Chapter 381

The family rules pressing on her were like a mountain.

Dating openly during high school was absolutely not allowed by the family.

The Fujiwara surname could be called the oldest and most noble aristocratic surname in Japan.

Even if Fujiwara Chika was a girl, her actions were restricted everywhere, and there were many rules.

Kitakami Yoru didn't say it clearly, and hadn't even said it out loud yet.

But Fujiwara Chika wasn't stupid.

"Dating..."

If you talk about her truest thoughts, Fujiwara Chika was ten thousand times willing.

"Kiss."

Kitakami Yoru hadn't received a reply for a long time, so he sent a kiss.

Attached with a cute emoji.

"Kiss..."

Fujiwara Chika replied the same way.

"Chika-chan, we've already kissed, what do you say our relationship is?"

Kitakami Yoru smiled secretly and continued to ask.

Throwing a straight ball directly.

Making Fujiwara Chika unable to escape.

"Re... relationship?"

Fujiwara Chika's small face flushed with a faint red, and she almost laughed out loud.

But...

She kept pursing her lips, raised her head to look around, and her fingers tapped on the keyboard without force.

Ten seconds... thirty seconds... one minute...

Making Kitakami Yoru on the other side feel like a day was a year!

"Chika... is she still considering, worrying?"

"Hopefully it's shyness..."

Kitakami Yoru shook his legs impatiently.

"Important things should be said in person; do you have time on Saturday?"

Fujiwara Chika finally replied.

"Saturday?"

Kitakami Yoru was stunned.

Strange.

Early this morning, his weekend schedule was filled up instantly; what a coincidence!

"Accompany Sakurajima-senpai on Friday afternoon, accompany Gabriel on Saturday morning to see, if there's no danger I'll leave..."

"Still have time, I guess."

After a little thought, Kitakami Yoru replied to Fujiwara Chika affirmatively.

"Saturday afternoon, or evening."

"No problem, you bad lecher!"

Attached with an angry soybean emoji, Fujiwara Chika raised her head.

She looked around, saw no one paying attention to her, and finally sent an angry soybean emoji, ending the conversation.

"See you later."

Kitakami Yoru replied with a smile.

Morning reading was more than half over.

Kitakami Yoru, who had a ten-fold effort return bonus, didn't need to review much.

Studying seriously in class every day and reading books was enough.

Scrolling through his LINE friends, he stopped at Eriri's note.

"If I send a message to Eriri now, she'll be scared, right?"

"This little golden retriever came to crash into me this morning."

Kitakami Yoru thought, but didn't choose to send it.

Forget it, better not to provoke Eriri.

Continuing to scroll down.

The friend list was empty, not many people.

"Kasumigaoka Utaha... she almost forced me to commit a crime last night."

"It stank so much, those smelly black-silk feet, soft and fluffy."

In the end, Kitakami Yoru put away his phone and started reading.

As if Kitakami Yoru and Kasumigaoka Utaha had telepathy.

The black-haired beauty in loose pajamas was sleeping in the soft quilt, her white, delicate skin breaking out in cold sweat, wetting her pajamas.

That's right.

The time was around nine o'clock.

Morning reading was about to end.

Today, Kasumigaoka Utaha took a half-day off, planning to rest well.

Not to mention a mere half-day, as a good student, the teacher wouldn't have any opinion even if she took a week off.

As the saying goes, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night.

In a fragrant dream, Kasumigaoka Utaha dreamed that she was taken to a love hotel by Kitakami Yoru.

He was laughing, shouting that he finally got her, while scolding her for her smelly feet.

Turning over, Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyebrows trembled slightly, and her small hand grabbed the thin quilt unconsciously...

This was just a dream!

Her body had a partial overlap with the reactions in the dream.

Her cold, noble, beautiful face was tightly wrinkled, and the little foot that Kitakami Yoru held in his mouth in the dream was also tense...

Everything was so real...

Of course, Kasumigaoka Utaha hadn't experienced it personally.

Then, she woke up too!

"Huff... huff... huff..."

As soon as she opened her eyes, her eyes, accustomed to the darkness, were uncomfortable from the bright light, and Kasumigaoka Utaha, panting, closed them quickly.

Turning over, she buried her head in the pitch-black quilt before slowly opening them.

A pair of wine-red beautiful eyes were full of bewilderment and helplessness...

"Huh? Eh?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha made an unconscious sound; she was still sleepy!

She took the dream as reality!

Just how much did she miss Kitakami Yoru...

"Was that just a dream?!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha, who had gradually recovered, immediately lifted the quilt.

Her eyes were exposed to the bright light again, and she narrowed them quickly to feel more comfortable.

Narrowing her eyes, she looked around.

"Isn't this my own home?"

"The dream was too real..."

Following her surprised shout, Kasumigaoka Utaha instantly relaxed and fell back onto the bed.

Looking at the ceiling, she recalled it luckily.

"Should I see a psychiatrist?"

Placing her arm on her forehead helplessly, Kasumigaoka Utaha let her mood empty out.