The noble evil young lady

"If you don't hurry up, I'll go to school first, and you can cross the cemetery by yourself!" Miyamoto He had already put on his uniform and stood in front of me.

"Then let's go now, I'm full!" I wiped my mouth indiscriminately and stood up quickly.

I muttered in my heart: I don't want to go to the cemetery alone.

After standing up, I felt inferior. How could I be so much shorter than him?But I clearly saw his delicate skin, handsome eyebrows, and cool and thin lips.

really. . .Did you put on makeup on purpose in the past?Now he looks like a handsome man with a scholarly temperament!It's over, it's over, even the dirty black-rimmed glasses can't hide his handsomeness, such Miyamoto He has not been robbed by the nympho on campus! ?

"No, you have to finish eating. I'll give you another 10 minutes. If you can't finish eating, you can go through the cemetery alone!" He became serious, straightened his uniform, and walked leisurely towards the gate.

Suddenly, he entered a separate small room in front of the main gate. He closed the door and didn't know what he was doing in it. I guess it was the toilet. Otherwise, how could it be so mysterious?

While chewing vegetables, I stared curiously at the door lock of that small room, held my breath, brought my hearing to the extreme, and my brain began to function.

If there is no sound of water, it means that it is not a toilet, and if there is no sound of silk, it means that it is not a changing room either. The only possibility is that. . .Powder room! !

I was choked by my own thoughts, what kind of independent dressing room is a big boy.

After 10 minutes, I had eaten nothing left of my breakfast, and I almost gnawed on the plate.

He also came out of that mysterious room, his skin was much darker than he entered, and his glossiness was also much lower, and the bridge of his nose seemed to have become lower against the backdrop of his skin color, and he had turned back to normal. That unattractive, even a little ugly Miyamoto He.

I was surprised to see this huge change, and immediately understood that the small room was really his dressing room, but why did he hide his appearance?

In the huge villa, there are no servants, security guards, and his series of strange behaviors are too unbelievable.

He put on his shoes and was about to open the door when I stopped him, "Miyamoto-kun!"

He looked at me strangely.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" I smiled from the bottom of my heart.He was slightly taken aback, then nodded lightly, "You too."

There was silence in the house.

After a few minutes, I broke the awkward atmosphere, "Then... let's go together!"

"Ah."

After hearing this, I hurried to get my schoolbag, wishing I could jump off the second floor and rush to him as fast as I could.

He stretched out his hand, and I held it smoothly. The whole set of movements was completed in one go, as if rehearsed countless times, a warm current spread from the palm of the hand to the atrium of the heart.

I looked at the two hands clasped in surprise. How could there be such an unprecedented sense of tacit understanding?Why didn't I feel this way when I was with Mu Ze?

Could it be me. . .

I quickly got rid of the thoughts in my brain, no, no, it must be because no one has ever made my breakfast so carefully, I am just grateful in my heart.

I keep emphasizing in my heart that this is gratitude, not liking. What I like is Senior Mu Ze, and Senior Mu Ze is the only one. . .