Chapter 400

But in fact, she wasn't very angry.

Uncomfortable, yes, a little.

Strange.

But Sakurajima Mai could only choose this way; she had no way to choose.

Leave Kitakami Yoru?

Even more so, no!

Kitakami Yoru didn't dodge either, let Sakurajima Mai pinch him lightly, and reached out to hug her directly into his arms.

"Don't touch me, bad underclassman."

Patting Kitakami Yoru's shoulder, Sakurajima Mai didn't resist and let Kitakami Yoru hold her.

Sitting on Kitakami Yoru's crossed thighs, facing each other.

"Mai..."

Kitakami Yoru smiled gently and spoke.

What came into view was a handsome face she missed day and night...

A little deer was quietly born in Sakurajima Mai's violently beating heart, and it began to run around everywhere.

"Don't... don't call me Mai directly, only call me Mai-senpai."

"No manners, regardless of age or social seniority, I'm higher than you, do you know that?"

Sakurajima Mai looked down at the arm Kitakami Yoru had wrapped around her slender waist and emphasized.

"You can only eat me here..."

Kitakami Yoru shook his head left and right, replying playfully.

"You're talking nonsense... call me Mai-senpai."

"Otherwise, let me go immediately and roll home!"

Sakurajima Mai turned her head to the side and said angrily.

"I won't, Mai Mai, Mai-sister, call me Onii-chan?"

Kitakami Yoru was full of bad intentions and was secretly starting to look forward to it.

"It's fine if you don't call me that, just turn your head over."

Sakurajima Mai fell right into Kitakami Yoru's design; hearing the words that made her extremely ashamed, she turned her head and glared at Kitakami Yoru.

Is there no sense of hierarchy in your heart?

Call you Onii-chan?

Not allowed.

The next second.

Kitakami Yoru locked Sakurajima Mai tightly, a hat trick.

Her eyes widened, and the 'mmm mmm' sound from her throat barely escaped from the lips Kitakami Yoru had blocked...

Only then did Sakurajima Mai know she had been tricked.

"So sweet, it's a different feeling."

After their lips parted, Kitakami Yoru closed his eyes and savored the wonderful taste.

"Kitakami Yoru? Every time you kiss me, can't you speak properly?"

"Can't you do it properly?"

The victim, Sakurajima Mai, broke free from Kitakami Yoru's embrace and issued a firm protest.

She didn't agree, and without her permission, Kitakami Yoru kissed her randomly.

"Then try kissing me, Mai?"

Kitakami Yoru gently reached out his hand, held Sakurajima Mai's soft little hand, and smiled.

"Who wants to kiss you, I'm angry!"

"Leave quickly, get out of my house!"

Forcefully shaking off Kitakami Yoru's hand, Sakurajima Mai stood up angrily and clapped her hands.

She was just angry, not furious.

"Mai-senpai..."

Kitakami Yoru slowed his posture, stood up, and his tone began to soften.

He had the thought of staying the night here.

Basically, Sakurajima Mai couldn't be that casual.

It wasn't easy to force her, so he could only try his luck like this.

What if Sakurajima Mai agreed?

"There's nothing you want here, a kiss is my bottom line, get out, get out."

Sakurajima Mai, who had mixed in the entertainment industry since she was a child, had learned micro-expressions and saw at a glance that Kitakami Yoru's intentions were bad.

She began to drive him away without hesitation.

Waving her hand, she stared at Kitakami Yoru and muttered in her heart: "Baka underclassman, pervert, lewd hooligan!"

"Then I'm really leaving?"

Kitakami Yoru showed a reluctant gaze.

"Hurry up, don't force me to turn against you."

"Go find your official girlfriend."

Sakurajima Mai urged.

Kitakami Yoru sighed gloomily, but after reacting, it was a surprise.

"Mai-senpai said that, does it mean you acknowledge I have other girlfriends?"

"Hmm..."

"Even if she doesn't acknowledge it, there's no other way."

But all in all, being able to get along in a friendly way was the best ending.

"Go, go, let you kiss me, I don't want to see you today."

Seeing Kitakami Yoru lingering and not leaving, Sakurajima Mai walked behind him and pushed him gently.

Being pushed, Kitakami Yoru followed this force helplessly, all the way to the door.

Entrance.

Sakurajima Mai stood at the entrance threshold, gazing at Kitakami Yoru, her face slightly flushed from shyness.

"Mai-senpai, then I'm really leaving?"

"You won't see me until next week..."

Kitakami Yoru dawdled, just unwilling to start changing his shoes.

"Once a week, just right."

Sakurajima Mai stood with her hands on her hips, her heart also filled with reluctance and conflict.

As the words fell, Kitakami Yoru stood in place, almost giving up hope of staying.

While changing his shoes, he used his eyes to look from the silver-gray hair to the beautiful feet wrapped in black silk, from top to bottom.

"Mai-senpai..."

Kitakami Yoru changed his shoes and stared straight at Sakurajima Mai's feet.

"Pervert, roll away quickly, not allowed to look."

Sakurajima Mai bent down, took off the slippers she was wearing, and waved them forcefully.

"Alright, alright, not even allowed to look."

Pouting, Kitakami Yoru wanted to touch them in his heart, preferably kiss them or something.

Sakurajima Mai's attitude was very firm, so he had to give up and leave dejectedly.

Walking out of the entrance, sliding the door open, Sakurajima Mai stepped on her slippers and sent Kitakami Yoru into the elevator.

"Call me if anything happens."

Pressing the elevator button, Kitakami Yoru placed his left hand by his ear, making a phone-call gesture.

"Definitely will."

Sakurajima Mai took a step back and watched the elevator door close slowly.