Chapter 336

"I like you, and I'm in a huge rush..."

Kitakami Yoru waved his hand dismissively and shook his head, half-joking.

"Ugh... what are you spouting?"

"I don't like you at all."

Chika Fujiwara's heart was beating extremely fast, thump, thump, thump...

Her heart rate was at least 180 and climbing!

Any faster, and it would be life-threatening.

"Is that so? You don't like me even a little bit?"

For some reason, Kitakami Yoru suddenly dropped his previous devil-may-care expression.

With a faint smile on his lips, the deep affection in his eyes could almost swallow Chika Fujiwara whole.

Never mind Chika Fujiwara, who already liked Kitakami Yoru, even Yukino Yukinoshita or Yui Yuigahama, who were on better terms with him, wouldn't be able to handle it.

"Go to hell, you grabbed me, I hate you."

Chika Fujiwara reached out quickly to strike at Kitakami Yoru.

"My mistake, stop hitting me, watch your foot."

In the heat of the moment, Chika Fujiwara had forgotten that her foot was just injured, but Kitakami Yoru still remembered.

"Oh, then I'll call the driver to pick me up."

Chika Fujiwara stopped resentfully, and after speaking, she glared fiercely at Kitakami Yoru and spat in disgust.

Damn it, now she liked him even more and couldn't bear to leave.

"I'm going to wash my hands."

Kitakami Yoru's hands were covered in the scent of medicated oil.

"You stink, how dare you say my foot smells, bleh..."

Chika Fujiwara stuck out her tongue and made a face, her whole face flushed with shyness.

"Stinks to high heaven, haha."

Kitakami Yoru walked into the kitchen without looking back.

It didn't stink at all; to him, it smelled lovely.

"If you say it stinks again, I'll shove it in your mouth and stomp on you!"

Outside, Chika Fujiwara's exasperated shouting could be heard.

At the same time, she hurriedly lifted her uninjured foot and held it to her nose, sniffing it tentatively.

"It only has a faint scent of shoes and socks; if I take the sock off, it'll probably be gone."

"He's just trying to annoy me on purpose."

Chika Fujiwara didn't think much more of it.

"To think there's such a good thing."

"By the way, does Chika actually like me? Even just a little bit..."

"There should be at least a little, right? Otherwise, she wouldn't be like this. In manga, light novels, and anime... don't they always say girls say one thing but mean another?"

Flicking the water droplets off his hands, Kitakami Yoru walked out.

"Want a drink?"

He picked up the last bottle of beverage, opened it, and sat down.

"Drink it yourself, and also..."

"I'll consider your request to go out this weekend, I'll see if I'm busy."

"I'll give you an answer in a few days."

Chika Fujiwara looked calmly at San-san, secretly observing Kitakami Yoru's reaction from the corner of her eye.

"Fine."

Kitakami Yoru didn't say anything and drank his beverage quietly.

That's over the limit for today's intake.

Sigh...

"Hmph, can I just say it directly?"

Girls are generally tsundere, or rather, shy, and need a stepping stone to come down.

After sitting for about twenty minutes, the driver called to say he had almost arrived.

"Carry me downstairs, my foot is uncomfortable."

Chika Fujiwara stood up on one leg and said.

Kitakami Yoru didn't say anything; he looked at Chika Fujiwara. Should he carry her bridal-style?

He took a step forward, and just as Chika Fujiwara was ready, Kitakami Yoru bent down and squatted.

With a burst of powerful arm strength, he supported her waist with one hand and the soft crook of her knees with the other—this position was quite nice...

He lifted Chika Fujiwara bridal-style, startling her into a soft shriek as she instinctively hid in Kitakami Yoru's arms, leaning against his chest.

The current Kitakami Yoru didn't have much muscle, his chest was flat.

But in a while...

Chika Fujiwara would find it hard to keep her hands off, never getting enough of touching it.

"Who told you to do that?"

Kitakami Yoru held the fragrant, soft, pink-haired girl in his arms and walked to the entrance, sitting down slowly.

"You're a bit heavy, hee hee."

Without answering directly, Kitakami Yoru chuckled.

"I'll kill you, I'll stomp on you, you jerk, you grabbed that place, you kissed me, I hate you so much."

As if they were a couple who had been dating for a long time and had reached the clouds together many times, Chika Fujiwara flirtatiously scolded him.

"Is your foot better? Are you keeping your word?"

Kitakami Yoru slipped on his slippers casually and hooked Chika Fujiwara's shoes with his fingers.

"I am, I'll stomp on you."

The girl thought Kitakami Yoru was joking and humiliating her.

"The moon is beautiful tonight."

Kitakami Yoru sighed, quickly changed his shoes, and carried Chika Fujiwara downstairs.

Tap, tap, tap—

The sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway near midnight; the city of Tokyo had just entered its most vibrant time.

For these two high school students, Kitakami Yoru and Chika Fujiwara, it was already very late.

"Are you going back now?"

As they got closer to the ground floor, Chika Fujiwara knew that Kitakami Yoru was about to part ways with her faster and faster.

Walking downstairs.

Anyway, no one in the family knew except Moeha.

If asked, say she stayed at Kaguya's house.

It wasn't that Fujiwara Chika hadn't stayed at Shinomiya Kaguya's house; the number of times was quite a few.

Seven parts wanted to go home, three parts wanted to stay.

"Stay at my house?"

Kitakami Yoru raised an eyebrow.

"No... no..."

Fujiwara Chika suddenly trembled, and her small hands grabbed the edge of the sofa tightly.

Kitakami Yoru didn't know when he leaned close to her ear, blew a puff of hot air, and spoke gently.

"Contact the driver, I'm sleepy too." 【336-86

"You... you close your eyes..."

"I have a surprise for you, it's a gift."

With one hand putting her phone in her pocket, Chika Fujiwara fumbled with the other.

This kind of skirt, and it has pockets?