Chapter 328

Ask yourself.

In the whole world, which politician in any country isn't cunning and good at figuring out people's hearts.

Do the right thing at the right time.

At this time, acting a little angry or spoiled would actually have a better effect.

Different people, different methods.

Kitakami Yoru simply put down his chopsticks, held a piece of watermelon in one hand, held a drink in the other, and fed it to Fujiwara Chika's mouth.

He wasn't unwilling.

But he felt it was too intimate; was it inappropriate?

"Chika even came to deliver a jacket to me late at night."

"There was no need at all..."

Seeing Fujiwara Chika, who smiled happily, tilt her head slightly and bite into a piece of fresh imported watermelon, Kitakami Yoru suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Chika came late at night, braving the cool wind to deliver an unimportant jacket to me."

"And had a meal with me, and accidentally got..."

Even if Kitakami Yoru was a fool, he felt something was wrong at this moment.

"Hmm hmm, I want a tissue."

The rich juice of the watermelon stained Fujiwara Chika's lips, and she quickly tilted her head to signal.

"And accidentally let me touch where..."

"Eh!"

Kitakami Yoru thought of this in his heart, suddenly shuddered, and put down the drink to pull a tissue.

"Chika doesn't seem to be very angry..."

"That night, she even slept in the same bed with me for a night."

Looking at Fujiwara Chika, Kitakami Yoru tilted his head slightly, secretly staring at her face to check.

Hmm...

Except for being good-looking and cute, nothing could be seen.

A thought jumped out in his heart: maybe Fujiwara Chika likes him?!

This thought jumped out and couldn't be stopped; it grew wildly, and he wanted to figure it out.

"This is also unlikely, Chika's family is so good, we aren't even in the same class level."

Kitakami Yoru thought, and the next second he met Fujiwara Chika's gaze, helping her wipe her mouth with a tissue.

"Alright, alright, I'm not eating anymore."

Not wanting the person she likes to see this sloppy appearance, Fujiwara Chika waved her hand and took the initiative to move her small mouth away.

"Chika."

Kitakami Yoru looked at Fujiwara Chika and called out softly.

"Is something the matter?"

Fujiwara Chika originally wanted to lie down lazily and rest for a while; she arched her waist and asked suspiciously.

"Feet, move them away."

Kitakami Yoru was a little happy.

Does Fujiwara Chika really like him?

Being a girlfriend would be very suitable.

But...

Would he be wishful thinking...

"Ah? Feet?"

Fujiwara Chika was stunned for a moment and sat down to look at Kitakami Yoru from head to toe.

A trace of disbelief appeared in her eyes.

What does it mean to call her feet like that with a reduplicated word?

Oh, unhappy, begging for mercy?

"I actually... have a bit of a..."

Kitakami Yoru scratched his nose with his index finger awkwardly.

"A bit of what?"

"Hate, dislike?"

Fujiwara Chika said and retracted her feet, sitting cross-legged.

After all, in normal people's thinking, the foot is a dirty and disgusting part.

Who would like it.

After a few seconds of silence in the air, Kitakami Yoru spoke hesitantly and reluctantly:

"Hmm, I'm eating."

The attention that had finally been dispersed was all attracted back by Fujiwara Chika.

Night, alone, apartment...

In this environment, it was pretty good that Kitakami Yoru didn't think wildly and kept calm.

"I won't..."

Fujiwara Chika smiled after hearing this, and shook her head triumphantly.

Kitakami Yoru really had no way to deal with her. He muttered: "Fine, I'll endure it!"

"You'll endure it?"

Fujiwara Chika heard it vaguely, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed into a ball and then relaxed.

Should she retract her feet?

"Will Classmate Kitakami be unhappy, unable to endure it?"

"Eating, deliberately using my feet to tease him, it's quite bad."

After careful consideration, Fujiwara Chika chose to retract her pair of cute feet.

Thinking Kitakami Yoru would be angry?

Come on, he would be happy to explode if he were teasing someone.

If it really didn't work, asking someone to kneel down and step on his face gently wasn't impossible.

"Chika, what time do you plan to go home?"

Kitakami Yoru threw a small bunch of seedless grapes into his mouth.

"Go home?"

"I'll see later."

Fujiwara Chika, who had just lain down, looked at the ceiling and began to think about this question.

She hadn't thought about it.

"I don't want to go home a bit, what if I'm with Classmate Kitakami?"

"There's a super cute blonde girl living next door, and there are so many people in school..."

"Ah ah ah..."

Thinking about it a little, Fujiwara Chika wanted to scratch her scalp off in a hurry.

She didn't know why she liked Kitakami Yoru so much either.

After kissing that day, sending Kitakami Yoru home, Fujiwara Chika returned to bed and twisted like a maggot in a rotten corpse.

She kept giggling, couldn't help it, and left a large pool of drool.

"Not going back?"

Kitakami Yoru seemed casual, speaking while picking up food to eat, but actually secretly observing Fujiwara Chika's micro-expressions and eyes.

"Does Chika really like me?"

Contrary to the expected reaction of Fujiwara Chika screaming in surprise.

Fujiwara Chika was stunned, her brain's operating speed slowed down, and she went over Kitakami Yoru's words.

A shy complexion appeared, and she stuttered, unable to say a word for a long time.

"Classmate Kitakami won't let me go back, how can that be?"

"Could it be that he discovered what happened that day and recalled it?" ===== CHAPTER 329 =====