After getting married, a popular seiyuu suddenly moved to my house

Chapter 388 382. The car drove past gently, and she got out of the way. (Ask for a monthly pass!)

The car was driving slowly on the street under the moon, an unknown animation theme song was playing in the car, Sakura Ayane was driving the car, humming softly.

The rhythm is cheerful and the tune is soft.

After a long time, Sakura Ayane seemed to think of something, and couldn't help but sigh.

"I am the song I want to sing."

At the red light ahead, Sakura Ayane slowed down the car, and in front of the sidewalk, young men and women holding hands were crossing the road together.

Ayane Sakura turned her head to look at Kazuto Mogami who was sleeping.

"Hey, how long are you going to sleep?"

Naturally, Kazuto Mogami couldn't reply, only the sound of his shallow breathing indicated his current state.

"Tell me something funny when you're drunk. Didn't I tell you a lot yesterday? It's too unfair for you to keep silent like this."

Until the green light turned on again, Kazuto Mogami was unable to utter a single word.

"Really boring."

Angrily stepping on the accelerator, Mogami Kazuto knocked his head on the car window, he frowned slightly, and whimpered twice.

Ms. Sakura, who was still sullen, immediately laughed out loud.

If you want to ask Ms. Sakura how she feels at the moment, she probably doesn't know much about it herself.

She often misunderstands other people's ideas, and is often confused about her own thoughts.

As Kazuto Mogami said, Ayane Sakura is an awkward woman.

Troublesome, arrogant, self righteous.

Flaws are not scary, no one is born perfect, the scary thing is not being aware of your own flaws.

Fortunately, whether it is Mogami Kazuto or Sakura Ayane, they are slowly filling up their vacant depressions and making themselves better.

On the way back, Ayane Sakura stopped the car halfway to buy mineral water and hangover medicine.

He praised himself very complacently, he was too thoughtful.

Even I do some things to take care of others occasionally. I really look forward to seeing the expression on my caring for him when he wakes up.

It's bound to be pretty exciting.

Ms. Sakura couldn't help standing in front of the cashier of the convenience store, giggling silly, attracting the attention of others, and finally had to hide her face and flee in a hurry.

The streets of Shinjuku at night are somewhat congested. Ms. Sakura, who is very concerned about the concept of time, will inevitably feel impatient in normal times.

But today is incredible, I can't feel the flow of time.

It was as if time had been suspended by the stand-in messenger, whether it was the air or the atmosphere, they were all stagnant at this moment.

Gradually, the sky began to rain in accordance with the atmosphere, pattering, knocking on the car window, making a sound like a spring bear knocking on the door.

Under the night sky, the windshield was scraped by the windshield wipers, and the rain drifted upward obliquely, like an eternal meteor shower.

In the dimly lit carriage, his handsome profile was peaceful. If he watched too much, he might have a traffic accident.

She fanned herself slightly with her hands.

Obviously it is May.

It's not even early summer yet.

The body temperature is also good, and the heartbeat is also good.

It seems that they have all jumped to the midsummer night in August. Among the crowds in the downtown area, under the gorgeous fireworks, my heart beats endlessly.

Since when did I have such a strange feeling?

Ayane Sakura could no longer remember.

At first, he was obviously an annoying guy, although... now I just think he is annoying.

Always tell the truth to yourself, no girl likes to listen to the truth.

He never said what girls like to hear.

Perhaps, he has never regarded himself as a girl, maybe.

But that kind of thing is not worth mentioning to Sakura Ayane.

It is precisely because there was a period of loathing him, that this change of mood came so unexpectedly after gradually seeing his true nature.

So... full of contrasts.

"Sakura-san, life, what is it?"

The current Sakura-san may have peeped into that small corner.

……

……

Received a call from her father, it was almost nine o'clock, and she was urging her to go home.

She couldn't lie to her father that she was working, so she had to say that she would be back soon.

Because of yesterday's drunken experience, the parents were particularly worried. Qingshui Yousha, who is in his 20s, has experienced the gate control of his student days for a long time.

I glanced at the time, it was almost nine o'clock, and the line I sent didn't get a reply, and it always showed as unread.

She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, looking up at the pattering rain outside the window, which was somewhat annoying.

Picking up the umbrella at the entrance, he left Mogami.

She has walked the street in front of her countless times.

Walked by Saori Nishi, and Kazuto Mogami.

Walking alone in this dark and dim street, she couldn't help but add some loneliness to her.

She slowly closed her eyes.

Mogami Kazuto, who was walking towards him, suddenly reached out to take the umbrella in her hand, and she stared blankly at him.

"Why, Kazuto-san appears here?"

"I was worried that you would be bored waiting at home, so I came to see you."

Mogami Kazuto smiled very gently, and was handsome and handsome as always, but what really attracted him was not his face.

"Does Heren-san like me?"

She asked.

"Well, of course I do."

"How much do you like it?"

"Just a little less than you like me."

Qingshui Yousha smiled lonely.

Opening her beautiful eyes again, there was no one in front of her.

There are only dark streets and quiet street lights.

I also know that there is no such good thing.

He will not take the umbrella in her hand, nor will he appear at this moment.

She has never encountered that kind of scene that only appears in romance comics.

Maybe that kind of scene exists, but she hasn't encountered it yet.

As long as...she is really the heroine.

The headlights of the vehicles driving ahead were dazzling, she leaned forward with her umbrella to block her view, and silently gave way to the road.

The car slowly drove away from her, and the driver slowed down so that the water on the ground did not splash on her.

Is a gentle driver.

Thinking this way, she turned her head slowly, the umbrella surface slowly raised, the rainwater slowly slid down, and the familiar license plate number came into view.

She took a step back involuntarily, stood under the electric pole, curled up in this cold and damp corner, motionless, just watched quietly.

In the distance, a young girl with short hair, without an umbrella, braved the rain and dragged the passenger off the co-pilot.

I watched her slip and fall, watched her stand up, watched her kick the tire of the car angrily, and cried out in pain while hugging her toes.

Looking at him, supporting her boyfriend, they staggered into the room together.

The headlights are like the lights on the stage, and the male and female protagonists perform together in the rain, creating a provocative and deeply affectionate atmosphere.

She watched a similar play the day before yesterday.

So today, is it a replay?

Or something else?

The hands fell down weakly, and the umbrella was carried away by the wind for a long time.

The rain that slid across the cheeks was warm.

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(End of this chapter)