"You really should exercise more."

Mamoru Suzuki was almost helpless and easily crushed to the bed by Asaki Shio, looking at the ceiling and falling into deep thought.

The only thing she was thankful for was that she was just holding him, not doing anything further.

He suspected that even if he wanted to do something to the mixi, he wouldn't be able to resist... It's really sad.

"Asagiri?" Mamoru Suzuki tried to call out to the Mirishio.

He buried his head in his chest towards the misty tide, and the weight of his whole body pressed on him. The long hair behind him slipped and spread out from the sides of his body, and a few strands of hair were also on his hands, which had nowhere to put them.

The neat uniform on the chest is squeezed out of the folds, a subtle sense of oppression.

There is also the skirt of the lower body, which failed to maintain its previous neatness in this rushing action, and opened it a little. Mamoru Suzuki can feel the warmth and soft touch of the girl's thighs.

"Yes, Suzuki-kun." Responding to him at the tide of the mist, the hot breath exhaled through his uniform and the heat was transferred to his chest.

“... What's going on? ”

"Let me hold it for a while, okay?"

"I hugged it first and then asked if I could, this is a decision not to let it..."

Suzuki Mamoru is troubled by this.,Being pressed by the girl.,This action is still real...

"But..."

He took a breath towards the misty and raised his buried head, "I made up my mind for a long time before I decided to transfer from Tokyo to Kyoto." ”

Mamoru Suzuki shut up again.

The eyes that appeared in the field of vision, misty eyes, flashed with crystal clear light, from her eyes to his eyes. The girl's slender eyelashes were wet, but she still smiled softly.

"Suzuki-kun, it's great to see you again, it's really good."

“......”

"I'm sorry, I really didn't think I could see him, so I'm really happy now." Chao Wuxi's delicate and good-looking face is dyed crimson, which looks extremely moving.

And the beautiful figure is indeed pressed on him so tightly.

Mamoru Suzuki struggled to control himself, and he looked at the ceiling again, distracted: "That... Asagiri, you came to Kyoto from Tokyo, do your parents really agree? ”

"Hmm~ I don't agree." With his chin resting on his chest, he looked at Mamoru Suzuki at Kirishi's gaze, which was still a little flustered... It was lovely. She hugged her tightly and shook her head.

"Disagree?"

"Hmm."

"Again, I don't agree with it in general. However, why did the morning fog still come? ”

"It took me a long time to convince my mother."

"What about Father?"

"In the end, I still didn't agree, but when I left Tokyo, I actually secretly transferred a sum of money to me."

"......" Mamoru Suzuki didn't know what to say, "Hmm..."

With a light laugh towards the mitio, Mamoru Suzuki began to adjust his posture slightly.

"Alright, Asagiri, it's almost okay, right?"

"No." Turning his face sideways towards the foggy tide, his cheek against his chest, he rejected his proposal, "I finally had a chance, Suzuki-kun will definitely not give me this opportunity in the future... So, hold it a little longer. ”

"If you hug it for a while, maybe something embarrassing..."

Mamoru Suzuki was really troubled.

"That's... But the door is not closed, wait for Yuko to come up..."

"There's no room left."

It's really capricious.

Mamoru Suzuki had no choice but to resist so he had to distract himself while praying for Yuko not to come up... No, it should be Yuko who came up to save him.

Mamoru Suzuki thought about it for a moment and began to pray again that Yuko would come up soon.

Perhaps the gods heard his request, and his inner thoughts had just been generated, when he heard Yuko's footsteps approaching the stairs.

Mamoru Suzuki hurriedly spoke: "Okay, Asagi, Yuko is coming up." ”

"Huh? Have it... It seems to be. Asaki, who was lying on his chest, was one step behind him before he heard Yuko's footsteps.

"So..."

"But I don't want to let go."

“......”

Mamoru Suzuki raised his head a little in astonishment, looked at him again towards the fog tide, and repeated with an affirmative look in his eyes, "I don't want to let go." ”

In order to show her determination, she hugged him harder, and then, as if to escape, she buried her head completely in his chest.

Mamoru Suzuki was completely stunned.

"Oh, that's, but..."

The wayward girl didn't respond.

“......”

“......”

Mamoru Suzuki lay down and looked blankly at the ceiling... He was thinking about how to get the gods to take back their will, or how to face Yuko and so on.

However, such a question did not give him much time to think, and the sound of footsteps, and Yuko's voice, was about to reach the door.

"Xiao Shou, Xiao Xi, you..."

Then the sound stopped abruptly.

Yuko stood at the doorway, stunned, she saw the bed in the bedroom, towards the tide of the Suzuki Mamoru pressed under her, buried in her chest motionless as if she was running away.

The skirt of the uniform on the lower body is a little messy, and between the calves wrapped in white socks and the skirt, a large piece of delicate legs is exposed, and it is attached to Suzuki's legs.

Yuko wondered if it would be better for her to close the door and leave now, or...

When I was struggling, I saw Mamoru Suzuki's eyes.

Suzuki Mamoru looked at Yuko who appeared at the door under Asaki Shixi, blinking quickly, he was begging Yuko for help with his eyes.

As a result, I don't know what's going on, Yuko saw his eyes, was stunned for a few seconds, and then suddenly laughed with a "snort".

Holding the door frame with one hand, Yuko smiled exceptionally happily.

Mamoru Suzuki is going to despair.

"Yuko." He finally spoke up.

As a result, Yuko ignored him at all and was still laughing.

Mamoru Suzuki kept his mouth shut... Counting on Yuko to save him was still wrong, so he continued to pray to the gods.

When Yuko finished laughing, she still had a smile on her lips and walked in.

"Mamoru Komoru, do you want to eat strawberries? Mom just washed it. Yuko squatted down on the edge of the bed, holding a bowl of strawberries in her hand, and looked at him with a smile on her face.

Mamoru Suzuki stared at Yuko.

"Ah~" Yuko didn't care what he meant in his eyes, reached out and took out a strawberry from the bowl, took off the strawberry stalk very intimately, and sent it to his mouth, "Come, if it's inconvenient for Xiao Shou, mom feeds you." ”

“......”

Mamoru Suzuki continued to gesture with his eyes to the morning misty on his body.

Yuko blinked, as if she hadn't seen it.

Mamoru Suzuki struggled last: "Mother, aren't you going to do something?" ”

"Huh?" Yuko still pretended to be stupid, and poked Mamoru Suzuki in the mouth with the tip of the strawberry, "Won't Mamoru eat it?" ”

“......”

Mamoru Suzuki completely gave in and accepted reality.

He looked up and bit the strawberry off his mouth.

Yuko laughed again.

"Okay, okay, Xiaoshou, people Xiaoxi took care of you so much at the beginning, and now that I see you again, what's wrong with wanting to hug you?"

"Hmm." Chao Wuxi also suddenly responded in his arms, and his calf shook slightly, expressing his approval.

Mamoru Suzuki stopped talking... The strawberries tasted pretty good.

He opened his mouth again.

Yuko smiled and picked up another strawberry, plucked the strawberry stalk, and brought it to his mouth.

Mamoru Suzuki bit it off, full of resentment.

"Then mom will go first, dinner is not ready yet, bye."

Yuko gave Mamoru Suzuki a smile at the end, then put the bowl of strawberries on the bedside table and stood up.

"Xiaoxi, the strawberries are on the side, if you want to eat them, you can take them yourself... Well... It's okay to let Xiao Shou feed you, and you didn't feed him less in the ward at the beginning. ”

"Hmm." He shook his feet again towards the fog tide.

Mamoru Suzuki's face was expressionless.

Yuko walked out of the room in three steps, and when she left, she closed the door very thoughtfully.

"I'll call you again when I'm done."

"Bang."

The door closed.

The footsteps faded away, and the room was quiet again.