In the time loop, I do whatever I want

Didn't you say you were going to attack me?

Fushimi Makoto turned around and walked back, saying, "Some of the things you believe in may not be as firm as you think."

Are you provoking me again?

Yukino adjusted herself, raised her chin confidently, and responded with a smile: "I stick to my own ideas."

Fushimi Makoto waved his hand and left without looking back.

That night, Yukino did not read in her room as usual, but went to the balcony to enjoy the fresh air.

The night wind blew by, ruffling her hair and also stirring a string in her heart.

His voice "Yukino" echoed in my mind.

The girl felt a little hot in her heart, and since she was the only one here, she didn't hide it, and shyness slowly spread in her eyes.

Admit it, I do feel that way.

This voice emerged in her heart.

But she had excellent control and quickly suppressed the voice.

The phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated. She picked it up and saw that it was Makoto Fushimi sending her a photo of himself at a cat cafe.

It seems that the picture has been slightly retouched, and it looks better than before.

There was also a line of text from Fushimi Makoto below: [I have to admit, in terms of appearance, you are a little bit taller than me.]

Yukino: [Idiot. 】

The text was disgusting, but she had a smile on her face and saved the photo.

"It's a pity that I will forget all this tomorrow."

She stared at her own photo in a trance.

When it was time to rest, she sent a goodnight message to Fushimi Makoto as usual.

In addition to this good night, she also sent another sentence: [Wish you a sweet dream. ]

She closed her eyes with regret.

On the other side, Fushimi Makoto took the initiative to start the reset.

[The host can choose to retain the memory of any target. Do you need it? ]

"Preserve Yukinoshita Yukino's memory of today."

Chapter 39: Legs playing with each other

As the sky gradually brightened, Yukino, who had a very healthy sleep and rest schedule, opened her eyes.

The curtains were drawn tightly, not letting in any light from outside.

Xue No stared at the dark ceiling quietly, thinking that yesterday's experience was really good, but unfortunately...

and many more.

yesterday?

Just like last time, Yukino suddenly sat up from the bed.

Because the movement was so large, the straps of her nightgown slipped to one side, revealing her white, round shoulders and a large area of ​​skin.

But she was in no mood to care about that.

"Why do I still remember what happened yesterday?"

Yukino quickly reached for her phone.

The moment she unlocked the screen, Fushimi Makoto sent a message: [Good morning.]

Just as Yukino was about to edit her text to ask, Fushimi Makoto sent a second message: "Memories are incredibly precious to you. So, a morning gift like this should be considered sincere, right?"

She was completely stunned.

The decision I had just made "last night" and the defenses I had just built up in my heart seemed to have been slammed open by someone.

It's like the most important critical hit in the game, thus achieving a one-hit kill effect!

"Some of the things you believe in may not be as firm as you think."

His voice echoed in Yukino's mind once again.

I still remember the happy experience of "yesterday", which proves that what he said is right: some things are indeed not as firm as we think.

So among these “some things” that I am not so sure about, does it also include that I will never fall in love with him?

Yukino held the phone in her hand, unable to figure out how to reply.

She found her cheeks getting hot again.

Admit it, I have feelings.

After sitting on the bed for about ten minutes, she pulled up the straps of her nightgown and wrote with mixed feelings: [Good morning, thank you.]

Only he can enter the time loop, so the memory that he wanted to keep was finally retained. It is obvious that it was he who did it.

"Is this the final part of your combo?"

The girl whispered softly.

She found that when she thought of Fu Jiancheng, she was no longer as confident.

Yesterday, when I told him calmly and elegantly that "I would not date him", he looked so calm that it left me confused.

Only now did Xueno understand that he had a trump card that he had not played.

A trump card that is enough to open up your own defenses!

"It's troublesome."

She said something that only she understood.

So today, Yukino skipped class on her own initiative for the first time in her life.

She stayed at home the whole morning, hoping to read and learn something, but she couldn't concentrate at all.

She turned around and went back to practicing the piano. As she was practicing, a thought suddenly popped up in her mind: Since that guy has studied everything, could he also play the piano?

wrong.

Why is he on my mind?

Yukino's slender fingers pressed tightly against the piano keys. She knew that her mental state was very wrong.

This book is unbearable to read!

There’s no point talking about this piano!

At ten o'clock in the morning, she picked up her phone again and clicked on Fushimi Makoto's social media profile picture.

Yukino: [Would you like to come to my place for lunch? I'll cook as a thank you for taking me to relax yesterday.]

Fushimi Makoto: [What a coincidence! I was just buying groceries.]

Seeing this reply, Yukino paused for a moment.

Is it really a coincidence, or is it intentional?

She didn't feel comfortable asking further questions.

But when she turned off the phone screen, she clearly saw her own face reflected on the screen.

His expression was completely different from usual.

"I'm really crazy."

She thought so again.

Around 11 o'clock, Fushimi Makoto came to Yukino's house.

Yukino reached out and took the bag: "Thank you, how much is it in total? I'll give it to you now."

Fushimi Makoto was about to speak when she added, "I know you want to say that in the time loop, we don't have to worry about money, but I insist."

Hey, you’ve even learned to answer questions quickly.

It seems that you are prepared today, brother.

But I'm afraid your preparations are far from sufficient.

Fushimi Makoto smiled and said, "Okay."

After paying, Yukino opened the bag and casually glanced at the ingredients, then she was stunned.

The ingredients are very fresh.

But the problem is, these are all my favorite dishes.

She looked at Fushimi Makoto with a subtle look, and the latter also learned to answer quickly: "Haven't we eaten together several times? I paid a little attention to your taste."

Yukino was silent for a few seconds, and finally sighed helplessly: "Why do you always keep such details in these places?"

"What do you think?" Fushimi Makoto asked back.

Yukino didn't answer.

Also what I think?

I think you are just greedy for my body.

Yukino put down the ingredients, invited Fushimi Makoto to sit down, made tea, and brought snacks.

"I don't know if you like this. This is what my sister gave it to you last time." Yukino said.

Fushimi Makoto looked at the cookies on the table, and...

"Is this a puff?" He reached out and picked up one.

Yukino: "Yeah, cream puffs. My sister bought a lot of boxes."

Fushimi Makoto was about to put the puff into his mouth when he was stunned when he heard this: "Cream puff?"

Xue No asked, "You don't like it?"

"No, I quite like it."

Fushimi Makoto didn't explain.

After all, this thing is really hard to explain, and it’s easy to be elbowed by Yukino!

Come to think of it, Yukino giving me a cream puff sounds weird no matter how you listen to it.

Fushimi Makoto ate something, and when he saw Yukino preparing to prepare the ingredients, he asked, "Do you want me to help you?"

"No, you're a guest."

"Actually, my cooking skills are pretty good too. Perhaps we can take this opportunity to compete?"

Yukino turned around: "Are you serious?"

Her expression was like she was caring for a fool.

Fushimi Makoto said, "It's kind of boring for me to sit here alone."

This time, Yukino didn't refuse: "Then you can help me prepare the ingredients. I'll still stick to being the head chef."

"no problem."

Fushimi Makoto stood up and walked over.

How could he, such a stupid person, really want to learn cooking skills or help out?

For example, now, he got the apron first, and under Yukino's surprised gaze, he raised the apron and said, "Turn around and open your hands."

Yukino started to get defensive: "I can do it myself."

Fushimi Makoto imitated her tone just now: "I insist."

Yukino turned away with a stern face.

Girls will choose clothes that make them more comfortable at home.

When she turned around, the hem of her aqua blue home dress swayed gently, and her pair of crystal clear legs were straight and well-proportioned, extending upwards. It made people want to follow them with their eyes to appreciate her plump thighs hidden in the skirt, and the beautiful waist and hip curves.