Tokyo Sick Girlfriend

Chapter 142 Development
On Sunday, sunlight streamed in through the window and fell on the floor, casting patches of black and white patterns.

Shiratori Seiya felt a tightness in his chest and couldn't help but frown; he felt uncomfortable with the swelling in the morning.

Not wanting to open her eyes, she reached out to move the thing pressing down on her and try to find a more comfortable position to continue sleeping.

However, as soon as he reached out, he felt a soft touch on his fingers.

My mind, still not quite clear, couldn't immediately sketch out the specific shape.

However, it feels just like a water balloon.

Shiratori Seiya's furrowed brows relaxed, and he closed his eyes to carefully sense the sensations.

A sense of curiosity arose in my heart, and I unconsciously pinched it. Suddenly, I heard a soft moan in my ear.

"Hmm~"

The sound mostly comes from the throat, melodious and pleasant.

"?"

Upon hearing the sudden groan, Shiratori Seiya seemed to realize something, pulled his hand back as if electrocuted, and abruptly opened his eyes.

However, the moment he looked at her, he saw the girl's fair and rosy profile, and her long black hair flowing like water across the pillow.

She was only wearing a white shirt, the one I had given her before. I washed it and put it in the closet after she wore it last time...

I guessed she secretly took it out again while I was asleep last night, my gaze drifting down her snow-white neck.

The white shirt is translucent...

Shiratori Seiya's pupils contracted sharply, and he quickly sat up, only to find his waist felt heavy. Before he could even see what was wrong, he frowned and said hastily:

"Saori, what are you doing?!"

"Well……"

Saori Hasegawa seemed not to have recovered from what she had just experienced; her lips were slightly parted as she let out a long breath.

"Qing Zai..."

The blanket was suddenly pulled back, and a chill crept up her fair collarbone and into her chest. She murmured as she reluctantly reached out to chase after the only source of warmth.

The shirt sleeves slid down her fair, smooth arms, and her arms wrapped tightly around Shiratori Seiya's neck, nuzzling his shoulder affectionately with her chin like a kitten.

"Kiyo, don't leave Saori, Saori wants a hug..."

She had her eyes closed and was clearly not fully awake yet, clinging to him like a koala.

Shiratori Seiya finally understood why he had been unable to breathe.

Shiratori Seiya wanted to change his posture.

However, Saori's legs were tightly clamped together.

He tried to move slightly, but...

'Well……'

Saori Hasegawa frowned, lowered the arm that was holding Seiya Shiratori, and slowly moved it down.

'hiss! '

Shiratori Seiya's eyes widened, he gasped, and while grabbing Saori's hand, he quickly said:

"Saori, let go!"

"Ok?"

Hearing the urgency in his voice, Hasegawa Saori groggily opened her eyes, her gaze no longer pure as usual, but covered by a thick, watery sheen.

She looked up at Shiratori Seiya, then buried her face in his chest and murmured:

"Kiyo, you should sleep more when you're sick..."

"In just one night, Saori's love simply couldn't fully reach Kiyoya's heart..."

As she spoke, she unconsciously clenched her hand again.

'hiss……'

Shiratori Seiya's eyes widened, and he was now fully awake. A jolt of electricity ran down his spine, and he couldn't help but shudder. His tone became more serious:
"Saori, stop it! Let go of me!" "Huh?"

Saori Hasegawa opened her eyes once again.

She seemed much more awake this time, and subconsciously released her grip upon hearing Shiratori Seiya's command. A look of confusion appeared in her eyes as she murmured:

"With gauze weaving here, there is nothing to fear."

What a mess.

Seeing that Saori Hasegawa looked dazed, Seiya Shiratori guessed that she probably didn't even know what she was saying.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then reached out and removed Saori's other arm from his grasp, whispering:
"Saori, put your legs down first."

"But...but Saori hasn't had enough sleep yet..."

Saori Hasegawa pouted sadly, then closed her eyes again.

"Be good and obey."

If this continues, I feel like I might not even get out of bed, and who knows what might happen.

Shiratori Seiya took a deep breath, put one arm around Saori's shoulder, and stroked her soft hair patiently, saying:
"Saori, you can lie down for a while longer, but I feel uncomfortable like this and can't sleep..."

Upon hearing this, Hasegawa Saori raised her face, stared into his eyes with her watery eyes for a while, and curled her red lips.

"Oh."

She responded with a soft "yes," reluctantly lowered her legs, grasped his hand, and asked softly:

"Is this okay?"

"Ah."

Feeling his body gradually calming down, Shiratori Seiya nodded, took out his phone from under his pillow, and glanced at the time; it was just past seven.

If time allowed, he would still like to spend some time with Saori and enjoy the rare peace.

However, after the argument, Saori Hasegawa was clearly sober.

A pair of eyes stared at him, hesitated for a moment, then grasped his hand slightly, pressed it against her chest, and whispered:

"How are you feeling, Kiyosai?"

Shiratori Seiya tried to pull his hand back, but he couldn't overcome Saori's strength. He managed to leave a small opening before it was pushed back in.

"Does it feel good?"

"..."

Hearing Saori say such a thing made Shiratori Seiya feel awkward; even Mio wouldn't ask such a question.

He didn't want to discuss this topic anymore, so he decided to let Saori let go.

However, seeing the expectant look in Saori's eyes, he felt his throat go dry and comforted her:
"pretty good."

Saori Hasegawa smiled sweetly, but then, as if remembering something, her gaze lowered, a look of sadness appearing in her eyes. She said with a wronged expression:

"But they're all so big, isn't Saori a little too small?"

"they?"

"Hmm... Hojo, Takahashi..."

As Hasegawa Saori spoke, her eyes suddenly lit up. She thought of the little one from yesterday who seemed to be about the same size as herself.

Unfortunately, I didn't observe carefully yesterday; I only guessed based on height.

Thinking of this, her eyes unconsciously darkened again, and she looked at Shiratori Seiya and said:
"The book says that if you rub it, it will get bigger."

Upon hearing this, Shiratori Seiya said helplessly:

"There's no scientific basis for this; it's all just nonsense."

"But, what if?"

"Kiyo, give it a try..."

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(End of this chapter)