Comprehensive comic: It starts with getting little Doraemon by punching in

Senior, can you let me touch you again?

don't want!

Miwako Sato raised her long black stocking legs and swayed gently, refusing to send her hair without hesitation, group 9. 80? 2ュ0 @5ヘ8?5♀6 Absolutely.

The moment she was touched made her tremble slightly.

If I continue, I'm afraid I will have to ask for leave from Yumi again tomorrow.

Don't answer so decisively... Kitahara Hao held his cheek and said pretending to be sad.

Then...I don't want it?

Sato Miwako hesitated for a moment, then opened her lips slightly and said.

So I still reject the first/post, group 9. 80? 2ュ0 @5ヘ8?5♀6 definitely.

Kitahara Hao slowly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the scenery outside the window with a pair of brown eyes.

His current location was at Miwako's corner, so the scenery outside the window was different from what he usually saw.

It's going to rain outside.

Miwako Sato took a sip of steaming black tea and spoke softly.

The weather that was originally gloomy in the morning became even gloomier at this time. Thick clouds shrouded the setting sun, and the howling wind blew past the window.

The weather has been bad in the past few days.

Kitahara thought of the heavy rain on the weekend and nodded in response.

If it hadn't been for the rain, his relationship with Xiaolan would not have eased.

Speaking of which, which amusement park should I go to with Xiaolan this Saturday?

Kitahara Hao looked out the window quietly and began to think in his heart.

When Miwako Sato, who was sitting opposite him, saw him thinking, she slowly raised her chin and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

I don’t know what I’m thinking in my heart.

…………

Six pm.

As I chatted with Sato Miwako from time to time, it was time to get off work soon.

System, clock in at the Metropolitan Police Department today.

Beitahara stood up and stretched slightly, then whispered to himself.

[Today’s check-in location: Tokyo Police Department; reward: endless flammable oolong tea]

What the hell?

What the hell is flammable oolong tea?

After seeing today's check-in reward, Kitahara Hao was slightly stunned.

Looks like I got another endless drink...

He remembered that he once had a bottle of coconut milk that he couldn't finish. Although it tasted good, he didn't want to drink it anymore after drinking too much.

After all, who can stand drinking coconut milk every day?

Check the prop details.

Kitahara Hajime looked at Sato Miwako who was sorting out documents and said casually.

He has to wait for Miwako here anyway, so he might as well take this time to see what flammable oolong tea is.

[Endless flammable oolong tea: This oolong tea is made by mixing vodka and whiskey in a ratio of 9:1. After drinking, the cup will be automatically refilled (this prop comes from the world of Blue Sea)]

Vodka and whiskey... Oolong tea?

Does anyone really know how to drink this stuff?

Kitahara Hao looked at the details of the props and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes.

Why have I drawn so many useless things in the past few days?

Can't you give him some good props?

It's time to go, Beiyuan.

At this time, Sato Miwako also packed up the documents and turned sideways to say hello to him.

coming.

Kitahara Hao put back his complicated thoughts, threw the oolong tea into his fourth-dimensional pocket, and followed quickly.

…………

At the entrance of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

As the two slowly walked out of the hall, they walked towards the parking lot together.

Inside the white Porsche.

Well...I'll go back first, remember to be careful on the way.

Sato Miwako pursed her wet lips, poked his cheek with her white fingertips, and said in a very soft voice.

Her breathing was a little rapid, and the hot breath from the tip of her nose hit Beihara Hao's face.

Well, you should be more careful on the road.

Kitahara Hao hugged her back, raised his head and stared into those purple gem-like eyes, his heartbeat gradually speeding up.

What do you think about one more time?

He reached out and stroked the soft short hair on the back of Sato Miwako's head, and couldn't help but suggest.

Come back for a while...

Miwako Sato sat on his legs, put her hands around his neck, looked at him with her head half lowered, and bit her pink lips gently.

Then let's do it again, it's really the last time!

It seems like you said this just now - huh.

...

After a long time, Miwako Sato slowly raised her head and breathed a sigh of relief.

She almost felt like she was running out of oxygen.

I really have to leave this time. If I don't go back, my mother will call me.

Sato Miwako buried her head in his neck and spoke softly in his ear.

After saying that, he bit it lightly.

...Then see you tomorrow morning, Miwako.

Beihara Hao gently smelled the scent of her short hair and spoke softly.

Hmm~

Sato Miwako reached out and opened the car door, quickly got out of the driver's seat, and looked around slightly with a pair of purple eyes.

When she found no one around, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Goodbye, Kitahara.

After Miwako Sato waved at the driver's window, she walked towards her red Mazda in a happy mood.

Looking at the figure disappearing in the distance, Kitahara Hao touched his earrings with his hand.

Somewhat moist...

Miwako actually licked it.

So...it's time to go home now.

Kitahara Hao glanced at the current time and raised his eyebrows slightly in thought.

It was already 6:32 in the afternoon, which meant that the two of them had to stay together for at least half an hour.

Go to the convenience store to buy some ingredients first, and then go home...wait?

Kitahara Hao's eyes were slightly startled when he glanced at the parking lot not far away.

Since it has been 30 minutes since get off work, most of the cars have left, and only a few are still parked here.

There was a white traffic police car parked not far from him, which looked very familiar.

That one seems to be from Yumi, right?

Kitahara thought about it carefully and found that the license plate numbers were indeed quite similar.

It's already so late, hasn't she left yet?

Muttering doubtfully to himself, Kitahara opened the door and walked out, heading towards the white traffic police car not far away.

I finally bumped into him, so I naturally had to go over and say hello.

After all, the relationship between the two of them is unclear.

Approaching the police car, Kitahara Hajime saw the familiar figure in the driver's seat.

I saw Miyamoto Yumi leaning on the soft car seat, one arm covering her eyes, and the other hand hanging weakly by her side.

What is she doing?

Beihara Hao thought with some doubts.

He looked listless, as if he had been bullied.

With this in mind, he walked to the passenger seat and reached out to pull the door handle.

Then, it just opened.

This woman didn't even lock the car door.

Beihara Hao couldn't help but shook his head, and then sat directly in.

As the car door opened, Miyamoto Yumi also noticed the movement coming from around her. She raised her arms and looked blankly at the man beside her with a pair of dark-rimmed eyes.

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

She tilted her head and blinked her sleepy eyes.

what's the situation?

Why did this guy Kitahara appear in his car...

Am I dreaming?

...Kitahara?

Miyamoto Yumi, who was a little confused, called him softly.

Her voice sounded soft, which stunned Beihara Hao for a moment.

I'm here, and Yumi...are you sick?

Beihara Hao responded softly, then stretched out his hand and touched her smooth forehead.

No fever either.

...

Feeling the warmth on her forehead, Miyamoto Yumi gradually opened her eyes, and a hint of clarity flashed in her dark brown eyes.

No...it's not a dream!

Why are you in my car?

After reacting, Miyamoto Yumi knocked off his hand in dissatisfaction and asked loudly.

Thankfully I was so worried about you just now. Kitahara Hao looked at the red back of his hand and sighed softly. I still like your gentle look just now...

Come on, how could I be so gentle to you!

Miyamoto Yumi retorted with half-closed eyes.

Whoever she is gentle to, she cannot be gentle to this scumbag!