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Instead of being comforted and consoled, she was despised... The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved Kisaragi Miyuki felt. She buried her head in his chest and cried even louder.

"..."

She suddenly hugged him, and Sasaki thought it was her reaction to being frightened, but why was she crying so hard?

Not wanting to be watched by others and misunderstood, Sasaki glanced around and hurriedly comforted him:

"It's okay, sister. Don't cry yet. The guy has run away. We are safe now."

"By the way, do you have any family or lover? I can help you call them and tell them about the situation."

?

He said he liked me, and I proposed that we should have a relationship after he graduated, and he agreed.

Although the two of them are not lovers now...it's not that far off. After all, they have already done everything that only a husband and wife can do.

But why is he asking himself whether he has a lover now...

His panicked mind was a little unclear, but his abnormal attitude and the sudden recollection of what Miwaki said, "Open the door for a man you don't know," made Kisaragi Miyuki realize something.

Raising her head from his warm and solid embrace, Kisaragi Miyuki pursed her light pink lips that had turned pale and chapped due to nervousness and panic, and asked in a low voice:

"You, you didn't recognize me?"

?

Do you know her yourself?

Come to think of it, her hair color is indeed very familiar, the curve of her chin is also very familiar, and her height is also very familiar...if it weren't for her voice being a little hoarse.

'No way……'

The beautiful, slim, neat and tidy blue-haired lady in my mind, wearing a light grey business suit, gradually overlapped with the sloppy woman in front of me, with messy hair and rough clothes, who looked sloppy and careless.

With disbelief in his heart, Sasaki slowly took off her glasses and smoothed up her bangs.

“…Wow…”

To be honest, Sasaki really didn't recognize her before.

His eyesight was good, but it was no match for her covering herself so tightly.

She was wearing loose casual clothes, and her originally long and straight ice-blue hair looked frizzy due to lack of care. Her already small face was covered by large glasses frames and drooping bangs... Who could recognize her?

Also, why is her voice hoarse?

I was fine in class yesterday...

Hmm? No, come to think of it, she didn't talk much in math class yesterday, and she was always picking people to answer questions.

Since it was a review of the test paper, the teacher picked out the questions that were answered more incorrectly and focused on them.

The remaining simple questions were chosen by classmates to answer, and there were no problems, so he didn't care.

Now it seems that she had a sore throat yesterday.

Sasaki walked into the house holding Kisaragi Miyuki, who was pouting and looking aggrieved.

Before he could close the door, the aggrieved person in his arms suddenly struggled and pushed him:

"No, don't come in yet, wait outside for a while."

He's already standing at the entrance, and you want him to go out?

Thinking that she was angry with him, Sasaki held her delicate face with both hands and gently kissed her dry but soft lips:

"I'm sorry, it's my fault for not recognizing you. Don't be angry now, let me see if you're hurt."

At home, she wears whatever is comfortable for her... It's normal that no one can recognize her because she is too lazy and casual.

What she cared about was not this matter, but the fact that her room had not been cleaned up yet.

Although her current appearance had made her lose a lot of points in his impression, at least he was not disillusioned.

If he entered the house, his opinion of her would completely change.

The more she thought about it, the more panicked she became. Kisaragi Miyuki's resistance became stronger and stronger:

"I'm fine, I'm not hurt. It's getting late now, you should go home first. We can talk tomorrow if you have anything to say."

Not understanding why she was so flustered, Sasaki lowered his palm from her waist and back and patted her hard:

"Be honest, why are you talking about today's things tomorrow? Miyuki, why are you so nervous?"

"I'm your boyfriend. Now that I'm here, why don't you let me come in and sit for a while?"

"We can sit here another day, wait, don't go in!"

Reaching out to close the door, Sasaki took Miyuki's soft and tender hand, and walked into the living room despite her resistance.

Looking around, Sasaki knew without her explanation why she was nervous and resistant after he entered the room.

The cosmetics and beverage bottles scattered on the coffee table stand like a forest under the snack bags piled together like towering mountains.

Between the TV cabinet and the sliding door to the balcony, black garbage bags were piled up bulgingly.

In the middle, you can vaguely see the fried skewers that have been pierced through the bag.

On the washing machine on the balcony, there are layers of all kinds of clothes, including stockings, professional suits, casual clothes, and some colorful underwear.

Everything he saw made him frown and feel disgusted... and this was just the living room and the balcony. Sasaki hadn't even looked at the kitchen and bedroom... not to mention the other small corners.

Saying 'did the garbage truck crash into the house' is certainly a bit excessive, but it's not an exaggeration.

If it were anyone else, Sasaki would definitely be disgusted and scold them, but this is her lover's home...if she showed rejection, she would feel uncomfortable for a long time.

No wonder she wanted to push herself out.

Well... although she appears to be a bit cold and unkind in school, she also appears to be pure and gentle because of that.

If other people knew that she was so... sloppy in private, they would definitely be disillusioned with her.

Wow~

Sasaki looked down at the can that was blown by the wind and rolled to his feet, and picked it up.

Before he could find where the trash can was, a few more cans rolled out from under the coffee table.

"..."

Sasaki lowered his eyes and fell on Miyuki as she picked up the can. He looked at her, not knowing what to say.

Her delicate face was tinged with a rosy glow. Kisaragi Miyuki tilted her face and turned her red and tender little ears towards him:

"Um... I told you not to come in, it's a bit messy..."

If she had flowers in her hands, Sasaki would definitely think she was cute.

Click~

After squashing the can and throwing it into the almost full garbage bag, Sasaki raised his hand and tapped her head:

"Is this a bit messy? Don't you usually clean up?"

After carefully looking at him and seeing no disgust or rejection on his face, Kisaragi Miyuki spoke:

"Because I'm so tired from work, I just want to take a break after get off work, so I'm a little more casual..."

I think you have some misunderstanding about Yidiandian... He is obviously a math teacher.

Without complaining out loud, Sasaki shook his head silently.

Just say a few words to her to make her feel embarrassed. Talking too much will not have any positive effect.

Instead of teasing and provoking her, you might as well help her clean up.

There are plenty of opportunities to lecture her, there's no need to pick a time when she's feeling guilty and fearful.

Sasaki put the schoolbag on the shoe cabinet at the entrance, rolled up his sleeves, found a broom, and started sweeping the garbage.

Sweep the trash, bag it, throw it away, and mop the floor.

Pack up the clothes, sort them, wash them, and hang them up one by one.

Make the bed... wash the dishes...

Although the place is not big, it is not an easy task to clean every corner of the house.

After working for nearly an hour, the cleaning finally ended when Sasaki stuffed the mop into the bathroom bucket.

After washing his hands, Sasaki walked out of the bathroom and looked at Kisaragi Miyuki, who was lying exhausted on the sofa but didn't even get an assist.

Walking up to her, Sasaki reached out and grabbed the soft pillow in her arms:

"If you don't get up, your beautiful image in my eyes will be completely gone."

Chapter 287 Acceptance

The house is a mess, the clothes are casually worn, the hair is not combed, and there is no makeup on... Who would want to be seen in such a miserable state by the opposite sex who they like?

Now, from what he says, his image has not collapsed and there is still a possibility of saving it.

Kisaragi Miyuki sat up from the sofa swiftly:

"Can you pretend you didn't see anything that happened just now?"

Retracting his hand that was sunk into her soft pillow, Sasaki flicked her forehead with his fingers:

"What are you thinking about? I've been so tired for an hour, and my hands and feet haven't stopped moving. You just open your mouth and want me to forget it. You're so beautiful."

Miyuki Kisaragi is a person with low vigilance, very lazy, and a little dull.

But they are adults after all, and it seems that he can discuss it... Kisaragi Miyuki covered her forehead and asked in a low voice with uncertainty:

"Then what should I do so that you can forget what happened before..."

"Well... just open your mouth."

"what?"

Her slender eyebrows were slightly frowned, and Kisaragi Miyuki blinked in confusion.

Didn't he just say that words alone wouldn't make him forget it?

Why now...

Seeing her frowning and thinking foolishly because she didn't understand his request, Sasaki felt amused and pulled her up from the sofa:

"Let's go take a shower. Your hair is getting tangled. Oh, by the way, you don't have classes today, right?"

While concentrating on thinking, I subconsciously stood up according to his instructions.

Then in response to his question, Kisaragi Miyuki nodded and replied:

"Yeah, I don't have classes today, so I asked for leave to rest because my throat is hurting!"

"It's only been a day since we last met, and yet you've turned yourself into this state. You're really something..."

After making a joke, Sasaki continued to distract her:

"Speaking of which, why is your voice hoarse?"

"..."

There was no answer. Kisaragi Miyuki opened her eyes and looked at him with resentment.

Being a teacher is already taxing on one's voice, and then she was bullied by him a few times...it would be strange if her voice felt better.

Touching her neck, before Kisaragi Miyuki could open her mouth to question him, she suddenly found herself being pulled into the bathroom by him.

What is he doing... No, rather, why is he pulling himself into the bathroom?

Didn’t you say to take a shower?

Why did he go into the bathroom too?

Seeing him let go of her and take off his clothes, Kisaragi Miyuki stepped back timidly, leaning against the door and said:

"If you want to wash first, I won't bother you. I'll go out first."

He turned around, but hadn't yet pressed the handle to open the door.

A white, broad hand suddenly covered the back of Kisaragi Miyuki's hand, and a questioning voice with a smile rang in her ears:

"Didn't Miyuki want me to forget what happened before? Why are you in such a hurry to leave now?"

"Didn't you say I could just open my mouth? What does this have to do with taking a bath..."