Faced with the blackened heroine, they actually stopped time

The iceberg of indifference is melting.

What should she say?

Her eyes were also sparkling with a gleam, the meaning of which was unclear but undeniable.

"I..."

Oreki Gen did not act impulsively this time, and the corridor became eerily quiet.

But nothing else seems important at this moment.

Whether it was the sound of the wind, the snow, or even the thunder and lightning, they had nothing to do with him.

"You can reject me, it's okay. But I hope you won't deceive yourself this time."

He told the other person softly.

Asagiri Ran knew what the boy meant.

He gave himself the power to choose.

It looked as if the boy's evil intentions had flared up again.

After all, how could I tell him what I was thinking? How could I tell him that he was different from the others, that he was everyone, not just men or women.

How should I say...

I would rather he come closer to me like he did in the taxi, instead of asking me this question.

But she probably knew it.

This is not a bad idea of ​​his, he just hopes that he will not regret it and hopes that he can... face himself.

When she had to face it countless times, Asagiri Ran chose to escape.

When there were countless opportunities for her to fight for it, Asagiri Ran chose to give up.

Convince yourself that it is just that you are too disdainful to fight for it. Even tell yourself that what belongs to you will eventually belong to you, and what does not belong to you will never belong to you.

She knows it clearly.

This is nothing but self-deception.

It's just a hypocritical explanation from powerless people for something they want but can't get.

If you really don’t want something, you won’t even look at it twice from the beginning, and you don’t need to find any reasons to comfort yourself.

The moment a coin is tossed you actually know the choice.

When he asked this question, the impulse that surged up in an instant was his true answer.

She raised her head slightly.

"At this time...how can I refuse you?"

Yes, how can I refuse?

wrong.

Not just this time.

Too many times.

As he got closer to his face, the halo gradually disappeared, replaced by his face getting closer and closer.

Imminent.

She closed her eyes, as if surrendering on the battlefield.

Asagiri Ran had also fantasized about kissing someone one day.

What kind of scene would that be, where would that be, and what kind of mood would that be.

Now all this got an answer when the touch of his lips came clearly.

It's warm and humid.

It was as if something instantly penetrated into my heart.

Her heartbeat quickened and her cheeks flushed. She didn't dare open her eyes, even though she wanted to see his expression at this moment.

Is he also closing his eyes like me?

Do you also try to feel the touch of this moment as much as possible, just like yourself?

It's not a touch...it's a feeling.

It is a feeling as if you have finally accomplished something and finally finalized something that was pending for you.

It's not just a sense of accomplishment.

She felt the other person's tenderness, as if it could delicately guide all her feelings and emotions.

Of course, this also means that the other party is skilled.

But what is there to blame or complain about?

Aren't some things known from the beginning?

For example...I knew clearly that his real girlfriend was called Sakuraba Mizuki, but I still hopelessly got close to her.

For example, even though she knew that he would have to go back tonight, when he wanted to kiss her, she still offered him her red lips.

She had no time to think more because she couldn't keep her teeth shut.

It is still a delicate, even obsessive intersection.

She couldn't imagine kissing would feel like this.

It's like washing away all the unnecessary emotions in your brain, leaving you unable to think or imagine anything else.

What troubles, or happiness.

Throwing everything aside, I can only enjoy it to the fullest and sink into this ocean that I have never reached before.

When his lips slowly left hers, she heard her own breathing.

Her face was red, but she felt like crying.

It’s not because I’m sad, but because it seems like for the first time in my life, I’m trying hard to grab something.

I seem to have never felt so truly like this before, that I have taken this step.

When the light reappeared, she couldn't help but open her eyes and saw his smiling face.

His hand gently stroked his cheek, like a comfort.

She did not refuse, but just looked at him with twinkling eyes in the warmth of his palm.

"How's it going? Are you okay?"

he asked softly.

Asagiri's face was flushed, and her shyness and timidity were clearly visible at this moment.

"I'm going home..."

"I'll help you open the door and verify whether this key is real."

Oreki Gen said with a smile and took out the key.

Asagiri Ran couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed and annoyed.

"Hey! Why would I send you off if it's fake?"

Oreki Xian smiled and inserted the key into the keyhole, then turned it easily.

The door opened immediately.

It was indeed true, and of course Oreki Gen never doubted at the beginning whether it was fake.

He turned around and looked at the girl, whose face was now flushed and whose lips were still a little glistening.

"What if you just like to see me unable to open the door and can only knock on it in frustration?"

Hearing this description, Asagiri Ran couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"I won't be like you!"

Indeed, my sense of humor has been getting lower and lower. Whose fault is it?

The answer is obvious.

Oreki Gen helped the other person turn on the light, and then they walked into the door together.

Although she just came in and some of her words might seem hurtful, but Asagiri Ran is just a girl who doesn't understand the ways of the world, and she doesn't care about the ways of the world.

"It's already this late. If you don't go over, she will..."

She was not worried that the boy would bring her any trouble if he stayed a little longer, but she was worried about the boy himself.

How would he spend the night?

He made this choice, and he also made a choice that did not disappoint him.

But it still couldn't change the reality that he still had to face the girl, especially with everything happening right before her eyes, she would never play dumb.

What will the world be like after tomorrow?

Is everything the same as before, or has everything changed beyond recognition?

She was worried.

Oreki Gen felt that if she knew that Sakuraba Mitsuki would become a girl who dared to kill people when she went crazy, her attitude now would not be so relaxed.

But there is no need for her to know these things.

From the moment I became a scumbag, I knew that there are some things I can only face by myself and cannot rely on others.

He smiled.

"Do you really want me to go back to her?"

"I...I'm just worried about you!"

This heartless bastard.

As a result, I saw him grinning without caring about anything. It was obvious that this sentence was meant to force me to give such an answer.

I was really fooled by him.

But it seems that this is not the first time. He has such privileges that no one else has.

So the girl stamped her feet in anger and turned away.

She walked towards her bedroom, but soon, the sound of footsteps following her stopped her in her tracks.

By hugging your body from behind.

All of a sudden, I fell into such great warmth, as if I had thrown myself into a warm ocean and was drowning in it.

She couldn't move her feet and her head rested on his chest.

She couldn't lift her head, but this time she didn't want to look down at her toes.

So he looked at his arms wrapped around his body and lowered his head.

His chin rested on his shoulder.

His cheek was resting against her side, and she felt a little soft when she felt the familiar breath.

She felt that this posture was too intimate, even more intimate than a kiss.

But I couldn't even think of running away. How could I put it...

She likes this.

He spoke softly, as if all the boy's vulnerability and dependence were revealed before his eyes.

"Are you worried that tomorrow everything will be completely different. Or...what if everything is the same as before, as if nothing happened tonight?"

This question made the girl's eyes dim slightly.

She knew what he meant, but she wanted to tell him.

"It doesn't matter. Whether it changes or not, it has nothing to do with my choice tonight. I won't regret it."

Well, she won't regret it.