I, who tortured the readers, was knocked to the ground by them!

Chapter 122 I've Always Liked You!

"Of course, you'll be cold if you take them off. I'm just helping you with the wound on your foot. Actually, if you don't mind, it would be better to cut the socks open at the ankle with scissors."

Sakurai Itsuki poked his head out of the bathroom and suddenly thought of a method that sounded more reliable.

At this moment, Yuki Mizuno was pulling her leggings with both hands, preparing to take them off.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to."

With that, Sakurai Itsuki smiled awkwardly, quickly turned around, and went back into the bathroom.

"Ah" Yuki Mizuno was stunned and quickly pulled up her pants.

It turned out that he really just wanted to help me treat my wounds.

It was my own misunderstanding!
Oh, how embarrassing.

Although he seems to have changed a lot, but, I said, Ashu, he is not that kind of bad man.

He is still the one I like.

If she really had that kind of relationship with him today, she really didn't know how to face her feelings in the future.

"Ah, thank you." Sakurai Itsuki politely took the medical box.

Then the door closed.

Yuki Mizuno, who was sitting on the bed, finally did not take off her pants and chose the suggestion behind Sakurai Itsuki.

Sakurai Itsuki carried the medical box and squatted gently in front of Mizuno Yuki.

"Well, actually, I can do it myself."

Yuki Mizuno really felt that having her feet touched by someone she liked was too embarrassing.

"It must be very inconvenient for you, so let me do it." Sakurai Itsuki said and opened the medical box.

Seeing this, Mizuno Yuki didn't refuse anymore. With a red face, she slowly raised her legs and said with a stutter: "Well, um, um, my feet were sweating before."

She still worried that she smelled.

"Haha? It's okay. Do you have smelly feet?" Sakurai Itsuki thought of a guy wearing black tights who also cared about this.

"No!" Yuki Mizuno responded decisively.

Sure enough, girls don’t like this label very much.

"That's it, I'll be gentler. If it hurts, tell me."

Sakurai Itsuki said this, then gently held up the foot wrapped in black stockings with one hand.

so small.

This is Sakurai Itsuki’s first impression.

With a gentle squeeze, he could almost hold the entire foot in his hand.

I don't know if it was because she felt a little awkward, but when Sakurai Itsuki just held up the soles of her feet, her toes shrank back unnaturally, and then curled up as if she had given up.

Somewhat cute.

"I cut it, but don't ask me to pay for the stockings."

Sakurai Itsuki held the little foot and felt inexplicably nervous, so he deliberately made a joke to ease the atmosphere.

Mizuno Yuki shook her head, stared at Sakurai Itsuki's face, and answered simply: "Of course not."

Sakurai Itsuki was silenced by such a straightforward answer. It seemed that she was not the kind of person like Sato Ruya who would make some witty remarks to keep the atmosphere.

Sakurai Itsuki's Adam's apple rolled. He held her feet with one hand and held the scissors with the other. He gently cut and pulled up the elastic stockings, and then slowly cut them along her calves.

The stockings broke with a "swish" sound, and then the snow-white skin slowly popped out.

Yuki Mizuno was sitting on the bed, not knowing what expression to show. Her face felt hot, so she could only continue to stare blankly at the handsome guy who was gently holding her feet, without blinking.

His hands have grown a lot. When I was a kid, I used to laugh at him because his hands were the same size as mine.
Really, a lot has changed.

Cut the stockings.

Sakurai Itsuki took off the lower half of her pantyhose, revealing her bare feet.

There was a red, swollen spot on the white ankle.

"It's swollen, but it doesn't look too serious. I'll give you some ice first, and then spray some medicine."

Sakurai Itsuki stood up, took out an ice pack from the box, and gently placed it on her ankle.

"Hiss" The moment the ice pack touched her ankle, Yuki Mizuno's foot suddenly retracted.

But before Sakurai Itsuki could speak, she slowly stretched her foot back in front of Sakurai Itsuki's face.

Yuki Mizuno gritted her teeth, sat motionless on the bed, and obediently lifted her slightly swollen little foot.

Quietly let him do whatever he wants.

"Does it hurt?" Sakurai Itsuki asked.

Mizuno Yuki shook her head, her eyes still fixed on his face.

Sakurai Itsuki felt a little uneasy when stared at by those bright eyes.

"Well, if you feel uncomfortable, just have some snacks." Sakurai Itsuki said, pointing to the box of Japanese snacks they had placed on the bed.

"Yeah." Yuki Mizuno nodded obediently and picked up the box of snacks obediently.

Sakurai Itsuki said as he handled it, "Okay, hold on for a while, apply ice for half an hour, and then I'll spray it with medicine. Regardless of whether the swelling goes down or not, we still have to go to the hospital tomorrow morning."

As for Aoyama College, if you are in good condition tomorrow and can barely walk, I will accompany you to take a look." Mizuno Yuki bit the glutinous rice dumpling in small bites, looking at his gentle and caring appearance, her heart beating fast.

She took out a handkerchief from the bag of her down jacket and gently wiped the sweat from Sakurai Itsuki's forehead.

Sakurai Itsuki was slightly stunned.

And Mizuno Yuki explained softly, "I sweat."

She was having a final hesitation in her heart.

"Ah, thanks."

Although Yuki Mizuno was not heavy, it was inevitable that she would sweat after carrying her for such a long distance.

"Ah."

Mizuno Yuki nodded and slowly opened the box.

Inside were the Japanese fruits that she used to love to eat.

Yuki Mizuno took out a glutinous rice dumpling, took a small bite, and then showed a surprised expression.

"Hey, this dumpling"

It’s not just delicious, but also familiar.
Although most Japanese fruit desserts are made in a simple way.

But, just like hot pot, the hot pot in Sichuan and Chongqing and the hot pot in the north are both hot pot, but there are huge differences between them.

Even if the names of the dim sum in Hokkaido and Tokyo are the same, the tastes are naturally different.

As someone who has always loved Japanese desserts, Yuki Mizuno could tell the difference after taking the first bite.

"This is probably the closest to the flavors of the restaurants I ate at when I was a kid. When you mentioned the hotel's location, I thought of it. The owner is probably from Hokkaido, too."

Seeing her puzzled expression, Sakurai Itsuki explained.

Sakurai Itsuki actually couldn't figure out why he would do such a troublesome thing.

Perhaps it was because I recalled her singing and the crying voice in the video she made for me.

I feel a little guilty.

He was the real instigator, but he still asked her to repeatedly help him make videos to finish her off.

Mizuno Yuki turned her head again and looked at Sakurai Itsuki's face.

Did he deliberately walk back with me so that I could try my favorite snack?
I couldn't help but think of memories of the past.

My nose feels sore.

So he quickly turned his head again, took out a snack from the box and handed it to Sakurai Itsuki's mouth.

It was just like when we first met.

"Here, eat the fruit."

"Well, when your foot is healed, we can play snowballs together again. But don't throw yourself on the ground this time."

Sakurai Itsuki nodded, then opened his mouth and swallowed the snack in one gulp.

"Hmm." Yuki Mizuno nodded, taking small bites of the familiar taste.

"Don't leave without saying goodbye this time." Sakurai Itsuki said, "When we were little, the last time we had a fight, I went to buy you Japanese sweets. I wanted to apologize to you, but it took so long for us to meet again."

Upon hearing this, Yuki Mizuno couldn't help but let tears flow down her face again.

It turned out that he hadn't left her in anger and ran away?
Instead, he ran to buy his favorite snacks, hoping to make himself happier.

"Why are you crying? You cry too easily." Sakurai Itsuki looked at the blushing Mizuno Yuki and laughed. This guy's emotions were really easily affected.

But, this proves that she is an emotional person, right?

If she wasn't so easily affected by her emotions, her singing would probably not be so moving.

"because"

She sniffled, unable to hold it in any longer.

What on earth are you hesitating about?

I was clearly not frank back then, and that made me feel awkward for no reason.

It's like this, why am I being so arrogant! I don't want to be that kind of arrogant loser!
Since he said it, he is not dating anyone!

Then what is there to hesitate about!
She lunged forward again and hugged him tightly again, but this time she finally said what was in her heart:
"Because I've always liked you!"

She clung tightly to Sakurai Itsuki's arms, and she finally did it.

Sato Wakaba, wearing a pink apron, bent over the stove, looking at the soup boiling in the pot.

"It's time to add the lotus seeds." Sato Wakaba looked at the recipe on her phone, timed it, and put the washed lotus seeds into the pot. "By the way, are these lotus seeds really not bitter?"

This was the first time Sato Wakaba was making this dish, and she was researching it with a scientific research mindset.

For this hot Japanese-British girl who loves cakes and sweets, she actually doesn't quite understand the "lotus seed and pork ribs soup" in front of her.

But, there's nothing we can do, because that guy is clamoring for food!

If you can't do it, just learn it. Can't you really not let him do it?

"Come to think of it, he really likes Chinese food." Sato Wakaba looked up through the glass at the sky where snowflakes were slowly floating.

"It's snowing so heavily. Why hasn't that guy come back yet at this hour?"

(End of this chapter)