Chapter 331

Kitakami Yoru was laughing in the kitchen alone.

"There is no regret medicine in the world."

Fujiwara Chika threw the watermelon rind into the trash can and patted her cheeks lightly in distress.

"Meow meow?"

Sansan hid in a dark corner, observing the stranger Fujiwara Chika for a long time.

Sensing no danger, it sauntered over and curled up on the familiar little sofa.

Kitakami Yoru set off from the kitchen, saw Fujiwara Chika playing with Sansan, and smiled.

"I'll apologize properly another day; that night I dreamed of bullying Eriri, but..."

"Wait, I didn't talk in my sleep, did I?"

A trace of panic flashed in his mind, and Kitakami Yoru looked at Fujiwara Chika, who was playing with Sansan.

He didn't have the bad habit of talking in his sleep.

Absolutely not.

"Sansan is very popular with girls..."

"The weather is cold, should I go out and buy a warm cat bed for it?"

Kitakami Yoru carried the bowl and chopsticks back to the kitchen.

"Stupid perverted stinky hooligan Classmate Kitakami!"

Fujiwara Chika stroked Sansan's round head and secretly gritted her teeth and cursed.

Kitakami Yoru, who had spent five or six minutes washing the bowls and chopsticks, came out and looked at Fujiwara Chika in a daze.

Sitting back on the small sofa, his hand instinctively picked up the drink the other party had just drunk, shook it twice, and put it to his mouth to sip.

The drinks were the same style; Kitakami Yoru didn't pay much attention, and drank a few sips without realizing the drink in his hand was Fujiwara Chika's.

"Too sweet."

Even the disgusting dead otaku Kitakami Yoru didn't like it too sweet.

"You're drinking mine."

Fujiwara Chika pouted her unhappy little mouth and turned her head to remind him.

From the beginning, she had long discovered it, but deliberately didn't remind him.

"Hmm?"

Kitakami Yoru immediately looked at the drink bottle in his hand, which was already empty.

"Hmph, apologize to me."

Fujiwara Chika snorted.

"Sorry, sorry."

Kitakami Yoru's complexion was slightly ugly and awkward, and he threw the drink bottle into the trash can.

"This apology has no sincerity." Fujiwara Chika was still unhappy.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Kneel down and apologize to you, let you step on me a few times?"

Kitakami Yoru sighed casually.

Drunk kissing, he couldn't control it.

"It was my first kiss too..."

After finishing, Kitakami Yoru whispered.

Eriri's doesn't count!

"Classmate Kitakami's too?"

Fujiwara Chika's eyebrows jumped quickly, and she was instantly happy.

Kitakami Yoru's was also his first kiss; it wasn't a loss at all.

"Ahem, this proposal is good."

The happy Fujiwara Chika coughed and held back her laughter.

"Chika, you aren't joking, are you?"

"The weather is cold recently; how about we go out together this weekend and buy a cat bed for Sansan?"

Kitakami Yoru was stunned for a moment, held back a smile of excitement, and changed the subject.

"No, just apologize to me like this; I'll step on you to death!"

Fujiwara Chika put Sansan aside and shook her head to refuse.

Did she take it seriously?!

"You don't really want me to kneel down and step on me, do you?"

Kitakami Yoru's eyes were filled with disbelief.

Fujiwara Chika chose to explain her thoughts with actions.

A pair of cute little feet wrapped in black short cotton socks were raised high, and the soles of the feet extended toward Kitakami Yoru's face.

Just as she was about to step on it, Fujiwara Chika shyly retracted them again.

When Kitakami Yoru was sleeping like a dead pig, she was this relaxed and under no pressure.

When awake, she absolutely couldn't do it.

"Just joking, right."

Kitakami Yoru breathed a sigh of relief, but why did he feel regretful?

"It wasn't a joke."

Fujiwara Chika stood up angrily at Kitakami Yoru, and in an instant, she was taller than him.

From a high position, she raised her right leg and stepped toward Kitakami Yoru's face.

Betting that Fujiwara Chika wouldn't dare to step on him, someone closed his eyes regretfully.

"Eh-"

"Chika is tempting me like this, I really..."

"Can't help but think wildly..."

Kitakami Yoru was unwilling to think wildly about his great benefactor Fujiwara Chika, but he couldn't control his thoughts flying wildly.

It's uncomfortable!

This was what Kitakami Yoru bet right; Fujiwara Chika's mouth shriveled, and she retracted her right leg.

Standing on the sofa with only one leg was very dangerous and easy to sprain her ankle and fall.

"Ah... hiss..."

Kitakami Yoru, who was closing his eyes, was the first to hear Fujiwara Chika scream in panic.

When he opened his eyes, he heard a gasp.

Fujiwara Chika gave a perfect demonstration.

"Hiss... hiss..."

Biting her pink lips, her cute face twisted in pain, and she had no way to respond to Kitakami Yoru's words.

"Sprained your ankle?"

Kitakami Yoru threw his wild thoughts to the back of his mind and got up to check Fujiwara Chika's state.

Fortunately.

Holding her foot, she could still nod; it was just a normal sprain.

"Hmm."

Fujiwara Chika nodded in pain.

"With me here, it's fine."

Kitakami Yoru comforted her and hurriedly ran to the kitchen to get ice cubes.

Hey, sprained her ankle.

What if she can't go home later?

Outside the door, Gabriel sneezed, turned around, and went back to get a sweater.

Wearing a pink knitted sweater, she walked in the cold wind.

Going to the convenience store, she bought two shopping baskets of food, and when checking out, Gabriel took out her wallet. ===== CHAPTER 332 =====