Chapter 363

"No need, where is my phone?"

Seeing Kitakami Yoru being so sensible, Kasumigaoka Utaha's mood improved a bit, and she reached out her little hand to ask for it.

"I don't want to owe you a favor."

Kitakami Yoru picked up the shopping bag with his free hand.

"Ten thousand is enough, is my phone alright?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha asked worriedly.

"Wait a moment."

Kitakami Yoru turned around directly.

Leaving Sansan and the shopping bag in the living room, he walked quickly into the bedroom.

Flipping through his wallet to find a ten-thousand-yen note, when he went out with the phone.

Sansan ran away without a trace.

At the door, Kasumigaoka Utaha's giggling sound came.

"Your name really suits you."

"So heavy, no wonder you're called Sansan."

"Still a little perverted cat? Who did you learn bad things from?"

Kitakami Yoru had just left, and Sansan ran out, jumping into Kasumigaoka Utaha's arms.

Using its head, it rubbed hard against the other's chest coquettishly.

Delusional about getting a second cat can reward.

"Sansan is the Chinese character for three, I picked it up at three o'clock on Wednesday afternoon."

"So I named it Sansan, secondly..."

Kitakami Yoru walked to the door and looked at Kasumigaoka Utaha coldly.

"Secondly, it's a female cat, who do you say it learned bad things from?"

"Storing those sexy photos on the phone, hehe..."

As he spoke, Kitakami Yoru's gaze scrutinized Kasumigaoka Utaha's body from head to toe.

"What's wrong with me storing some selfie photos on my phone?"

"Pervert who flipped through my phone privacy!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha snatched back the phone, holding Sansan and frowning unhappily.

"You didn't look at my privacy?"

"I was careless, you forcibly flipped through my luggage."

Kitakami Yoru raised his head and met the pair of wine-red beautiful eyes.

Still quibbling?

Taking a sexy photo to please yourself?

Laugh?

If it were true, he, Kitakami Yoru, would be willing to kneel down and be Kasumigaoka Utaha's dog!

It was clearly...

It was to please that... secret boyfriend called Rinri-kun, right?

Very early, very early, Kitakami Yoru subconsciously thought that Kasumigaoka Utaha had long been developed by someone else.

"Do you think there's any meaning in saying such things?"

"And you shouldn't have saved my photos, and secretly used them to..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha raised her eyebrows, the faint disdain in her eyes deliberately revealed for Kitakami Yoru to see.

"Not much interest in a slut like you."

Kitakami Yoru sneered.

Hearing such words made him angry.

Thinking every day that others can't live without loving her?

The thick smell of gunpowder was ignited.

Sometimes, a couple can divorce over a small matter and destroy a family.

Not to mention the two enemies who met on a narrow road.

A disagreement could lead to a fight.

"You? What did you call me?"

Having been scolded by Kitakami Yoru once, Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't know the meaning of this word at the time.

Later, she looked it up online.

It made her angry for a whole day.

For women, this word is on the same level as "escort girl".

"Isn't it, walking around all day wearing a pair of black stockings."

Kitakami Yoru supported the door frame and replied.

"Do you understand freedom of dress?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha rolled her eyes speechlessly and said angrily.

"Give Sansan back to me."

Kitakami Yoru pointed to Sansan.

"Give it back to you, stingy, narrow-minded."

Muttering unhappily, Kasumigaoka Utaha squatted down and let go of Sansan.

"Meow..."

Sansan, who wanted to turn back, was hugged by Kitakami Yoru.

Holding the heavy cat with one hand, he used the other to close the door.

But Kasumigaoka Utaha stuck her foot in to block it.

"Anything else?"

Kitakami Yoru grabbed the doorknob.

"Apologize to me."

Kasumigaoka Utaha said unconvinced.

"Angry? Because I called you a slut?"

Kitakami Yoru laughed out loud.

"You're still saying it?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha glared angrily.

"Did you call me a pervert?"

Kitakami Yoru shook his head and asked back.

"I said it was a fact, you completely fit the adjective pervert, aren't you?"

After speaking, Kasumigaoka Utaha showed a disgusted expression and added: "A pervert who likes feet."

Like many normal girls, her thoughts were very simple.

Isn't the organ called the foot very dirty?

If she didn't know the fact that Kitakami Yoru was a perverted foot fetishist, stepping on him with her feet would be a great reward.

Kasumigaoka Utaha was very willing to insult and retaliate against Kitakami Yoru in such a way.

"Suppose I say I like breasts? Am I still a pervert?"

"They are all organs on the human body, is there a difference?"

Kitakami Yoru just wanted to close the door now.

"Yes!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha replied decisively, then folded her arms confidently, wrapping them around her chest:

"You kneel down and beg me, and if I'm happy, I might let you lick my feet."

"Breasts are not allowed."

"Forget about joking."

Kitakami Yoru laughed, not wanting to pay attention to the silly woman in front of him at all.