I got into Yuichi Fujisawa's black Lincoln again.

"Come on." Yuichi Fujisawa handed me a white towel.

I was slightly stunned, remembering the last time I met him, I was also embarrassed, there was no towel in the car, and he handed me a handkerchief. Gray, with his breath on it.

"Let's wipe my hair first." He said.

"That'...... What about you? ”

He smiled and gently spread the towel over my head, the towel was so large that it covered my shoulders. He stroked my head: "I'm fine. ”

I felt my face start to heat up, and when I turned my head, my hand fell between my ears, and the tentacle was a tag.

"Wait a minute." I heard Yuichi Fujisawa's voice and couldn't help but pause. As far as the eye could see, he held a pair of scissors between his slender fingers, and then his breath came close and fell to his ears. Wrapped in his breath, my body suddenly stiffened, and I only heard a "click", and his voice said in my ear, "Okay." ”

I subconsciously turned my head, but the tip of my nose touched something. Ah, it's Yuichi Fujisawa's chin. One of my faces burned violently, and before I could react, he was separated from me, and when I turned back, his lips brushed my forehead, intentionally or unintentionally.

I wringed my hands and heard his voice deeper than ever: "It's nice to have a towel." "If you don't dry your hair, you'll catch a cold." ”

"Hmmm......"

I covered my face with a towel and lowered my head to wipe my hair. My clothes were so wet that I had to put a towel over my shoulders to cover the wet marks.

Yuichi Fujisawa's breath was gone, and the car sped through the streets of Osaka. I followed him to a high-end apartment. Glancing at the cherry blossom pattern at the entrance of the apartment, I remembered that there was more than one fashion brand owned by the Zhinian Sooki Foundation. Yuichi Fujisawa owns the apartment, and when I went up to the top floor with the elevator, I realized that the entire floor was his residence.

I couldn't help but look inside the room with curiosity. The black, white and gray three-color tone, simple and comfortable, is his style.

Behind me, there was a knock on the door, and I was caught off guard for a moment, so I reflexively jumped a few steps forward, almost hitting Yuichi Fujisawa's broad back.

Hearing him sneer: "It should be Miss Qingshui, you wait a minute." ”

He turned back to the door and opened the door. I couldn't see anyone from my point of view, but the sound was familiar.

There was a hint of restrained panting in Reiko Shimizu's voice: "President, I'm sorry, the store is far away, most of the other shops are closed, I only bought this ......"

"It's okay, I'm still bothering you to run this time, I'm sorry for you." He took a paper bag from Reiko Shimizu, "Do you need a break?" ”

"Thank you, President, no need." Reiko Shimizu's voice became calm.

Yuichi Fujisawa didn't do it: "The road is slippery in the rain, so pay attention to safety when driving." ”

"Yes, President."

"Rest early, good night."

"So is the president, good night."

Yuichi Fujisawa closed the door, walked up to me, and handed me the paper bag in his hand. I immediately guessed what it was, and I didn't know how to react, but seeing his complacent expression, I hurriedly reached out and took it.

He put his cane in the door and said, "Come this way." ”

I followed suit, and he led me to the bathroom, opened the cloakroom next to it, and in a few moments, he fetched a set of men's pajamas.

"Miss Shimizu didn't buy pajamas, this is my spare pajamas, it will be a little big for you, so you can only last one night." He walked into the bathroom, pulled a hair dryer from the wall cabinet, and patted the drawer of the vanity, "New towels are here." ”

With that, he withdrew from the bathroom and stopped at the door.

I was slightly stunned and walked into the bathroom with a paper bag. Behind me, Yuichi Fujisawa closed the door for me.

I looked at the closed door, closed my eyes, and took a slow, hard breath as my beating heart calmed down.

I opened the paper bag and unexpectedly it was a set of underwear. Probably when I was stunned, Fujisawa Yuichi sent a text message to Shimizu Reiko to buy it, but it was getting late and time was pressing, and the clothes sent by Shimizu Reiko were bought casually in a nearby store, unlike the last time it was Zhinian Shuxi. I looked at the tag, but fortunately I could barely afford it, the price of the last set of Zhinian Shuxi...... I've been distressed until now.

I breathed a sigh of relief and looked around. This bathroom is huge, wet and dry separated, everything you need. I didn't use the huge bathtub and washed away my tiredness and anxiety in the shower.

When I came out, the mirror on the vanity was covered with a layer of mist, and I wiped the moisture off it with my hands.

Gradually, my appearance appeared in the mirror. I put down my bandana, my long freshly washed hair slid down and stuck to my cheeks, and my freshly washed cheeks were red and faintly hot. I turned on the faucet, picked up a handful of cold water and patted it on both cheeks. When I did this, the sleeves slipped down to my elbows, and the large blue pajamas I was wearing were from Yuichi Fujisawa.

At this moment, I am in the bathroom of Yuosaka Fujisawa apartment.

In the bottom of my heart, faintly excited.

I looked at myself in the mirror, and the other side was familiar and unfamiliar to me. I turned on the cold air setting of the hair dryer and tried to blow away the flush and shame on my face, but I couldn't blow away the smile that fell into my eyes.

Absent-mindedly, my hair was already seven or eight dry, and I pushed the door open. The lights in the room are all on, and the room is bright.

"Mr. Fujisawa?" I called out to him.

Passing through the corridor around the corner, the figure of Yuichi Fujisawa appeared. He sat on a small couch by the reading lamp in loose pajamas of the same color. He had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and he was reading a book with a plain cover in his hand. Usually combed back with hairspray meticulously groomed hair, but at the moment it hangs softly on the temples. Warm yellow light casts on his side, lingering over the metal frame of his glasses, resting between the collars of his blue pajamas.

It's something I've never seen before. Yuichi Fujisawa, who impressed me more than ever.

I held my breath, wishing time to stand still in this moment.

After a long time, he raised his head and smiled at me: "Drink water?" ”

I didn't answer him, but said, "I'll pay you the money for that suit next time." ”

He was silent and said, "Does it have to be like this?" ”

"Hmm." I didn't hesitate and nodded.

“…… Good. ”

I breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What about the two children...... Did Yuu and Yuki find both? ”

"Hmm." He nodded, "Don't worry." ”

I didn't know what to say, and I didn't have anything to say for a while. I looked at him as he watched me, and then he closed the book with one hand and removed his glasses with the other.

"Come here, Susu."

I walked over to him as I was told.

"You're too thin, Susu." He whispered.

"It's your clothes that are too big." I retorted softly.

"Hmm......," he groaned, holding out his left hand to me, "Come on." Raise your hand. ”

He leaned over and delicately rolled up my overly long sleeves, first with his right hand, then with his left. He did it, earnestly and attentively, his fingers touching my arm with a warm touch, and every now and then, his breath brushed my sleeve. I lowered my eyes and watched the swirls in his hair. He is so gentle, and even the whirlpool between his hair is a reassuring arc.

"Alright." He said, standing up. Without a cane, he walked slowly to the open kitchen, filled a glass of water with a glass, and returned.

"Come on."

I took it obediently, and after drinking it in one gulp, water flowed down from the corner of my mouth, I raised my hand to dry it, and put the glass on the small bookcase next to it.

I turned around, only to crash into Yuichi Fujisawa's chest. He hugged me, his chin against the top of my head. I smelled the familiar smell of him again.

There was silence all around, and I leaned close to the collar of his pajamas and took a deep breath.

I let out a sigh.

His right hand slowly stroked my hair and asked me softly, "What's wrong?" ”

I leaned against his chest and asked him, "It smells good...... What brand of perfume do you use? ”

He lowered his voice: "I won't tell you." ”

I was not satisfied with his answer, and snorted lukewarmly. He chuckled and breathed in my hair, his voice a little hoarse, indescribably sexy: "Guess."

I turned my head, took another deep breath, and guessed, "...... Well, it's like cologne...... Since it's you...... Is it 4711? ”

Fujisawa didn't respond for a while, I looked up at him, but I met him and lowered his head, a face with perfect facial features that was impeccable whenever I looked at it, and his warm lips fell like this. First the forehead, then the center of the eyebrows, the tip of the nose, and finally the top of the nose, tossing and turning. Something exploded in his head, and his whole body seemed to pass through an electric current, powerless to resist.

In a fit of confusion, I took a step back, and when I touched the edge of the couch, my legs went limp, and I fell behind me with him, both of my bodies sinking into the soft couch.

Yuichi Fujisawa propped his hands on the couch pillows and separated himself from me. He looked at me with his eyes down and called my name in a dumb voice: "Susu." ”

I once watched a movie where I forgot the middle of the movie, and I was impressed at the end. It's New Year's Eve again, at the New Year's Eve party, the clothes are fragrant and the sideburns are shadowed, there are lovers in pairs, and the old music "Friendship Lasts Forever" is playing in the party venue. The male protagonist who suddenly woke up rushed to confess to the heroine, and he said a lot of heartwarming lines.

He said, it's not that I'm alone, or Chinese New Year's Eve. I'm here because if you realize you're going to spend the rest of your life with someone, you'll want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

For me, at this moment, this person, he is here.

I looked into his swirling black eyes, put my hand around his neck, closed my eyes and kissed him.

I took the initiative to make up my mind, and I was clumsy and jerky by instinct. Yuichi Fujisawa was stunned for a moment, and then he immediately approached me and took control of it. He patiently guided me, gradually deepening the kiss.

Ending this lingering and long lip-to-tooth relationship, Yuichi Fujisawa's lips slowly descended my neck. I opened my eyes in a trance, and as far as I could see, the simple floor-to-ceiling reading lampshade. At this time, his slender fingers rested on the buttons of his pajamas, and his chest was open. A hint of coldness could be perceived, and then, Yuichi Fujisawa's lips covered the place, his snort, his thin lips, all hot.

I realized this and my body stiffened. My left hand gripped the edge of the couch and tightened it so hard that I couldn't restrain myself from shivering.

Yuichi Fujisawa stopped, and he gasped slightly. In the backlight, there was wind and rain in his eyes, but he endured it. Such Yuichi Fujisawa, familiar but unfamiliar, is a sexy side I have never seen, so good-looking. The hand he had unbuttoned took hold of my left hand, which was sunk deep into the couch. I didn't look at Yuichi Fujisawa for a moment, and his gaze was always intertwined with me.

He brought my left hand to his lips and lightly imprinted his kiss.

"Don't be afraid." He leaned over and breathed on the side of my neck. His other hand landed on top of my head, sliding down my hair, gently soothing, and the subtle sound of friction fell to my ear......

Suddenly, he stopped. After a while, he straightened up, carefully buttoned my pajamas, then helped me sit up, and slowly stood up again.

I squinted slightly and looked at Yuichi Fujisawa inexplicably

"Wait for me in a moment."

He said, turning to leave. He walked slowly, and when he came back, he had a hair dryer in his hand.

"Don't blow dry your hair, aren't afraid of catching a cold?" He plugged in the hair dryer.

I stroked the slightly wet ends of my hair with some embarrassment, but I thought to myself, just ...... Yuichi Fujisawa didn't use honorifics on me.

"Because I didn't plan to go to bed so early." As soon as the words came out, I was stunned, and Yuichi Fujisawa walked towards my figure.

Yes...... What am I talking about, stupid?

At this moment, in my heart, I cleanly executed myself to Ling Chi.

What pulls me back to reality is the touch of Yudaichi Fujisawa's hand in his hand. When I was embarrassed, he had already come to me. His hand covered mine, fingers moving slightly, and strands of hair fell from my intertwined hands.

"So many small movements...... "Above his head, he sighed helplessly.

I looked up, and the side light of the floor lamp was projected on half of his face. My lips moved: "I want milk, do you have it here?" ”

He was slightly stunned, and then a smile fell into his eyes.

"I'll get it for you, you wait." He handed me the hair dryer and said, "Dry your hair." ”

I took it, watched him turn around, and then plunged into the couch pillow.

A sucker!

Again, I scolded myself.

I looked down at the hair dryer in my hand for a while, and after a while, I silently unplugged it. Passing by the open kitchen, Yuichi Fujisawa was washing a thermometer when he heard my footsteps and looked up.

"I—I'll go to the bathroom and blow it." I clenched the hair dryer in my hand.

"Okay." He looked at me and smiled in response.

I was stunned, avoided his gaze, and quickened my pace to walk away from him.

That night, Yuichi Fujisawa and I sat across from each other, drank a glass of milk in silence, and then said goodnight to each other.

I didn't turn on the lights and lay on the comfortable bed in his guest room. I feel tired, but I can't sleep for a long time. In the dark, my eyes were open and my mind was blank. I don't remember when, but the rain outside the window gradually stopped, and I don't know when, I fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up the next day, I saw a ray of daylight peeking out through the gap between the curtains, and it was a sunny day.

I got up, cautiously pushed open the door, and walked all the way to the living room, where I saw no sign of Yuichi Fujisawa. I turned around and walked to the dining room, and as I passed by the restaurant, I caught a glimpse of a large cherry pink box on the table. At this time, when I looked closer, next to the box was a milky white dish painted with dark lines, and through the plastic wrap wrapped on the plate, it could be seen that there was a sandwich inside.

There is also a triangular carton of milk next to the saucer with a white sticky note attached to it.

I picked up the milk carton and saw that it read:

The toast downstairs this morning was delicious, so it was made into a sandwich. P.S. heard from the clerk that this milk has been particularly popular recently.

Looking at the cartoon cow on the milk carton with its arms and shouting "Hey, let's get stronger together", I couldn't cry or laugh for a while, this is ...... Are you treating me like a child?

But I was a little hungry, so I put the sandwich in the microwave in the kitchen, set the time, and folded back to the table.

The big box, which is really impossible to ignore, lies quietly there, and there is a sticky note on the surface of the box. I already had the answer in my heart, so I tore off the sticky note directly, revealing a complete Logo on the surface of the box: Zhinian Shuxi.

Really.

I looked at the sticky note in my hand, and it said: "The laundry has not dried in the washing, please borrow it."

There is always a way for me to refuse. I was stunned for a long time when I looked at this line of font, but I still opened the box.

The scent of cherry blossoms wafts through your fingertips and wafts into the air.

I held my breath and lifted my skirt with both hands. It is a very delicate silk dress, knee-length and full of girlish pink.

"A little girl should wear warm colors." Yuichi Fujisawa said so.

This is the dress he chose. The irregular sleeves are shaped like a half-open bouquet of flowers, and the cuffs are ruffled with layers of silk threads, and the skirt hangs down in subtle shirred. The cascading skirts are staggered in height and depth, and the shades are gradual, but there is no wind but there are rhythmic ripples.

I pulled the skirt closer together and felt the threads in it. The line on the collar sticker caught my eye, and I immediately realized that it was the name of the dress.

"Ding."

The microwave makes a low beep.

My hands shook as my hands shook as the detachable belt at the waist of the skirt slipped down the cascading hem of the skirt, and the slender collar in the middle line slipped from my hand and fell back into the skirt.

But at this moment, I saw it clearly.

Find your own name.

The cherry blossom pink flower font is written.