After eating, Sakura took the initiative to take on the task of washing the dishes.

Anyway, in the future, do you want to call a subordinate to help me wash the dishes after I finish eating? No, this is too inhumane, or should I feed him? But wouldn't that be more troublesome? As for the dishwasher or something, do you think a person who has to go to an old store to buy a refrigerator will buy it?

Opening the cupboard and taking out the spare futon, Kyosuke Hojo thought about it while tidying up his sleeping place for tonight in the living room.

"Kyosuke! So what are you doing? ”

Sakura Yamauchi, who was washing dishes, saw Kyosuke Hojo's movements and exclaimed.

"I'm tidying up my sleep, what's wrong?"

Kyosuke Hojo was stunned for a moment, Sakura's voice made him think that he had done something that was not tolerated.

"What are you doing in your sleep? Isn't the bed over there? ”

Sakura Yamauchi put down the bowl in his hand, wiped his hands casually, and walked over and snatched the quilt that Kyosuke Hojo was holding in his hand.

"Let's sleep in that bed together tonight!" Sakura Yamauchi looked at Kyosuke Hojo angrily.

"How can this be?"

"Why can't you be a kid now?" Yamauchi Sakura's eyes seemed to have begun to get steamy.

Kyosuke Hojo felt a headache, and he had a premonition of his current situation since Sakura said that he was going to stay with him tonight.

"Obedient, Sakura, I'll take you to Ikebukuro on the weekend to eat that famous sushi." Like coaxing a child, Kyosuke Hojo said softly.

"Don't! Do you think I'm a gluttonous piglet? Sakura doesn't give an inch, there aren't many things in front of the food, and Kyosuke Hojo is the top one of them.

"We're not third-graders anymore, Sakura."

"Yes, we've grown up, Kyosuke, you also have someone you like, and you're no longer the one who will only be good to me Kyosuke."

The quilt in Sakurara's hand slipped to the ground, two small hands covered his chest, and he looked at Kyosuke Hojo with big moist eyes, his tone was low, his expression was sad, and he looked like a little wife abandoned by her husband.

"I know, I know, let's sleep together. Your pajamas are in the locker next to your bed, go change them yourself. ”

Kyosuke Hojo looked at Sakura, looked at himself in those amber pupils, and smiled helplessly. Although I knew that I was acting, I still couldn't stand Sakura's aggrieved appearance.

"Yay!"

Sakura immediately changed his face and jumped up happily, his white fingers comparing the posture of victory

"I'll leave the rest of the bowl to Kyosuke to wash, I'll take a shower first."

After Sakura said this, she ran to the bed and pulled out her pajamas, and then ran happily into the bathroom.

Kyosuke Hojo finished washing the dishes and sat on the couch and watched TV.

"Kyosuke~" Sakura's voice came from the bathroom, and because of the door, the voice sounded a little muffled.

"What's wrong?"

Kyosuke Hojo didn't look back, the toilet and bathroom in his apartment were separate, and because it was a bachelor apartment, the bathroom door was frosted glass, which simply played a waterproof role. As soon as he turned around, he could see the beautiful things that sprayed nosebleeds.

"Kyosuke is peeking, right?" Sakura chuckled under his breath, his tone full of affirmation.

"I didn't." Kyosuke Hojo denied it blandly, and by the way, he picked up the barley tea on the low table and took a big sip, moistening his dry throat.

"Huh? Don't Kyosuke want to see it? ”

"I don't want to! Not at all! And I don't have this purpose for making papaya dishes at all, right? ”

"Why am I not a boy, so that I can find a cute girl like me to be my girlfriend."

"You can do it even if you're a girl."

"Kyosuke! What kind of nonsense do you think about all day long? I'm going to tell Aunt Mijiko. ”

Faced with Sakurara's back-hitting, Kyosuke Hojo rolled his eyes. He didn't speak anymore and started watching TV, and Sakura in the bathroom quieted down.

I don't know how long it took, but Kyosuke Hojo was a little drowsy watching TV, and his eyes were closed.

After Sakura Yamauchi took a bath, he walked out of the bathroom and saw Kyosuke Hojo as if he was asleep.

He crept over, his arm gently wrapped around Kyosuke Hojo's neck, and his palm rested on his chest. Then he rested his pointed chin on the head of Kyosuke Hojo, and then the whole person pressed on him.

Kyosuke Hojo, who felt a sinking on his head, hadn't opened his eyes yet, and a fragrant fragrance that didn't know if it was a girl's body fragrance or a shower gel hit his nose.

Sakura's little hands mischievously stroked Kyosuke Hojo's hard pectoral muscles, removed his chin from Kyosuke Hojo's head, put his small mouth to his ear, and exhaled softly:

"Kyosuke, I'm not wearing anything."

Kyosuke Hojo's head was filled with all sorts of beautiful scenes, Sakura's sleek skin that had just finished bathing, constantly exuding heat, as if it was eroding his nerves.

"I'm taking a shower!"

Kyosuke Hojo stood up abruptly and walked into the bathroom as if he were running away.

Sakura, who stayed in place, touched the sofa that was still left and Kyosuke Hojo asked questions, and let out a string of laughter like silver bells.

When Kyosuke Hojo walked out of the bathroom, he found that Sakura had turned off all the lights.

The three layers of curtains on the balcony were not all drawn, and a small amount of moonlight came in. By the faint light, Kyosuke Hojo walked to the bedside, on which Sakura was already lying and closed his eyes.

Looking at the cute pretty face that still had a flush after bathing, Kyosuke Hojo smiled dotingly. Reaching out and pulling the quilt over Sakura's leaking shoulders, he turned around to spend the night on the couch.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, a warm little hand grabbed his hand.

"Don't try to run away, Kyosuke."

Turning around, Sakura had already turned sideways and looked at him with wide eyes.

There was no way, Kyosuke Hojo could only lie on the bed.

"Good night, Sakura."

Stick to the side of the bed.,Leave the space as much as possible to Sakura.,Try not to lift.。

The familiar fragrance kept wafting out of the quilt and burrowing into Hojo Kyosuke's nose, and he had just finished taking a shower, and now he was sure that it was definitely not the scent of shower gel, but the body fragrance of a girl.

The whole quilt is the taste and temperature of Sakura.

Under the quilt, Sakura slowly stretched out her little hand and used a finger to scratch around Kyosuke Hojo's arm.

Suddenly, Kyosuke Hojo turned over violently and stretched out his hand to hold Sakura in his arms.

His movements made Sakura's whole person stunned, and his little face suddenly turned red, and he was so shocked that he didn't move.

Don't look at what she did when she teased Kyosuke Hojo, in fact, the two of them are the same emotional novices. At most, as a girl, she is more talented at this kind of thing, but only in the case of Kyosuke Hojo's passive defense.

Right now......

Isn't the script like this, shouldn't it be that Kyosuke was constantly molested by her, and then kept regressing, and finally was helplessly hugged by her to sleep?

Feeling the warmth emanating from Kyosuke Hojo's body, Sakura gently stroked the solid chest muscles with both hands.

Kyosuke ......

Sure enough, we are lovesick.

Sakurara's little face turned red at first, then smiled contentedly, and he put his head against Kyosuke Hojo's chest and closed his eyes.

What about Kyosuke Hojo, don't look at the action just now, it seems to be very domineering, but now he is numb. Just hugged it purely as soon as his head was hot, and the hand that was not pressed by Sakura habitually put it on her buttocks, and the beautiful touch made him dare not move at all, for fear that one would accidentally pinch it hard.

The delicate body in his arms, which exudes a charming fragrance, seems to have turned into a bomb, and if he is not careful, it will detonate in the heart of Kyosuke Hojo.