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

Also, when did you come in?

Just two minutes ago, your car door was unlocked - so I came in. Kitahara shrugged and said, And you were sleeping just now, right?

Really, luckily he thought Miyamoto Yumi was sick.

I didn't sleep!

Miyamoto Yumi hugged her breasts with both hands and looked at him fiercely.

It's just that when paired with the dark circles under the eyes...it doesn't have any deterrent effect at all.

If only there was a lovely feeling.

My mouth is drooling, and I said you didn't sleep.

Kitahara Hao leaned on the passenger seat, pointed at the corner of her mouth, and said with a chuckle.

Well--

Miyamoto Yumi quickly wiped it with the back of her hand, but... there was nothing.

The saliva and everything were all lies to her.

Kitahara Hajime!

She shouted angrily, holding his collar tightly with both hands and shaking it.

Okay, don't be so angry. Beihara Hao didn't pay too much attention to being shaken by her. Instead, he took out a bottle of oolong tea from his fourth-dimensional pocket, You must be thirsty after sleeping for so long.

“Would you like a cup of flammable oolong tea?”

Beihara Hao asked Wu with a smile.

113: Kissing a drunk person shouldn’t be considered a drunk driving, right?

You must be thirsty after sleeping for so long, right?

Kitahara, who was being shaken around, reached out and took out a bottle of oolong tea from his fourth-dimensional pocket, and handed it over with a smile.

Would you like a cup of flammable oolong tea?

Clam?

Miyamoto Yumi held his arm tightly with both hands, half-squinted her beautiful eyes, and gradually stopped shaking vigorously.

Oolong tea?

She raised her eyes and glanced at the oolong tea handed over by Beihara Hao, her beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and a trace of suspicion flashed in her dark brown eyes.

This guy shouldn't be adding anything to it, right?

Don't worry, it's just pure oolong tea inside.

Looking at her slightly wary eyes, Kitahara Hao threw the flammable oolong tea in his hand into her arms and said in a lazy tone.

The appearance of the flammable oolong tea obtained by punching in is no different from ordinary oolong tea, but it will automatically refill once you drink it.

——Don't throw it away!

Miyamoto Yumi subconsciously took the oolong tea in her arms and glanced at him with an annoyed expression.

When he threw it just now, he didn't pay attention to where he threw it, so...it seemed like it hit a place that shouldn't have been hit.

Would you like me to rub it for you? Kitahara asked thoughtfully, looking at her bulging sky-blue police uniform.

How on earth do you say such things without changing your expression... Yumi Miyamoto covered her breasts with her arms and said through gritted teeth with a red face.

Is it okay to say that to a girl casually?

This guy has more and more no limits.

It's not like there isn't—

Shut up!

Looking at Kitahara Hajime who still wanted to say something, Miyamoto Yumi suppressed the shame in her heart, gritted her teeth and reached out to cover his mouth.

Although I did touch it, don’t say anything like that!

Hmm.

Beitahara felt the warmth coming from her palm, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then nodded gently.

It's better not to do anything to irritate her.

After all, people always have their limits. If he goes too far - Miyamoto Yumi will probably give him a kick in embarrassment.

And... you have to plan slowly.

Beihara Hao looked at the bottle of flammable oolong tea in her hand, and the corners of her mouth gradually turned up.

Really, why do I bump into you every time I get off work?

After seeing him nod, Miyamoto Yumi also let go of her hand and murmured weakly.

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt like she would run into Kitahara Hajime in the parking lot the last few times after get off work.

If you hadn't slept in the car, you probably wouldn't have met me today.

Beihara looked out the car window with hazy brown eyes and said disapprovingly.

Originally, he was already preparing to leave, but who knew he would see Yumi Miyamoto sleeping in the parking lot.

but--

You didn't stay up all night playing mahjong again last night, did you?

Kitahara Hao looked at the dark circles under her eyes and couldn't help but asked in confusion.

No, I just didn't sleep well last night.

Miyamoto Yumi covered her mouth and yawned softly, with looming tears appearing in the corners of her eyes.

It looked like he hadn't woken up yet.

She rested her head on the steering wheel and looked at the oolong tea in her hand unconsciously.

After a good sleep, I was indeed a little thirsty.

So, why are you here looking for me?

Miyamoto Yumi unscrewed the cap of the oolong tea bottle, glanced at him, and asked in a disgusting tone.

After the conversation in the morning, she really didn't want to see Kitahara Hajime in a short time.

He obviously already has Miwako, but he is so greedy that he doesn't even want to let her go.

It’s just like daydreaming——

Can't I come to you if I have nothing to do? Kitahara Hao looked at the oolong tea that had been handed to her mouth, and said with a slightly raised corner of his mouth, I just want to see you, after all, I want to meet the person I like. ——”

Is there any problem?

……Stop it.

Miyamoto Yumi gave him a white look, and took a sip of the oolong tea in her hand with her lips slightly opened.

Why do you want to meet someone you like, just-wait? !

As soon as the oolong tea entered her mouth, she immediately noticed something was wrong.

Why does this oolong tea taste like vodka?

You must know that she often drinks alcohol, so she is very familiar with the taste of these wines.

Be fooled, this is definitely not some oolong tea!

Thinking of this, Miyamoto Yumi subconsciously opened the car window and wanted to spit out the oolong tea that smelled of alcohol.

But the next moment.

Sorry, Yumi.

Kitahara Hao stretched out his hand to cover Miyamoto Yumi's mouth, and a smiling voice sounded in her ears.

Although the voice was very soft, it sounded like the whisper of a devil to her.

Uh-huh——

Miyamoto Yumi opened her eyes wide, with a trace of panic on her face.

She struggled hard, trying to get rid of the hand covering her mouth, but it had no effect and she couldn't break free at all.

After all, she couldn't compare to Kitahara Hajime in terms of strength.

Gu——

With the surge in her throat, Miyamoto Yumi lay weakly in Kitahara's arms, with a look of despair on her delicate face.

Drink...drink it.

Feeling the soft body in his arms, Kitahara Hao also let go of his hand, and a smile gradually formed at the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Yumi, how does the oolong tea taste?

...

Miyamoto Yumi felt the heat coming from her ears, her tall body trembled slightly, and her already weak body became even weaker.

...What exactly did you add to it?

After a moment of silence, Miyamoto Yumi stretched out her hands and pulled both sides of Kitahara Hao's cheeks, biting her tiger teeth and asked fiercely.

After swallowing that sip of oolong tea, she now felt her body getting a little warm.

Could this guy be drugged?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but swallow her saliva, and her expression gradually became nervous.

It's just oolong tea mixed with whiskey and vodka. Kitahara's fingertips ran across her reddish cheeks and said softly, Don't worry, I won't add anything weird in it.

But then again, did Yumi become rosy just after taking such a small sip?

I really can't drink enough...

He thought subconsciously.

Vodka and whiskey, that can't be called oolong tea at all!

After hearing the words in her ears, Miyamoto Yumi quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but then she couldn't help shouting loudly.

There's no way this kind of thing could be related to oolong tea, right?

That's why it's called combustible oolong tea. Kitahara Hao picked up the oolong tea bottle that was thrown aside, lowered his head and said to her, You want to drink it yourself, it has nothing to do with me.

nothing dealing with you?

Miyamoto Yumi's eyes twitched slightly and she clenched her fists tightly.

If he hadn't covered her mouth just now, she wouldn't have drank it.

How am I going to get home soon...

After complaining inwardly, Miyamoto Yumi weakly turned her head to the side and murmured to herself in a low voice.

Taking a sip of vodka and driving down the road is considered drunk driving.

As a police officer in the communication department, there is no way she would do something that breaks the law knowingly and illegally.

Damn it, it's all your fault!

After thinking about it, Miyamoto Yumi finally discovered that it was Kitahara Hagi's problem.

If it hadn't been for the bottle of flammable oolong tea he handed over, this wouldn't have happened.

So what should we do now - it's already half an hour before get off work, and Miaozi and the others are probably already home.

Can we only take a taxi back?

But it will cost a lot of money to get from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department to Cupido Town.

Thinking of this, Miyamoto Yumi raised her eyes and looked at Kitahara Hajime, who was looking down at her, and became increasingly angry as she thought about it.

If it weren’t for Kitahara——

Do you want me to take you back?