People in Tokyo, the world is clear

Of course, there is also her singing voice that is not sure whether it is to be coquettish or to vent jealousy:

"This is the first time in my life that I've felt so well taken care of. It seems my worries were unnecessary in some ways. It's just that... Ito, from now on, will be truly... blessed."

"Okay?"

"Um...thank you, Kobayashi."

She couldn't help humming.

The familiar melody was not difficult to recognize. I even imagined the lyrics from the staccato melody:

[Of course, I'm used to it...]

[Even if it's blown by a cold wind.]

[Slow stray cat,]

[As long as it doesn't rain, we'll start our journey...]

[......]

[On that day, a big little guy came.]

[Cute, little chubby.]

[When I am stared at by those innocent eyes, I want to be touched.]

[But I am a dirty cat.]

[Who will be hurt by the sharp claws?]

So, I am still alone.

[Wandering Diet...]

[Climb and climb, silly little wild cat,]

[Be free and easy, there is no lonely child...]

At the end of the humming, he seemed to be choked with sobs.

The girl lowered her head, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

He took a deep breath, turned his back to me, and wiped his face desperately with his hands.

As if she also sensed that the other person present had slowed down because of her, she began to apologize again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I shouldn't..."

"it does not matter."

So he stopped all his movements, and in the slightly steamy bathroom, he gently hugged her from behind.

Be aware of this mentality. It is actually a very normal psychological phenomenon.

Perhaps, recalling some of the bitterness of the past, coupled with the uncertainty of the future, makes it impossible to control the emotions that surge up.

This probably also indirectly shows that the girl in his arms has always been a simple girl.

She has always been sensible enough to hide her desire for attention, and like the dirty little wild cat in the song she hums, she travels alone slowly.

He then gently stroked her head, letting her emotions flow freely.

Only after the girl slowly adjusted herself did he release his arms and pick up the shower head again.

But the hand that was about to go around her neck was grabbed tightly, preventing the action.

"No! Keep doing this for a little while longer... okay?"

"of course can."

"Xiao Lin..."

"I'm a twisted person, right? Very annoying, right..."

"Not at all. I think it's even cuter."

After hearing the truthful description, Miss Qingshan's mood became unnaturally enthusiastic.

"Asen..."

She muttered again, changing the name almost imperceptibly.

After a while, he let go and let his hair be rinsed.

Then, turning around, there was only a reflection left in his rippling eyes.

“I’m so happy…”

"Me too."

This time, it was obvious that the girl's condition was different from the previous two times.

It is a rare state of completely opening your heart.

There was no more subconscious movement to cover his face with his hands, he just almost left the bench and rushed forward.

"Come on...mm~"

"This is a reward for you... It's also for me, right? Really, I'm so happy... Hmm~"

In the end, even the sound of breathing was filled with a certain expectation.

Probably giving it all.

Keeping the hug in place, they pushed their companion who had stood up and stepped into the shower together.

"No! Let's finish washing quickly, and then..."

"Huh? No, scared and wait?"

"I can die today. Anyway, I don't care..."

"I see."

The subsequent developments were unexpectedly logical.

However, perhaps because she had regained her sense of duty from her warm and infatuated state of mind, Xia Jiang remained stubborn and refused to call him "Asen" again.

Even later in the bedroom, when his brows, which were furrowed by some pain, slowly relaxed and he fell into some strange emotions, he did not take the bait while his consciousness was blurred.

Every time I found myself falling into a language trap, I would move my head closer to the other person present to suppress them.

In this regard, she is quite clever - it seems that Miss Qingshan knows very well how to shut up someone's restless mouth.

In the end, they even slowly mastered the rhythm and reversed the situation between them.

He briefly assumed a bird-like condescending attitude, humming with satisfaction:

"I feel like Xiaolin is just so-so. He looks intimidating, but he's still under my control..."

"..."

"No, why suddenly...I...I'm wrong, I'm wrong!"

"It looks like Natsu-chan has mastered the basic up, down, left, and right controls of the game. Next, let's try to defeat the boss guarding the stage with a fifty-hit combo."

"Wait, did I just..."

It seems that it is a common problem for all players to become complacent after passing the easiest stage at the beginning.

Afterwards, in the long and repetitive challenges, Miss Xiazhi suffered the pain of underestimating the enemy with almost tears in her eyes, feeling both happy and tired.

In the end, he even rolled his eyes.

Requests are made intermittently.

"Wait a moment, I don't even have the energy to maintain a normal expression."

"It's even cuter this way."

"No?! You, you perverted idiot..."

"..."

"Huh...Xiaolin, why haven't you...it's me. Doesn't it make you happy?"

"No. Probably my stamina or something. You're cute, don't get me wrong."

"...Well, since I'm so cute, can you please let me drink some water first?"

"Of course... I'll pour it for you. Can you use those names on me again later? My little wild cat."

"Woo!"

The shameful and unbearable cry was not the end of the long afternoon song.

Instead, it is more like a small pause in a long movement.