Chapter 356

Spraying?!

Damn it!

It made her so angry!

"Did I say I wasn't?"

Kitakami Yoru caught a glimpse of a patch of skin above Eriri's eyebrow that was red; it should have been that she got some red paint on it while painting.

"You jerk!"

"Baka, you disgusting fat otaku, this attitude makes me especially unhappy, unhappy!"

Eriri stomped her little foot hard on the floor and scolded irritably.

"Weren't you the one who scolded me first?"

"Alright, I promise you, I won't insult you, okay?"

Kitakami Yoru shrugged his shoulders, pursed his lips, and smiled as he replied to Eriri in front of him.

People who didn't know would think this was a couple with a good relationship, playing and fighting.

"You... what are you suddenly smiling for?"

"Hmph!"

Seeing Kitakami Yoru smile at her first, Eriri's reaction was half a beat slow for a moment, and she tightened her eyebrows and questioned back.

This hateful guy, what the hell is he smiling at!

I actually think he was a bit handsome just now, go to hell!

"That's enough, lest it ruin the relationship between my mother and your mother."

Kitakami Yoru looked into the distance and shifted his figure away from Eriri.

"Wait, I haven't finished speaking yet."

Eriri turned around without hesitation, stepped out with her white-silk-clad little legs, and her dazzling, eye-piercing golden twin tails swayed as she chased to Kitakami Yoru's side.

"Hey, I haven't finished speaking yet!"

"Speak quickly!"

Kitakami Yoru looked at Eriri sideways.

"It's... it's you..."

Eriri's face suddenly turned red.

The words she said next made her feel extremely angry and ashamed.

"You have to keep those... those... videos of mine well..."

"The timer or something... don't forget, if they get posted online..."

"You know the consequences too, you jerk!"

Pointing at Kitakami Yoru, Eriri scolded as she finished speaking, her expression visibly sinking.

Heartbroken, she said no more.

"I know."

Kitakami Yoru turned his head back.

"And... and..."

Eriri sped up to keep up; those little feet and short legs of hers had no advantages other than being delicious and cute.

Oh.

I forgot, there's also the splits.

"I'm not the brain-dead heroine in those pornographic, vulgar items you watch."

"Don't even think about me falling in love with you after you bully me many times!"

Eriri continued.

"I've never thought that way."

Kitakami Yoru looked at Eriri indifferently.

"Tch, I don't believe it, I warn you!"

Eriri extended her index finger and pointed it at Kitakami Yoru in a milk-fierce way.

She was like a corporate slave, and Kitakami Yoru was a black-hearted boss; she only dared to be hypocritical and didn't dare to tear her face off.

Kitakami Yoru didn't answer and looked straight ahead.

Eriri calmed down accordingly, gradually slowing her pace and falling behind.

"That... Eriri, your eyebrow."

Finally, Kitakami Yoru, with a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, turned back to remind her.

"Eriri and Kitakami Yoru?!"

Aki Tomoya could be said to have arrived late, catching up to the two who were on the last bus.

"What's it to you if I have no hair?!"

40: Unclogging the sewer

"What's it to you if I have no hair?!"

Eriri shouted with a red face.

When bullying her, Kitakami Yoru often teased her for having no hair.

Now that he brought it up again, it was clear he was continuing to insult her.

"You just said you wouldn't be like this, and now..."

"Sure enough, your words can't be trusted at all!"

While glaring at Kitakami Yoru, she retreated several steps repeatedly, keeping a distance of several meters from Kitakami Yoru, her hands pressing down on the hem of her Xiuzhiyuan uniform skirt.

Although Eriri wore safety pants every day and there was absolutely no risk of exposure.

The moment Kitakami Yoru said this, it made her feel as if a little snake was trying hard to crawl into her skirt.

Slippery, she could clearly feel it, but in reality, there was nothing.

"No hair..."

Kitakami Yoru was stunned for a while at Eriri's reaction.

He was talking about Eriri's eyebrow, that there was something on it.

Not that...

Now that Eriri brought it up, he suddenly realized the association.

"You... pervert, do you believe I'll kill you?"

"A pervert who doesn't keep his word, I'll beat you to death..."

Eriri swallowed nervously, glaring at Kitakami Yoru angrily.

"I didn't say you have no hair, it's your eyebrow."

Kitakami Yoru shook his head helplessly, took the initiative to reach out and touch his own eyebrow, demonstrating.

"Eyebrow?"

Eriri reached out suspiciously, touching it tentatively.

"Eh?"

Her sapphire eyes narrowed uncertainly, and she clicked lightly with her neatly trimmed nails.

Clicking off a little bit of red paint.

"Look, Eriri, I was reminding you that your eyebrow got paint on it."

Kitakami Yoru replied lightly.

"Then why didn't you just say my eyebrow got paint on it?"

"You deliberately insulted me, and you're still quibbling."

Eriri, looking milk-fierce, looked at Kitakami Yoru suspiciously, and took the opportunity to pull out a small mirror from her school bag.

A piece of solidified red paint was stuck a little bit above her left eyebrow.

"Didn't you tell me to speak less? Do you think you're some kind of noble young lady every day?"

Kitakami Yoru mocked back.

If the little golden retriever barked a few times occasionally, he wouldn't be angry.

But if she barked too much, it was annoying to listen to...