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sleepy……

After lunch, Katsura Kotonoha went to the library to read, Horie Tomoya found a place to continue playing games, and Yuichi also planned to go back to the classroom to catch up on his sleep.

"Senior...are you free at noon?"

Chizuru Amemiya was beside Yuichi, her hands woven behind her back, her head down counting the stone slabs on the ground, as if she had mentioned them unintentionally.

After thinking for a moment, he spoke lazily:

"Well... apart from catching up on sleep, there doesn't seem to be anything else to do."

"Senior, please come with me to a place!"

After hesitating for a long time, the little hand behind the back finally plucked up the courage to hold Youyi's hand and walk in another direction.

From Yuichi's perspective, he could see that the girl's earlobes were as white and rosy as pomegranate seeds. Sleepiness blocked his thoughts, and Yuichi didn't think too much and just let her pull him.

In a trance, the two of them arrived at the Art Building, which was usually used for classes for a small number of art students, and Yuichi and his classmates also had music classes here.

The art building is very quiet in the afternoon, a quietness that is in stark contrast to the noisy teaching building.

Youyi leaned on the railing, quietly looking at the scenery outside the building, and asked leisurely:

"So what do you want to say by bringing me here? Amamiya-chan..."

The purple eyes moved slightly and fell on Qianhe.

"Well...thank you for bringing me a lunch box yesterday, otherwise I would have to go home hungry."

Chizuru Amemiya raised her face, and her delicate face seemed to be a little more stiff and pale than before.

"That's what Kotonoha asked me to bring to you. If you want to thank me, you should..."

Yuichi couldn't say anything about me, both because I had said it yesterday and also because...

Qianhe blocked his mouth, and wrapped her soft hands around his fingers, lingering tenderly.

The girl's face became more and more rosy, and her big eyes flickered with moisture.

After a long time, she pushed Youyi away with all her strength, took the soft silver thread into her mouth, her charming eyes almost pulled out silk, she said half-coquettishly and half-pantingly:

"Of course I know I should thank Katsura-san, but before that, please accept Chizuru's thank you gift first~"

149. Senior, there will be no one at home tomorrow.

Yuichi looked at the blush on Chizuru Amamiya's face and couldn't help but remind her:

"Girls will look cheap if they are not reserved."

The girl's eyes still had some confusion after she came out of the trance. She raised her hands to wrap around Yuichi's waist, leaned her head on Yuichi's body, listened to the steady and strong heartbeat beside her ears, and opened her cherry lips slightly as if talking to the heartbeat:

"I gave my precious first kiss to my senior last week. Chizuru is not such a casual girl~"

She was vaguely eager to prove herself, so she raised her face with sincere eyes.

Suddenly, Yuichi put his hand on her cheek and asked:

"Did you wear makeup today?"

The rosy redness of the girl's skin was covered up, making it look unrealistically white.

The purple-red pupils moved slightly, as if shy or dodging.

"Oh, yeah! I made it specially for you, senior. How is it? Does it look good?"

She no longer hid herself, lifted the hair on her temples and forehead, revealing her pretty face, and looked at Youyi with some trepidation.

Yuichi's fingertips brushed across the girl's cheek. The makeup was very thick, especially here, as if she was wearing a mask.

"It doesn't look good."

He paused:

"You'd better not wear makeup."

Too much makeup will only cover up the agility and beauty unique to girls of this age.

"Is that so... Then I won't wear makeup next time."

Her voice came closer and closer. She tiptoed in front of Youyi and gently kissed the corner of his mouth.

[The power of deletion, please forgive the sadness of the reviewer...]

Chizuru suddenly moaned and pushed Youichi away. The red ink on her pretty face was about to overflow from under her heavy makeup.

The girl suppressed her shyness and wanted to look up and tease her senior for his restlessness, but the pair of tall purple eyes were staring quietly at her shoulder.

Qianhe looked down in confusion. There was a heavy bruise with a little bit of blood, and there were blood-red scratches next to it, which destroyed the flawless beauty and made people feel pity.

She didn't care about being shy, she pulled up her clothes to cover the scar, her cherry lips opened but she couldn't say a word.

After a long silence, Youyi slowly spoke:

"Does it hurt?"

Chizuru Amamiya was a little surprised. She thought the senior would ask where these injuries came from...

She turned her face to the side, and perhaps the makeup on her face made her smile look unnatural:

"It was caused by the pressure from moving things. It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Well...be more careful next time."

Chizuru Amamiya raised her head and looked at Yuichi Hoshino, calm as always, and did not ask her any further questions. Did the senior just believe what she said?

At this moment, the girl didn't know whether she should be happy or sad...

Since even she herself thought this excuse was lame, how could the senior not see that she was lying?

Is it intentional? Or do you just not care...

She gathered her thoughts, straightened her messy shirt, took a few steps forward, and hugged Youichi.

The senior always had a faint fragrance on his body, which should be the smell of shower gel, right? But it seemed that it was not entirely that, there seemed to be something else mixed in, flowing into her nose and into her heart, tickling her heart like she was unsatisfied.

"Senior, are you free this weekend?"

She seemed to be drowning herself in Yuichi's embrace, her voice muffled, as if this was the only way she could temporarily forget the random thoughts in her mind.

"Yes," Youichi responded.

"There will be no one at home tomorrow..." Her voice became thinner and lower, and she buried her head, as shy as an ostrich.

It was impossible for Youyi to be so oblivious to the obvious hint, but he did not choose to continue the ambiguity:

"Then I'll ask Kotonoha to come along? If she knew it was you who invited her, she would definitely be very happy."

As soon as the voice fell, the little face that was buried in the ground raised up with resentment, and said word by word:

"If possible, could you come alone, Senior?"

"Why didn't you ask Kotonoha to join you this time?" Youichi raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"Ah... I get it~ Can I ask Katsura-san to come along?! Are you satisfied with this, idiot-senpai!"

She seemed tired of answering this question and said it in self-abandonment.

……

……

The sky darkened over the weekend, the light from the sun became softer, and the wind blowing through the street intersections became cooler.

Kasumigaoka Utaha pulled open the curtains, and a dim light barely illuminated the room. She lay on the windowsill, and only heard the faint sound of the door closing beside her ears, but her eyelids drooped lazily.

The sky was gray and the wind blew in through the window, making Kasumigaoka Utaha, who was only wearing a thin nightgown, shiver. She lifted up her long skirt and tucked her feet in.

His eyes stared out the window motionlessly.

Soon, she saw Youyi walking across the bridge and turning into the distance that she could not see.

……

Chizuru Amemiya was woken up by the doorbell while she was half asleep. She was so engrossed in a movie she liked last night that she stayed up late into the night.

"coming……"

Chizuru Amamiya opened the door, and a cool breeze rushed into the room, causing her to hug her arms tightly and cry out:

“It’s so cold~!”

"Have you just woken up?"

Along with the cool breeze came the familiar voice, which had not much ups and downs, yet made people feel inexplicably leisurely and lazy, like a stream under the warm sun.

Chizuru looked up and saw a boy who was completely different from Senior Yeshan. Unlike the sunshine that illuminated everyone, he was more like the quiet moonlight, more solitary, more beautiful, and more likely to make people regard him as their own.

The girl then remembered that she had asked Youyi to come to her house. Then she realized that she was disheveled. She thought the person knocking on the door was a salesperson...

Something terrible is happening…!

She was just about to close the door and clean up the messy house and herself, but the open door did not do what she wanted. When she saw the big hand holding the door, her face turned red with anxiety.

"Senior~", Chizuru pleaded with a coquettish tone in an attempt to get Yuichi to let go:

"Please let go! I can't face anyone like this!"

"It's okay. By the time you finish cleaning up, it might be noon."

Yuichi did not give in, so Chizuru naturally couldn't move her and could only let Yuichi in.

"Then excuse me."

Qian He folded her arms across her chest, feeling cold and heavy, and not feeling safe. She snorted softly:

"I'm really sorry to bother you!"

"Didn't you invite me here?" You glanced at her.

The latter lost his temper, and muttered with his long hair slightly messed up:

"Didn't I tell you to wait for me?"

"Is that what you meant?" Youyi asked in disbelief. As he went deeper into the house, he was even more glad for his choice.

Chizuru's home is a single apartment. The first thing you see is a small living room with a sofa and a TV, then a bed, and an exquisite kitchen next to it.

The curtains blocked out the light, and the only light in the room was coming in from the door. The small living room was littered with CDs, which were scattered all over the floor, making it impossible to even step.

Yuichi turned around and saw Chizuru Amamiya covering her eyes and complaining dejectedly: "I told you to clean it up."

But Youyi's emphasis was the same: "It seems like there's no one at home..."

150. A room, a movie, a man and a woman

"That's true...but my parents come to see me often, so in a sense, what I said is not wrong."

Chizuru Amemiya played with her fingers, mixing true and false words together, making it seem as if they were really true.

She walked to the sofa and cleared a space for the scattered CDs and videotapes.

"Senior, please sit down first."

She was bending over, still picking up CDs on the ground, her long hair and loose T-shirt hanging down together, and a gust of wind suddenly blew in from her collar. Only then did the girl remember that she was only wearing a T-shirt and shorts.

Qianhe suddenly covered her chest and pulled the hem of her clothes to her hips. The CDs fell to the ground, and the messy sound of them falling was a little chaotic.

Fortunately, the room was dark and even she couldn't see clearly.