Sleeping and Passerby Heroine

The lips overlap again.

They separated after only a brief contact.

Her eyelashes stretched like a fan, rippling in Qianyi's heart, and spring water was rippling in her eyes.

"Such, active, you like it very much, right?"

"..."

"Your KISS has..."

Wait, why is this like what Shiyu was about to say just now——

"It smells like lemon."

"...Oh, oh."

She lowered her head and raised her toes flat. She retracted into Qian Yi's arms. Even though Qian Yi's hands were stiff in the air, she still hugged him and pressed against him.

"That night, Shiyu-senpai took the initiative too, right?"

"Wha!"

She directly knocked the chopsticks in Qian Yi's hand to the ground.

"Sister Shiyu already told me everything?"

Qian Yi was silent for a while, and had to sigh.

"Since you know everything... why don't you ask me anything."

"Because even if you ask, it doesn't make any sense."

"Your'meaning' is really special."

"Of course~"

Her smile spread to Qianyi's heart through the vibration of her chest.

"Because I am the heroine who loves Asaichi Kiyama."

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Chapter 8 The Late Routine

Love, feelings, and all these things all sound very imaginary, but in many cases only people in the game understand that this kind of ethereal thing will follow like a shadow, disturbing what you think of as'reason' all the time.

1DK's apartment has no extra space for the dining table. When Qianichi realized this problem, he had only an upward energy in his heart. Because of this problem, he rarely cooks at home, but when Xiaohui After coming to him, she bought Qianichi a small folding round table, warm yellow, small, short, Qianichi remembered it clearly, and she said something at that time—

'Go home for dinner later.'

However, something like that happened not long after that.

The white light was turned off and replaced by a newly installed warm yellow wall light. It is estimated that Shi Yu used this kind of light that is not dazzling and can create an atmosphere for inspiration when creating.

The two people sat opposite each other on this table again, each placed a bowl of Ramen noodles in front of them. There were no other ingredients in it, not even green onions, and the TV was not on. It was already past 11 o'clock in the evening, and the surroundings were quiet. Even the cold wind that had been howling just now had subsided, and the atmosphere was a bit embarrassingly silent.

"You still keep this table."

Xiaohui rubbed the tabletop with some nostalgia, feeling a rough touch, her expression a little hazy under the dim light.

"I have kept everything."

Qianyi's answer is somewhat ambiguous.

"Hurry up and eat the noodles, it won't be good if it gets cold."

Xiaohui doesn’t mind that there are no other condiments in the face. Qianyi has finally figured out the girl’s routine now. She will not have any complaints at this time. She always likes the waywardness of women. Used in different ways.

"Well, I'm a bit hungry alone," she picked up the chopsticks, "then I'm not welcome~"

Xiaohui now only wears a wide, long-sleeved white shirt. She took the initiative to go back and put on the clothes after she took the initiative to approach just now, sitting here in one of the men's dream dresses.

The tips of her hair were dripping with water, and the water droplets slid on the silky white skin to the delicate bamboo clavicle, stopped in the dimple, the two buttons on the front of the shirt were not buttoned, and the shirt that was originally a shallow one was put on her It looks a bit wide, but the chest is propped up to a noticeable scale, shaking during eating, and the spring is looming, which makes Qianichi's eyes drifting.

Reminiscent of the zero distance feeling just now.

Xiaohui really grew up, from a beautiful girl next door to a slim lady.

It's getting better and better.

"Shanichi, your cooking level is much better than before!"

Qian Yi quickly withdrew his gaze, and quickly ate two bites of noodles in a panic.

"Xiao, Xiaohui, you really don't even know how to lie to people... it's a bit muddy on your face, how could it be delicious."

Let alone fast noodles.

"Nothing like that. I really feel that this fast noodle is much better than the egg fried rice you made before."

Egg fried rice...

Did it mean the time at Lun Ye's house?

Or the "past" that Qianyi didn't know.

Thinking of this, his eyes were a little sad. As long as he thinks of this, there is always a hurdle in his heart. Yes, this girl, what he has to do is to free her from the whirlpool.

Let her be happy.

"If you think it's delicious, eat more."

Qianichi is in no mood.

"Delicious is delicious, but I don't like it very much."

What's this...

"Xiaohui, how did you become a radio girl when I didn't know it! It's just to say something I don't understand, and the message is that kind of vague content! I am very worried about you..."

"Because this taste is the'taste' of Yinglili, right?"

She didn't care about it, and ate the noodles in small bites.

In this noodle, his cooking level is improved because of Ying Li Li.

Has jealousy reached this point?