriving in autumn, and about to step into winter.

From a disgusting dead otaku, hated by everyone who saw him, to now.

The feelings had long been cultivated.

"Raising a cat and raising a dog are different."

"It's so fat, but it looks so cute."

Fujiwara Chika walked to Kitakami Yoru's side, tentatively reached out her hand, and slowly bent down.

Sansan straightened its head and didn't dodge the stranger's hand approaching it, perhaps because its owner was by its side.

"Don't bite me, scratch me, Sansan."

Fujiwara Chika learned from Kitakami Yoru and called out Sansan's name.

"Meow!"

Seeing a pair of white and tender little hands getting closer and closer to itself, Sansan still meowed and ran away directly from the side.

But this made space for the small sofa.

"I want to watch TV, so I'll sit here and eat."

Fujiwara Chika frowned slightly, which should be because she was unhappy that Sansan wouldn't let her touch it.

As for wanting to watch TV.

It was purely made up.

From before, her mouth was full of lies.

This little mouth that likes Kitakami Yoru and lies should be well punished and trained!

"Chika, sit down, you can eat some fruit first."

Kitakami Yoru enthusiastically invited Fujiwara Chika to sit down.

Afterward, he sat down next to Fujiwara Chika, the two separated by a distance of about forty centimeters, not crowded at all.

"So much."

Fujiwara Chika smiled shallowly and happily, just looking at the dishes.

Hungry to the point of being back-to-back, her whole mind was focused on Kitakami Yoru beside her.

Hearing Kitakami Yoru call her name so intimately, she felt embarrassed now.

"If I had known, I shouldn't have let Classmate Kitakami call me like that..."

"Too... too unaccustomed."

Sending a few blueberries into her mouth, Fujiwara Chika's thoughts flowed back to this point.

But if she really wanted Kitakami Yoru to stop calling her that, she definitely wouldn't want to!

Unlike Fujiwara Chika, who had ulterior motives, Kitakami Yoru didn't think too much.

At this moment.

The time was past eight o'clock.

For ordinary people's dinner, it gets dark quickly in autumn and winter, and energy consumption is high.

Basically, it's solved when the sky is about to get dark, or just after it gets dark.

Except for non-essential situations.

Kitakami Yoru said he was eating, and he was really eating seriously.

During the meal, he was fascinated by a documentary playing on TV, occasionally responding to Fujiwara Chika's words.

The food was very sumptuous, with color, fragrance, and taste.

"Is the TV better looking than me?"

Fujiwara Chika, feeling ignored, swallowed the rice in her mouth unhappily.

Sitting next to the person she likes, everyone would put their attention and heart on the person they like.

Complaining in her heart, Fujiwara Chika didn't dare to say it, lifted a pair of small feet under the table, and sat cross-legged.

"Chika, are you cold?"

Kitakami Yoru observed Fujiwara Chika's movements from the corner of his eye.

"Not cold, tired of sitting."

Fujiwara Chika shook her head faintly.

This damn Kitakami Yoru.

After kissing her, almost touching her all over, now he has an indifferent look.

Simply a dead piece of wood.

Fujiwara Chika very much hoped that Kitakami Yoru would take the initiative.

But next, while eating, she began to think crookedly elsewhere.

For example...

Kitakami Yoru doesn't like her at all, not even the kind of affection that wants to be together.

Or does he have a girlfriend, someone he likes?

This is really possible.

"The blonde girl living next door!"

Fujiwara Chika's chopsticks clamped together with a snap.

"Classmate Kitakami, actually I went to the wrong place just now and knocked on the door next door."

Pausing the action of picking up food, Fujiwara Chika looked at Kitakami Yoru and pretended to be completely indifferent.

"And then?"

Kitakami Yoru took out a tissue and wiped his mouth.

"The one who opened the door was a super cute blonde girl who mentioned your name."

"Who is it?"

Fujiwara Chika secretly began to get nervous, her whole body tensed.

"Why are you asking this?"

The stupid Kitakami Yoru didn't realize anything was wrong at all.

Asking a disgusting, misogynistic dead otaku who had just lost weight and hadn't even been a month to understand a girl's mind.

This is too difficult!

Ordinary boys try hard to pursue ordinary girls, worrying and struggling to figure out girls' minds, the probability of failure is too high.

Fujiwara Chika is not an ordinary girl!

A child of a pyramid family politician.

"Just asking, if you don't want to, forget it." ===== CHAPTER 326 =====