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Kitahara Hao chuckled, then turned and walked towards the kitchen.

I feel like Kitahara...is like a househusband.

Looking at his leaving back, Sato Miwako's eyes shone slightly, and the corners of her mouth turned up unconsciously.

Ms. Sato, let me take you to the living room to have a rest!

Doraemon yawned and said with tears in his eyes.

Then I'll trouble you, Dora-kun.

Hearing its voice, Miwako Sato gradually came back to her senses. Looking at the empty corridor, she smiled and nodded.

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In front of the dining table.

Hey, does that mean Ms. Sato will stay at our house for one night?

Doraemon asked in a surprised tone as he took a bite of the steak on the plate.

Yeah, and there happens to be a spare guest room on the second floor.

Kitahara Haji held his chin, looked at Sato Miwako who was lowering his head to eat, and said with a smile on his lips.

He could clearly see that the base of the other person's ears had been stained with a bright red color, looking very attractive.

Sato-senpai looks really shy.

That...I, I'm full.

Noticing Kitahara Hajime's gaze, Miwako Sato put down the chopsticks in her hands, took a deep breath and said.

Are you full so quickly?

Beihara Hao was slightly startled.

If he remembered correctly, Miwako's appetite should be quite large.

Especially when he ate at that ramen restaurant last time, he could hardly eat anymore, but Miwako Sato still looked relaxed.

but--

Seeing the blush rising in her ears, Kitahara Hao couldn't help but curl up.

He probably understood why Miwako ate so little.

I happened to be full, let's go. Kitahara stood up from the chair, looking at her with a pair of brown eyes with a smile, I will take you to visit the bedroom tonight.

……Um.

Hearing this, Sato Miwako nodded slightly and made an undetectable sound.

After getting the answer he wanted, Kitahara turned to look at Doraemon who was concentrating on eating dinner. He thought for a moment and said, Don't forget to wash the dishes, little Doraemon, and remember to clean the doors and windows when you go to bed. Close it.

Hey, do you want to go to bed so early?

Doraemon asked with some confusion.

You must know that only when Beitahara is sleeping, he will tell him these things.

After all, I'm very tired after shopping all day, and now I just want to have a good sleep.

Kitahara Hao stretched slightly, nodded and replied.

What about Miss Sato?

Doraemon scratched the cat's ears, then looked at Sato Miwako aside, and couldn't help but ask.

It's only eight o'clock in the evening. It's impossible for both of us to go to bed, right?

I...I'm also going to go to bed after taking a shower.

Sato Miwako put her hands behind her back, looked slightly aside, and answered in a soft voice.

That's it...

Doraemon looked at the two of them leaving the living room with half-closed eyes, and nodded thoughtfully.

It always feels like these two people are hiding something from themselves.

Forget it, why are you thinking so much - if you have that time, you might as well go play in the indoor fishing pond with Xiaomi.

Thinking like this, Doraemon stretched out his small round hand and touched Xiaomi who was sleeping next to him, and a smile appeared on his lips unconsciously.

Xiaomi is so cute!

………

In the corridor on the second floor.

How's this bedroom?

Kitahara Ou opened the door of the second bedroom, turned his head and asked the silent Miwako Sato.

...Did you do it on purpose?

Looking at the decoration of the second bedroom, Miwako Sato couldn't help but gritted her teeth, reached out and rubbed his head hard and said.

Even though he knew what she meant by coming here tonight, he still had to choose a second bedroom for himself!

She was very impressed by the decoration of Beitahara's bedroom, which was completely different from the second bedroom in front of her.

I want to live in this room!

Following the memories in her mind, Sato Miwako opened the door on the left side and looked at the familiar scene inside. She turned her head and said to Kitahara Hajime.

Sorry, this is my bedroom.

Kitahara Haji walked behind Sato Miwako, gently hugged her waist with both hands, and chuckled next to her pink ears.

Feeling the warmth coming from behind, Sato Miwako's tall figure stiffened slightly, and her heart trembled slightly.

Young Master, you're here, you obviously want to come... together, right?

Miwako Sato turned around in his arms, staring at that handsome face with her purple eyes, and said with some dissatisfaction.

Even now, he is still teasing her.

Kitahara, this hateful guy.

Since seniors have said so, how could I refuse to be the first/poster, group 9.80?2ュ0 @5ヘ8?5♀6Jue.

Kitahara Hajime looked at Sato Miwako's dissatisfied eyes, stroked her cheek with his fingertips, and tucked the short black hair at the temples behind her ears.

Don't pinch other people's ears when you talk, seriously!

......... ......... ...

Feeling her ears being gently pinched, Miwako Sato bit her teeth with a reddish complexion and kicked him slightly with her little feet wearing slippers.

Your ears are really sensitive...

Okay, don't say that kind of thing!

Before Kitahara Hajime finished speaking, Sato Miwako interrupted him angrily.

Then she broke away from the embrace with force, turned her crimson eyes to the side, and whispered: I'm going to take a shower next...

“Actually, I don’t mind if you don’t wash it—well!”

Beihara Hao looked at the palm that suddenly covered his mouth, and could only nod helplessly.

Hurry up and wash it for me!

You've spent a whole day at the aquarium, but you still smell like sweat no matter what, and—

Sato Miwako let go of her palm, then tilted her head slightly and leaned forward, touching him lightly on the cheek.

Let me relieve my tension for a little bit, okay?

If you listen carefully, you can clearly hear that her tone is trembling due to nervousness.

……good.

Beihara Hao subconsciously touched his cheek, with a slight blush on his fingertips.

That's the color of lipstick.

See you later, Kitahara.

See you soon.

Kitahara Hao looked at the figure who had turned around and walked into the bathroom, and a smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Anyway, Miwako can't run away tonight.

…

First floor.

Walking out of the bathroom, Kitahara Hajime slowly walked up the wooden stairs.

Looking at the bedroom door that was closed in front of him, he was slightly stunned.

He remembered that when he went down just now, the door should have been open...

But it was tightly closed at this time, which meant - had she finished washing it?

With this thought in mind, Beitahara stretched out his hand and pushed open the door, his brown eyes subconsciously looking at the figure beside the bed.

I saw Sato Miwako wrapped in a fluffy white bath towel, with short black hair wet.

Don't keep staring...

Noticing his gaze, Miwako Sato looked aside with some evasive eyes.

However, at the next moment, she suddenly remembered something. She quickly looked up at Kitahara Hao, hesitated and asked: Kitahara...

Um, what?

Beihara Hao looked at her appearance and asked with some doubts.

Um...are you prepared?

Which?

Wait--it can't be that one, right?

Beihara Hao was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened in an instant, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

It seems that I am really not prepared.

How about I go to the convenience store?

Kitahara Hao turned to look at the night outside the window and asked softly.

You are really not prepared - Sato Miwako fell back and lay on the soft bed, covering her eyes with her white arms.

Forget it, that kind of thing... you don't have to use it! 5.

104: Miyamoto-senpai, please help me and Miwako take a leave!

Who would prepare something like that at home...

Looking at Sato Miwako who was lying on the bed with her head buried under the pillow, Kitahara Hajime walked over, his fingers slowly slid along the smooth curve of her back, and he said helplessly.

After all, it has been almost a year since he came to this world, but he has never thought of preparing such things at home.

『!.''! It’s okay not to use things!

Sato Miwako's muffled voice came from under the pillow.

She seemed to feel some itching on her back, so she twisted her waist slightly.

call--

Taking off the pillow on her head, Sato Miwako turned over with a blushing face, biting her red lower lip hard, looking at him evasively with a pair of crimson eyes.

Start...start...

Want to start?

Beitahara ruffled her short black hair and asked with a chuckle.

Before we start...can you turn off the lights?