Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 99 The Annoying Little Qianchuan
After dinner.

Beiyuan took Qianchuan's temperature. After taking antibiotics, her body felt much better and the fever had turned from high to low.

"You take a nap, I'll do my homework."

"Ah."

Qianchuan nodded and crawled into the quilt.

The ward was silent except for the delicate sounds of paper and pen rubbing against each other. Qianchuan half-unveiled his head, staring at Beiyuan with a pair of bright black eyes.

The night is quiet, and the wind rustles outside the window, making people sleepy.

But Qianchuan couldn't sleep.

This was a very unfamiliar environment, and in this unfamiliar environment, the only person who could make her feel safe was sitting at the table.

I wonder if he'll leave tonight.
Qianchuan made a decision secretly.

If Kitahara planned to go back, she would cry and shout to go with him.

"Are you still angry?"

"No."

As Kitahara said this, he straightened the quilt for her and stood up to turn off the light, but someone pulled the corner of his clothes.

He looked down and saw his girlfriend looking at him pitifully. "How about I apologize to you? Don't be angry. I look very pretty when I get down from my seat."

Qianchuan said this and sat up straight. Beiyuan rarely got angry and always smiled at people, but tonight, until after dinner, he was in a bad mood, which was rare.

obviously.

What happened in the afternoon made him angry.

She was a little worried that Kitahara would abandon her after getting angry. If that were the case, she might as well apologize earlier.

"I was really angry, but I decided it wasn't worth getting angry at an idiot, so I let it go."

"In the end, I had to make you cry and it was very troublesome for me to comfort you."

Beiyuan sat at the head of the bed, stroking Qianchuan's face.

The girlfriend looked up at him comfortably like a cat, humming, "I'm not stupid, and I'm not that fragile to cry easily!"

"Who knows."

Anyway, Kitahara was too lazy to try, nor did he want to try, there was only one time he could make Qianchuan cry.

His thoughts turned back to the important matter: "After work, you are not allowed to go there, my girlfriend."

"Can I not accept this, boyfriend?"

Qianchuan lowered his head and said reluctantly.

Bei Yuan's hand, which was originally caressing, suddenly grabbed the girl's soft cheek, gently pulled it outward, and kneaded her face like a bun. "This is the decision made by the head of the family."

"Hmm, I don't know."

Qianchuan said bitterly. She also heard Beiyuan's seriousness, but she felt a little unwilling.

Suddenly, a bold idea came to my mind.

She fell in the direction of Beiyuan, and immediately got into his arms, tilting her little face slightly: "Don't talk about this for now, just hold me."

Kitahara was surprised. He didn't expect that Hakimi, who usually acted like his girlfriend, actually had such a proactive side. But when he thought about it carefully, Hakimi would occasionally push others forward.

He smiled and hugged Qianchuan into his arms, resting his chin on the girl's head and holding her waist with his arms, "Why are you so proactive all of a sudden?"

"I'm your girlfriend."

Qianchuan hummed twice in comfort, "What's wrong with hugging me?"

Kitahara felt something was wrong.

After a moment of suspicion, my girlfriend became quiet again and didn't think too much about it. She just picked up a textbook and looked through it.

However, before he could see anything, a mischievous kiss came.

The girl tilted her head back. Beneath her long black hair were a pair of cherry lips and eyes as clear as a spring. She put her arms around Kitahara's neck and took the initiative to greet him: "Don't read the book, look at me."

"Well"

Kitahara was caught off guard and was blocked by a cherry-like mouth. Helplessly, he could only respond to his girlfriend's kiss.

A hint of cunning flashed in Qianchuan's eyes. She closed her eyes and wrapped her pair of snow-white legs around the other person from behind, very proactively.

Kitahara felt that his girlfriend had become a water-drinking princess.

Ten minutes later, the lips parted.

Crystal-clear threads streaked through the air.

Kitahara adjusted the camera position, thinking that was the end of it. However, Qianchuan seemed to be getting more aggressive. She swayed her black hair, raised her cherry-pink lips, and said cutely, "It's not enough."

"?"

Again?

Beiyuan's face was full of question marks, and he looked at Qianchuan in confusion. This time it took even longer, so long that his breathing became a little difficult. Qianchuan's little face turned a light pink blush.

'Snapped! '

Beiyuan slapped it, Qianchuan's eyes became flustered as his vital parts were attacked, and he subconsciously sat back in his original position.

He said angrily: "You've been kissing me for so long, are you trying to suffocate me to death?"

"But."

Qianchuan raised his face and said in a confused manner: "I just want to kiss you tonight."

Beiyuan raised his eyebrows and felt a little dry in the mouth. This could be considered a physical dryness in the mouth. After all, Qianchuan, the water-drinking princess, had just taken away a lot of his water.

While Kitahara was silent, Qianchuan's little head came up again.

Kitahara saw that his girlfriend had bad intentions, so he dodged slightly and let her kiss him on the face. The soft lips were imprinted on his face, and the experience was excellent.

"Well?"

Qianchuan blinked, searching frantically for her position, and suddenly felt her buttocks being slapped again. She instantly woke up, her cheeks burning hot: "Why are you slapping my butt? It's very sensitive!"

Her buttocks are more sensitive than any other part of her body.

Therefore, Qianchuan particularly hates the teasing behavior of the girls in the swimming club, especially those who make fun of and slap her butt. Although it is indeed big and perky, if anyone dares to touch it, she will chop off her claws.

Facing his girlfriend's questioning, Beiyuan laughed angrily: "I want to ask you what you are doing, are you trying to suffocate me to death and then inherit my inheritance?"

"No"

Qianchuan felt guilty for a moment, "I just missed you a little."

"You can miss me, but go take a shower first. You smell of sweat and it stinks." Kitahara said with a look of disgust.

In the afternoon, Qianchuan had a high fever and her uniform was soaked with sweat. The girl's sweat was not fragrant and soft, but smelled a bit sour. Beiyuan was a bit of a germaphobe, so she naturally cared about this.

Qianchuan also knew it, but he looked up helplessly and said, "I want to take a shower, but I don't have any clothes."

"Who said there aren't any? There are hospital gowns in the closet."

"Oh"

My girlfriend responded obediently, got up, and ran into the bathroom in her slippers. Before closing the door, she poked her head out with a blushing face: "Do you want to come in and take a shower together?"

As she spoke, she tilted her head cutely: "Wash it or not? Wash it or not?"

"?"

So sensible?

Kitahara was shocked and felt that Qianchuan had changed from Hakimi to Hakiwang. He was confused for a moment and didn't know how to answer.

"Of course, I'm just rubbing my back, nothing else." Qianchuan said, and suddenly his tone became ambiguous: "Boyfriend-san, you can't do it, right?"

"No way, right?"

"."

A low-quality provocation.

Beiyuan stood up nonchalantly. Although it was a low-level invitation, since the other party had issued a ranking invitation, there was definitely no reason to refuse.

A hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes. What on earth was his girlfriend trying to do by doing all these fancy things?
(End of this chapter)