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So if he were asked to wear the kendo uniform by himself, he really wouldn't know how to wear it.

Sasaki did not refuse.

"Excuse me Sakura."

"Of course~ Fuyumi, try this larger size first."

After handing the shirt to Fuyumi, Miyajima Sakura waited for him to put it on and then stood behind him holding a sword hakama.

As the leader of the Kendo Club at Seishin Academy, she has helped some girls who are new to Kendo to put on Kendo uniforms.

So she has experience in doing this.

But, those girls were generally shorter than her, and the tallest ones were about the same height as her.

But there is really no one like Dong Jian, who is half a head taller than her, with such a thick waist and such a broad back...

Looking in front of her, there seemed to be a high wall with her fiancé facing away from her.

After being at a loss for a moment because of her unfamiliarity, Miyajima Sakura put her arms around his waist, placed the sword hakama in her hands on his abdomen, and began to tie the belt for him.

He was too tall and his back was too broad, so Miyajima Sakura couldn't see in front of him and could only tie his belt by feel.

But the belt was too long, and in order to avoid it getting tangled or tied incorrectly, Miyajima Sakura needed to close the distance between them so that she could find the right feeling.

In this way, there was nothing between the two of them except a few thin layers of clothing.

Sasaki also subconsciously held his breath at the moment when the amazing touch pressed his back.

Miyajima Sakura could feel the stiffness in Fuyumi's body, and she felt embarrassed at this moment, but there was no other way. She couldn't tie it any other way.

As Sakura's hands fluttered up and down like white butterflies, Sasaki felt the softness swaying gently on his back and couldn't help but let out a sigh:

"Xiaoying, don't blame me for not holding back during the competition. It's all your fault."

"..."

Hearing what Fuyumi meant, Miyajima Sakura blushed and whispered:

"It's almost done, Fuyumi, just bear with it for a while."

Not only Dong Jian felt uncomfortable, she also felt uncomfortable.

The warmth from Dong Jian's back made her feel as if she was leaning against a stove, and her body was gradually getting warmer and softer.

The strangeness in her body made her hands move slower.

By the time she helped Dong Jian put on her kendo uniform, she felt so exhausted that she felt as if she had fought in several kendo matches in a row.

I'm just wearing clothes, why...

Not knowing what the impatient feeling was, Miyajima Sakura blinked her misty eyes and sat on the chair:

"I'm already dressed, Fuyumi."

He straightened up, turned around, and looked at Sakura, who was frowning slightly and looked confused and adorable. Sasaki bent down and held her in his arms:

"What's wrong with Sakura? Why are you like this?"

Unable to describe the anxiety that was rising from bottom to top, Miyajima Sakura placed her pointed little chin on her fiancé's shoulder and shook her head:

"Nothing, I just feel weird...I feel depressed."

Well... from Sakura's slightly seductive eyes and her plump figure compared to people of the same age, you can tell that she is a person who falls in love very easily.

Sasaki didn't find it strange that her eyes were blurry.

When they kissed before, it was outside and Sakura didn't feel much because of the nervousness in her heart.

Now it's such a big kendo hall, and there are only the two of them. Sakura is daydreaming, and it would be strange if she didn't feel anything even though they were sticking to each other.

The two of them had a competition and a bet, and Sasaki did not teach Sakura that knowledge at this time.

It's still morning, don't be too anxious.

After comforting Sakura for a while, Sasaki picked up another kendo uniform next to him:

"Sakura, do you still have the strength to put on your kendo uniform? Do you want me to help you?"

If Fuyumi was going to help her put on her kendo uniform, they wouldn't have to do anything else this morning.

Miyajima Sakura, who always put sparring first, took the kendo uniform from him:

"I'll do it myself."

I wanted to see Sakura change her clothes, but I wasn't confident in my ability to concentrate.

Sasaki stood up straight.

"If Sakura comes by herself, I'll be leaving first."

Chapter 345 Story

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Let's talk about Miyajima Sakura's impression of her fiancé.

The first thing that came to her mind was the sword skills that were stronger than her own and even defeated her mother.

The second thing is his appearance.

Of course, this is not the most impressive thing.

What impressed me most was that he wanted to be intimate with me all the time.

So far, except for the polite greeting when they last met, he would hold her hand at any other time.

When there are fewer people around, we do more intimate things.

All these things are hard to understand for a girl who has only had a few conversations with the opposite sex and is as pure as a blank sheet of paper.

Chapter 346 Competition

Under the thin white kendo robe, Miyajima Sakura's slender arms were wrapped around Sasaki's neck, and she lowered her head to look into his eyes that were full of her:

"So, this kind of winter visit is good."

"Enthusiastic, kind, responsible..."

"Those girls must like this kind of Fuyumi, otherwise they wouldn't choose to be with Fuyumi when he has other lovers."

"Fuyumi is really a very good boy."

Sasaki has always been the one to tease others with compliments, but this is the first time...

Unable to suppress his love for Sakura, Sasaki murmured her name.

Chapter 347: Eating (half)

Putting the water bottle aside, Miyajima Sakura gathered the clothes that Dong Jian had already arranged for her, and asked softly to her fiancé who was sitting next to her:

"Does Fuyumi like girls with loose hair?"

Although Sakura didn't mind him having other lovers, he couldn't really talk about other girls in her ears without scruples.

Sasaki subconsciously avoided the thunder and said:

"I think Sakura looks very pretty with her hair down. She has a gentle and elegant look."

When she exercises, she ties her hair into a ponytail for convenience.

I won't deliberately change my hairstyle just because I'm meeting someone or doing something.

So most of the time, she wears her hair in a ponytail.

Now let’s see, when I’m with Fuyumi, I let my hair down.

Look at Sakura pursing her moist lips, looking as if she is thinking about something.

Wanting to know what she was thinking, Sasaki took her hand.

Sasaki pinched her slender, cherry-white fingertips, and smiled as he met her eyes, which were still misty and alluring.

"What are you thinking about, Sakura? Are you still feeling bad?"

Because she couldn't finish it, she felt really uncomfortable at the beginning.

Now, it’s much better.

Miyajima Sakura rolled over subconsciously as if she had a cold, and her throat felt as if something was stuck.

"No, I'm not thinking about anything. Everything is fine now. Don't worry, Fuyumi."

Since she has no experience at all, Miyajima Sakura is more interested in knowing the results of her efforts under Fuyumi's guidance rather than her own feelings.

If it is a sword-holding competition or a reading sport, things with fixed answers, she can get a good result if she just does it honestly.

But this kind of thing...

Some are worried that I am not treating him properly and he doesn't like me, or that I am not doing it as well as his other lovers.

Miyajima Sakura held his fingers in her hands and asked with trepidation:

"Um, how's Fuyumi feeling? Is there anything I didn't do well?"

He did not get carried away just because many girls liked him and actually blame them for doing something wrong here or there.

Sasaki hugged Sakura, who looked pitiful and cute with her slender eyebrows furrowed, and pressed her to the floor.

As if lying on the bed, looking at her blushing face, Sasaki gently stroked the soft hair beside her ear:

"I'm very happy that Sakura agreed to my willful request. Don't worry about doing anything wrong. Sakura has always been great."

Miyajima Sakura is not the kind of person who likes to beat around the bush. In her expectation, the answer given by Fuyumi would either be good or bad.

What he said sounded forced, as if it was a consolation.

Miyajima Sakura used some force on her hand that was clasped with his:

"But there must be room for improvement, Fuyumi, can you tell me? Please!"

The tone is so serious.

Sasaki blinked and raised his hand to wrap around Sakura's waist, pulling her closer.

His attitude towards that kind of thing has always been that both parties should be happy. He will not ignore his partner's thoughts for the sake of his own feelings, and then apologize afterwards.

This is his idea and practice, but if his partner asks him not to be too gentle with women, he will not pretend to refuse and be hypocritical.

Sasaki bit Sakura's rosy little ear and talked about some deeper games.

As it was already noon, Sasaki and Sakura didn't play for too long. After a simple test to see the results, they dressed up and prepared to go out to eat.

As they walked along the road to the delicious ramen restaurant that Sakura introduced, Sasaki held her hand and whispered with concern:

"Actually, in a situation like just now, Sakura doesn't need to force herself. It would be very uncomfortable if she really choked."

It's human instinct to stay away and resist when you feel uncomfortable, but today I happened to meet someone different.

Sasaki kneaded Sakura's soft palms.

If Dong Jian had not lied to her, those things certainly could not be wasted. Moreover, if they were spilled on the ground or on the hair, not only would they be difficult to clean, but they would also leave a smell.

She didn't think she had any problem, but she didn't argue. Miyajima Sakura responded obediently:

"Okay, I'll pay attention next time."

Rather than asking this question... Miyajima Sakura took Fuyumi's arm and asked in a low voice:

"Fuyumi...is this a lot better than the first time?"

It can be sensed already that Sakura cares a lot about her own feelings in this regard.

Sasaki was naturally very happy that his partner had such a strong desire to serve.

So it doesn’t matter whether she does well or not.

But since Sakura wants recognition so badly, praise her more.

Sasaki smiled:

"Yes, Sakura did a great job..."

Chatting in low voices, the two slowly walked to their destination, a ramen shop called Shangben.

Smelling the aroma of ramen wafting out from inside, Sasaki was just about to walk in with Sakura when he felt the gaze staring at him from behind.

The look was too direct and explicit, as if it wanted to peel him open and eat him.