Chapter 360

"Right, let's check the album!"

Kitakami Yoru had a flash of inspiration, remembering that high school girls generally liked to take selfies.

So, he opened the album.

At the same time.

Kasumigaoka Utaha, who had returned home, turned on the light, intending to take out her phone to watch some short videos and relax.

Flipping back and forth, suspiciously wanting to dig up the yard outside, she discovered her phone was missing!

Hurriedly digging out her spare phone, she pressed the power button with trepidation.

"Hope there's still power, and the phone wasn't picked up by someone else."

"It should have been left at the cafe, I forgot to take it when I left."

Kasumigaoka Utaha, who was frantically regretting, saw the spare phone successfully turn on, with about 30% battery left.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

In this era, whether it's boys and girls or middle-aged corporate slaves.

Everyone can't do without a phone, which has already evolved into a necessity.

Losing a phone isn't a big deal.

Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't store any important information on her phone either.

But she had a photo of herself, taken not long ago to please herself, wearing sexy underwear.

In Neon, a photo means a picture.

If...

Kasumigaoka Utaha closed her eyes, her facial expression twitched, and she couldn't help but fantasize.

If the person who picked up the phone, by any chance...

"I..."

Covering her face, Kasumigaoka Utaha muttered and scolded herself for being an idiot.

How could she lose her phone.

"Make a call."

Taking a deep breath, she entered the phone number, Kasumigaoka Utaha was so nervous that her toes tightened, stepping on the edge of the nightstand.

High-end black pantyhose, reinforced at the toes, wrapped around a pair of beautiful feet painted with blue-green nail polish, exuding an incomparably alluring and wonderful fragrance.

"Du-du-du..."

The waiting sound came from the phone, Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at her feet boredly, not knowing why Aki Tomoya didn't appear in her mind.

Instead, it was Kitakami Yoru.

"Heh, so there really are people who would get horny over the black-silk feet of a high school girl who has been stuffed in shoes all day..."

"It's actually Kasumigaoka Utaha, this photo of her..."

Just seeing Kasumigaoka Utaha's sexy private photo, Kitakami Yoru hadn't had time to react.

Opening his eyes slightly, a call interrupted his thoughts.

Kitakami Yoru already knew the owner of the lost phone was Kasumigaoka Utaha, and chose to answer the call.

"Hello, excuse me, did you pick up my phone?"

Being connected for the first time, Kasumigaoka Utaha, who was somewhat surprised and happy, pulled her long, full beautiful legs back to sit cross-legged.

"It's me, can you tell?"

Kitakami Yoru hung a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, saw Yuigahama Xianghui finish the finishing work, and went over to take his school bag.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Kitakami-kun."

Yuigahama Xianghui smiled, packed up, and walked over.

"Alright, I picked up a phone, and I happen to know the owner."

Kitakami Yoru signaled the Apple phone held to his ear.

"Kitakami Yoru, how is it you?!"

The familiar voice entered Kasumigaoka Utaha's ears, and she shouted in surprise.

Yuigahama Xianghui nodded gently, letting Kitakami Yoru follow her out.

Closing the door of the cafe, the sky outside was dim.

"It's so late, I'm really sorry, Kitakami-kun."

Facing the night, Yuigahama Xianghui took out a set of car keys from her bag and said to Kitakami Yoru, who was on the phone next to her.

Walking behind classmate Yuigahama Yui's mother, Kitakami Yoru didn't dare to look at that perfect, stunning figure at all.

"The car is parked a bit far, sorry."

"Need to walk for a while."

Yuigahama Xianghui turned back to remind him.

Kitakami Yoru nodded politely and replied to Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Very surprised, I picked up your phone?"

"Where are you now? In the cafe?" Kasumigaoka Utaha relaxed slightly.

Fortunately, Kitakami Yoru could barely count as an acquaintance.

"Not there, the cafe just closed." Kitakami Yoru said lightly.

"Then can you send the phone to my house?"

With the phone in the other person's hand, Kasumigaoka Utaha's tone and posture were very soft.

"I can bring it to you tomorrow."

Kitakami Yoru refused decisively.

At this time, sending the phone back to Kasumigaoka Utaha from far away, in the middle of the night, was he sick?

Or was there a reward?

For example... cough cough...

"Why, I can pay you a reward."

Kasumigaoka Utaha rolled back onto the bed, rolled over, completely unlike the noble and cold appearance she usually showed to outsiders.

These self-righteous girls, one by one, were full of contrast.

"I don't lack that bit of money from you, okay."

Kitakami Yoru saw Yuigahama Xianghui press the car key in her hand, and a compact white Suzuki car light flashed in the distance.

"Won't it be too crowded to drive a car like this?"

Muttering, Kitakami Yoru put his attention back into the call with Kasumigaoka Utaha.

"I said I'd bring it to you tomorrow, I don't have time today, or you can come and get it yourself."

Kitakami Yoru quickened his pace to keep up with Yuigahama Xianghui.

"You? Can't you help me a little?"

"I'm not..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha thought of another way.

This method had a certain risk of losing the phone.

And it wasn't reassuring enough.

"Given your attitude toward me, I am very dissatisfied."

"Either I bring it to you tomorrow, or you come to get it yourself, forget the rest."

Kitakami Yoru actually didn't have the boring behavior of deliberately making things difficult for Kasumigaoka Utaha.

He was lazy.

Lazy to download and register various face-recognition APPs, and place an order to send the phone back to Kasumigaoka Utaha.

"You? Can't you help me a little?"

"I'm not..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha rolled on the bed, a flash of impatience in her eyes, and immediately stopped.

"That's it, think clearly and call me, I sleep at 11 o'clock at the latest."

Kitakami Yoru gave Yuigahama Xianghui an apologetic smile and chose to sit in the passenger seat.

Turning on the high beams, Yuigahama Xianghui's full chest almost touched the small steering wheel, and she started to reverse.