My Romance Simulation with Them

A completely different feeling from indirect kissing.

She instinctively reached out and hugged Nanxiang Shi's neck.

Her toes, clad in brown loafers, were raised.

Instead of retreating, they advanced.

Her eyes, which were usually like inorganic matter, rippled slightly like a pond in spring.

A while later.

The lips parted.

The girl breathed softly under Nango's gaze.

Her slender body trembled slightly as he held her.

"Are you still angry?" He pressed his forehead against the girl's and asked softly.

"..." The girl blushed for the first time and turned her head away.

After a long while, she responded softly, "I also need comforting."

This time, she took the initiative to kiss him.

......

Click—

The silver pull tabs on the soda cans were somewhat dazzling under the streetlights.

Nanxiang held his drink in his hands and sipped it slowly.

It's as if this action is meant to dilute the irritation from the lips.

Yamada Ryo stood beside him, looking at his thin, rosy lips, and hurriedly gulped down several mouthfuls of his drink.

All the little emotions from just now have vanished.

Drink the beverage completely.

The two of them walked on the streets of Shimokitazawa again.

Until this point.

Yamada Ryosuke suddenly realized.

The journey home, which I usually find extremely long and boring.

For some reason, this moment suddenly became exceptionally short.

So she had a wicked idea.

He deliberately slowed his pace and extended his hands to Nanxiang.

“Time,” she said.

"Ok?"

When I returned to my hometown in the south, I looked back.

Just then, he saw her reaching out her hands to him.

"Carry me on your back."

When she made that request, it was something that would be considered incredibly capricious by anyone.

But that's the way Yamada Ryo is.

Ms. Yamada is usually willful, unreasonable, doesn't listen to others, and doesn't care about other people's opinions.

Nanxiang laughed.

"A grown woman like you still needs to be carried? Aren't you ashamed, Ms. Yamada?"

"Carry me on your back."

She ignored everyone else's stares and continued to stretch out her hands.

"well."

Nanxiang stopped teasing the girl with the dark blue short hair. He took the bass bag off his back and started carrying it by the hand, while squatting down.

Yamada Ryo also took this opportunity to bend down.

She pressed herself tightly against Nanxiang Shi's broad back, resting her head on his shoulder, inhaling his scent.

Her face, which was usually cold and expressionless, flushed slightly.

Nango didn't speak, but while carrying the bass bag, he steadied Ms. Yamada's hip with his right hand—

"hour--"

The girl's voice became hurried.

"I know. I know."

Nanxiang laughed, placed his hand on the outside of her thigh, and stood up.

The two of them walked forward step by step.

The night breeze carried the noise of Tokyo's night.

Even at 10 p.m., you can still hear all sorts of voices.

But Yamada Ryo could no longer hear any of these noises.

The sound of her heartbeat, her body temperature, and the breathing of Nanxiang as he took steps forward had completely drawn her attention.

The goal is simply to distinguish these sounds.

She had already done her best.

Yamada Ryo closed his eyes, then suddenly spoke: "Toki."

"Ok?"

"I wonder how our music festival competition will go."

"Ah."

"No matter what the outcome, you'll always be with us, right?"

Yamada Ryo hugged Nango Toki's neck tightly, bringing his nose close to Nango's hair, boldly and obliviously inhaling his scent.

Yes, I will always be with you.

Ms. Yamada is so adorable today.

Nanxiang couldn't help but want to reach out and stroke her head.

However, due to his current posture, he had to give up.

He walked forward without saying a word.

With his daily exercise and already good physical condition, he quickly reached the end and corner of the straight street.

"Go to the right."

Ms. Yamada, who was perched on his back, suddenly gave directions.

As for her helping to give directions, Nanxiang simply patted her on the butt and said, "Go to the left, right?"

From every angle, Ms. Yamada can be described as having bad intentions.

They deliberately pointed him in the wrong direction.

According to his memories from the simulation, Nango knew that if he went to the right, he would have to go around in a huge circle.

Because Yamada Ryo had used this trick to fool him before in a simulation.

The direction has been determined.

Nanxiang did not hesitate any longer and took a step to walk to the left.

"I already told you to go to the right."

Dissatisfied with Nango's behavior, Ms. Yamada bit Nango's neck.

However, he did not feel any pain when he was in Nanxiang.

On the contrary, Ms. Yamada's "bite" was more like the force of a kitten sucking on a human finger.

In response, Nanxiang could only say, "Don't be silly, Liang. We're almost at your house. If someone sees us like this, it won't look good, will it?"

"It doesn't matter. Dad and Mom should be asleep by now."

Yamada Ryo replied without a care.

It's already past ten o'clock.

Her parents aren't the kind of young people who consider staying up late a normal thing these days, so they're naturally going to bed early.

However, that's what they say.

But Ms. Yamada listened to Nango Toki's words and moved her mouth away from Nango Toki's neck.

Looking at the conspicuous red 'mark' on his neck, Yamada Ryo was very satisfied.

This would be enough to demonstrate to others the sovereignty of Nango Toki as a man.

And it was precisely at this moment that she was thinking this way—

"Ryou-chan?" (The original name used by Ryou Yamada's parents for her)

Some surprised voices came from the intersection ahead.

"father!"

Completely ignoring her earlier statement that "Dad and Mom should be asleep by now," Ms. Yamada, who was on her back in Nango, straightened up and waved to the figure under the streetlight ahead.

"..." Nango glanced at Ms. Yamada and sighed inwardly that not a single word this woman said could be trusted.

He now even has doubts.

Did Ms. Yamada say that on purpose to lower his guard?

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