When Ah Chan carried the newly bought ingredients and found the Feng Dou family, she felt that the chapter on housing in her database about human beings should be updated.

She has lived in traditional classical Japanese-style houses with courtyards, small apartments, dark snake caves and dim underground, and modern houses, but like the Asahina family, the family lives in one building, and then everyone has a suite, and it is the first time that Ah Chan has seen it.

I always feel that I have learned new knowledge and become more aware of human beings - this is really a very creative and imaginative race.

After Ah Chan called to tell Sù Fengdou that she was already downstairs, it didn't take long for him to open the door from the inside.

Probably because he didn't have a job and slept all morning, Asakura Kazeto's hair, which was usually carefully styled, looked quite messy at the moment, so he simply put the hat on his coat on his head. The shadow of the falling clothes blocked most of his delicate and delicate face, but it could not stop his displeased look.

"It's so slow!"

He complained willfully first, and then walked into the apartment with Ah Chan and pressed the elevator.

In the elevator, Asakura Kazuto looked at the girl, holding his arms, and seemed a little distressed. He was agonizing over whether to take Chan to the common living room on the fifth floor or to his room.

Although most of the family is not there now, if you go to the fifth floor, you may meet someone - Asakura Fengdou doesn't want others to see Ah Chan. And go to his room......

Inviting the opposite sex to the house for the first time to go to the room, no matter what, it seems a little strange and ulterior motives, but the place where the Asahina family lives, said to be a room, is actually basically a separate suite - there is a separate living room, study, kitchen, so thinking about it, it's not a big deal, not to mention, Asahina Wind Dou was not originally a conformist character.

With that in mind, he pressed the number of floors on the floor where his room was located. Ah Chan didn't care, she smiled at him and said, "Wind Fighter...... It was a bit unexpected. ”

"Ah," Asakura Wind Bucket finished pressing the elevator, then inserted his hand into his pants pocket, and pouted with a look of disapproval, "No way, after all...... That's all there are to people. ”

This is the first time he has taken a girl back to his room, and he is a woman with a great affection. Asakura Fengdou inevitably felt a little cramped after she closed the door, and coughed dryly, but Ah Chan looked very natural. She changed into her slippers, whispered the location of the kitchen, and walked over with a clear goal.

- Look! That's the attitude!

Winddou frowned - what is this attitude of saying that he is here to cook, that is, he is here to cook? She's not one of his, and if she's willing to come over and cook for him, at least it means that she values him, right? But it seems, she doesn't seem to care about his other things at all.

In any case, entering a room of the opposite sex alone must be a little nervous, right!? Does he just look so safe and unthreatening?

But before he could get angry, Ah Chan came out of the kitchen again.

With a slightly troubled look on her face, the girl said to him, "...... Wind Dou-kun, there's basically nothing in your kitchen. ”

"That's right." Feng Dou subconsciously used an extremely arrogant tone again, "I don't go home often, and I never cook or something." ”

Ah Chan stared at him, "In this case, Feng Doujun should have sued me just now, and then I can buy some spices together." She said mildly, "If you don't have anything, you can't turn it into curry with just the ingredients." ”

But for some reason, her words made Wind Dou show an irritable look, and he frowned patiently.

――Even if you don't think it through, you don't want to admit it.

I don't want to admit my mistake because I want the other person to ...... Able to pamper and tolerate his mistakes. It's as if you can prove your importance.

This kind of thinking rarely appears in people who are in love, but it often appears in those who want to find traces of love, but because of its vague traces, they are extremely sensitive.

Chan didn't understand this kind of thought. She was also puzzled why the gentleness that Ami said always seemed to be unable to appease him smoothly when facing Feng Dou, but would make him unhappy every time.

"Is that what I mean?" In the end, Feng Dou replied coldly, "The person who said he was going to come over to cook was obviously yourself, right?" ”

Play fast and loose. Moody.

Ah Chan carefully observed his expression and expression, like a researcher who carefully recorded the real products, trying to further peek into his heart from the superficial phenomena, and understand why he suddenly became so angry.

But in the end, the alien had to admit that he had retreated - he couldn't figure it out.

Humans are creatures that sometimes really don't understand.

She couldn't help frowning in frustration, so she had to ask directly, "...... Why be angry? ”

Feng Dou only snorted, then folded his arms, frowned and tilted his head to the side.

This posture Ah Chan understands - this is a posture of anger.

But Ah Chan didn't understand what she had done to make him awkward.

The person who has lost his temper with her, among her little cabbage, is only I Airo. Chan had to refer to the way she had dealt with my Airo in the first place - she leaned over and put her hands lightly on his arms.

She was shorter than him, and at this moment she looked up right in front of him, like a kitten trying to stand up with its paws on a man's body, and looked up at him softly and delicately. Her eyes were warm and watery, with a certain softness to the heart.

"Wind Dou-kun?" She softly called his name, then reached out and hugged him. She caresses his back like a pet and a child. "What's wrong?"

She took the initiative to hug him, which made Asakura Fengdou suddenly stiffen a little unresponsive, and when he finished stiffening, the irritability just now had already disappeared without a trace.

But instead, there is a faint, imminent heat.

“…… How? The young man let go of the arm in front of him, his hand was arrogantly placed on Ah Chan's waist, and his tone suddenly regained that kind of self-pride, "Do you like me so much?" ”

"I didn't say you could hug me."

But the girl who was teased by him like this didn't let go. She quietly pressed the side of her face against his chest, seemingly completely unaffected.

"I really want to get along with Feng Doujun," the girl's tone was slightly distressed, "but I always feel like I don't know what to do." ”

“…… Hum? ”

"Wind Dou-kun is always angry, but I don't know what I did wrong?"

…… The young man, who understood that it was not the girl's fault, pursed his lips, removed one hand from her waist, and touched the long hair on the side of her face, but did not make a sound.

Ah Chan reached out and grabbed him from the hair, found the location of her ear, and then began to rub her earlobe as if she had found some toy.

She frowned and raised her face, as if she was very dissatisfied with the young man's carelessness, "Feng Doujun, why are you unhappy?" ”

“…… Are you unwilling to be with me? ”

She actually said something like that.

Asakura Kazeto felt his fire grow again.

She seems to be unaware of her charm, wantonly publicizing her beauty, and living like a walking murder weapon in the world.

She walks on the road, harvesting the gaze and affection of others, like an executioner who never needs to do it herself. Countless people willingly became her death row inmates, knelt in front of her, put their heads on the execution table themselves, and then executed the punishment themselves.

Her crimes were as hateful as shooting unarmed civilians on the battlefield with a machine gun in hand, but she was innocent, as if she never knew how much blood she had on her hands.

The boy had no idea how exaggerated and intense his ideas and metaphors were, and he only felt that if someone like Sakurai asked, "Do you want to be with me?" with a troubled face, it would be like mocking people who were troubled by her existence and didn't know how to be good like a fool.

She can obviously be more willful, more bad-tempered, more arrogant, and more ...... than him Reckless.

But she was gentle...... It seems to be within reach, but it is as unpredictable as sitting above the clouds.

This chaotic relationship was really a bit intense, so Chaocang Fengdou frowned and bowed his head and kissed it.

When he kissed him, perhaps because of surprise and surprise, Ah Chan let go of the hand he was holding. And this kiss was short-lived, almost as soon as Wind Bucket closed his eyes and opened them again, he left her lips.

He stared at Chan's expression, as if trying to see what she was thinking now.

But the girl blinked and lowered her eyelashes, but she was not shy at all, nor did she react with any disgust.

"Hey," Asakura narrowed his eyes, "why do you look so used to it?" ”

Ah Chan suddenly laughed.

She looked as satisfied as a student who had finally found the formula for the solution to the problem—what, she thought to herself, so is it enough to deal with such an unmoody person with a straight ball?

No, it doesn't seem to be like that...... However, Ah Chan felt as if she vaguely understood the correct way to smooth her hair, and with a little practice, she could completely master it.

The girl didn't answer his question, but stood on tiptoe, hooked his neck, and kissed him back.

She closed her eyes, her expression was supple and gentle, her eyebrows and eyes were pure and innocent, and Asakura Fengdou's resistance only lasted less than a second, so she could only abandon her armor and close her eyes, and was pulled into the dense web she had woven by Ah Chan.

In this silent space, it seems that a thousand words are confiding between their lips and teeth, testing each other's bottom line, surveying each other's thoughts, and bearing each other's responses. Asakura Fengdou pressed Ah Chan against the wall, lowered his head and changed the angle, licking her lips as if he was tasting different flavors of candy, biting and teasing, and kissing deeply repeatedly.

Ah Chan raised her head, both a passive undertaker and an active responder, her hand originally wrapped around the young man's neck, but at this moment, it seemed to be unbearable to reach into his soft short hair, rubbing his hair with ** meaning.

After a long time, Asakura Fengdou exhaled deeply, and raised his face with rapid breathing.

His skin had already become hot and hot, and at this moment he pressed Ah Chan firmly in front of him, a pair of thin plum eyes, staring at her with a burning gaze, with an inescapable aura, and said to her, "Hey...... You like me, don't you? ”