Tokyo Sick Girlfriend

Chapter 140 Sweet Medicine
After finishing speaking, Hojo Suzune closed the car door before Shiratori Seiya could reply and strode towards the hotel.

Normally, Lingyin would probably look back every few steps, but at this moment she seemed to be being chased by something.

I walked faster and faster, not wanting to look back even once.

Shiratori Seiya watched as the other person entered the hotel, recalling the argument between the two earlier, and knew that even a fool like Saori was probably still angry.

He was about to turn around and explain to Saori when he heard a 'click' as Saori opened the car door and sat down in the passenger seat from the back.

Saori closed the car door, but instead of fastening her seatbelt, she placed her hands on the armrest, slumped her waist, and leaned close to Shiratori Seiya, staring into his eyes.

The girl's eyes were filled with a viscous, syrupy liquid.

Saori seemed to have just taken a shower; a fresh scent of soap wafted from her.

Shiratori Seiya subconsciously swallowed, only to feel his throat burning even more.

"Saori..."

His hoarse voice had barely left his mouth when Saori's elegant and charming face suddenly drew closer.

'despair. ’

The girl's luscious lips lightly touched Shiratori Seiya's lips, like a dragonfly skimming the water, before leaving.

Shiratori Seiya was taken aback. His cold had already slowed his thinking, and now he was completely out of it. He looked at Saori with a somewhat dazed expression.

But then he noticed that her face was now flushed with a peachy blush, her gentle eyes were tinged with a hazy light, and her breath was becoming increasingly rapid and hot.

Before Shiratori Seiya could fully recover, she lifted her face and kissed him again.

A pair of jade-like arms, as white as lotus roots, wrapped around Shiratori Seiya's shoulders, then around his neck, and slowly lifted his plump buttocks, as if wanting to press completely against him...

She moved her throat constantly, as if she had been thirsty for a long time, sucking and swallowing.

Not that was enough; she then, like a playful child, gently nibbled at the other person's lips with her teeth.

A jolt of electricity coursed through Shiratori Seiya's spine. His hands instinctively reached for the girl's slender waist, sliding upwards until they touched Saori's smooth back, his palms gently caressing her...

'call……'

Seven or eight minutes later, Saori Hasegawa seemed to finally run out of breath, and her arm gently rested on Seiya Shiratori's shoulder as if she had exhausted herself.

A few seconds later, as her breathing gradually returned to normal, she slowly raised her face, her dark, moist eyes seeming to overflow with tears, gazing at him tenderly and whispering:

"Would it be better for Kiyoya if Saori did this?"

Upon hearing this, Shiratori Seiya blinked, realizing that she was referring to his cold.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Saori pouted, tears welling up in her eyes. A look of guilt crossed her face as she reached out to stroke Shiratori Seiya's face, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke:
"Saori's an idiot, she only just found out that Seiya is sick, I'm so sorry..."

As she spoke, she lowered her head and rubbed her fair face against Shiratori Seiya.

When people are sick, they are much more vulnerable than usual. Hearing Saori's words, Shiratori Seiya felt as if his heart had been pulled down by a lead ball.

Even though I didn't tell her and she couldn't possibly know I was sick, she still blamed it all on me...

She probably saw the medicine that Lingyin had bought for her in the passenger seat earlier, and knew that it would be too late to buy more medicine, so she used this clumsy method to comfort herself.

For a moment, Shiratori Seiya's eyes welled up with tears, and he suddenly felt his throat wasn't so sore anymore. He reached out and patted her shoulder, hugged Saori tightly, and comforted her:

"How could that be? Saori is very clever. Saori's medicine is more effective than anything else."

"really?"

Upon hearing this, Saori Hasegawa's eyes lit up with joy, and she burst out laughing, as happy as a child who had just received candy.

"Kiyoshi is the best!"

"Okay, let's go back."

After being moved, Shiratori Seiya took a deep breath, patted her shoulder to signal her to sit up straight. Once Saori obediently fastened her seatbelt, he drove home.

However, not long after they started driving, while waiting at a traffic light, he suddenly noticed that Saori was looking up at the roof of the car.

"Eh? What is this?"

Saori Hasegawa asked herself a question, then pointed her finger toward the roof of the car.

There was a hissing sound.

The note that Lingyin had just stuck on was torn off by her.

Saori stared at the note for a couple of seconds, then took out a ballpoint pen from her bag and wrote a string of words directly on the roof of the car.

Shiratori Seiya, facing the car's interior light, couldn't make out what she had written, but after a moment's thought, it was probably similar to what Rin had written.

After finishing writing, Saori Hasegawa capped the pen, turned to Seiya Shiratori, and asked:
"Um, Kiyoya, was that child Hojo's sister?"

"Ah."

Seeing him nod, Saori blinked, her face immediately lighting up with anticipation as she asked:

"I know that Shione Hojo is a very good cook..."

'She's the younger sister, so she can't be bad either, right?'

Her eyes clearly conveyed this meaning, and Shiratori Seiya understood it, unable to help but laugh:

"Rin can't cook."

"what……"

Upon hearing this, Hasegawa Saori let out a long sigh, her brows furrowed with disappointment. She pouted, seemingly saddened that she wouldn't be able to enjoy Hojo Shione's cooking anytime soon. She lowered her eyes and sighed again:

"OK then."

She seemed to have thought of something again, and turned her head to look at Shiratori Seiya, asking:
"Then... will Hojo Shione cook for us from now on?"

"..."

Why are you describing Xiyin like a nanny...?

"What, Saori, have you had enough of what I make?"

He glanced at Saori Hasegawa, frowned, coughed, and said deliberately:

"I thought Saori really liked my cooking, but it turns out she was just lying to me all along. But that's understandable, I can't compare to Shion..."

Saori paused for a moment, then her face immediately showed anxiety, and she quickly waved her hand, saying:

"No, no, I love eating the Saori that Kiyoya makes the most."

Seeing how easily she took the bait, Shiratori Seiya glanced at her and smiled:

"Then shall I go back and cook for you?"

"eat!"

"..."

Even after they got home, seemingly worried that Shiratori Seiya might catch a cold, Saori didn't tell him about the kendo club like before. She sat obediently like a large rag doll, seemingly a little bored, and played with her fingers to amuse herself.

When they arrived at her house, Shiratori Seiya got out of the car and helped her pick up her backpack. While waiting, he looked up at the roof of the car, wondering what Saori had written.

A line of extremely meticulous regular script came into view:

"Could it be Saori's wedding car?"

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(End of this chapter)