My Girlfriend is a Miss

"Are you leaving too?"

Fujiwara Chika sighed and waved her hand.

"Remember to bring me a lunch box the day after tomorrow"

"Don't worry.

Kitahara Chiba responded and turned to leave.

I haven't been back for a few days, and it rained before. The house should be a little moldy now.

"See you then."

Facing Kitahara Chiba's back, Fujiwara Chika waved vigorously, having completely forgotten those unpleasant memories.

In the youth of this girl, those unpleasant memories can never stay for too long.

Saying goodbye to Fujiwara Chika, Kitahara Chiba came to the nearest subway station.

The sunlight at noon today was neither too bright nor too small, and it felt very comfortable on the body.

While waiting for the vehicle, Kitahara Chiba reported safety to his family. When the tram arrived at the station, he went back to get his schoolbag and returned home.

Passing through the deserted alleys, the time froze at eleven forty-three.

Kitahara Chiba, the future top high school student, officially arrived at his temporary residence.

However, there was one thing that made him feel particularly terrified, that is, the door of his house was actually open.

What's the matter, is there a thief?

It's not strange to have thieves in such a place, but It would be too strange to come to his house to steal.

Apart from the few books he treasured, the only thing left in this house was the mold nourished by the plum rain.

Even the TV had an antenna, and it took a long time to fiddle with it before it could receive a signal.

Picking up a small stone from the ground, Kitahara Chiba slowly walked over.

With his archery skills, his accuracy was terrifying.

Whenever he encountered a suspicious person, he would aim the small stone at the person's head. With his strength, he should not be able to hurt the other person and thus be charged with excessive self-defense.

There were crackling sounds and the sound of rummaging through drawers in the house.

It was indeed a thief, and Kitahara Chiba clenched the stone in his hand.

After he flashed into the room, he was ready to throw the stone in his hand, but after seeing the person standing in his room clearly, he couldn't help but pause.

""Sister Sachiko, why are you here?" The person standing in his room was not a thief, but Harano Sachiko.

Harano Sachiko was wearing a dress that barely reached her thighs, showing off her voluptuous figure. She was wrapped in an apron and had a headscarf on her head, which made her look more homely.

She stood on a stool, tiptoed slightly, and her graceful arch was very beautiful, perfect.

Harano Sachiko was holding a rag in her hand, and there was a basin of dirty water on the ground, looking like she was cleaning.

"Kitahara-kun, you're back!"

Seeing Kitahara Chiba, Harano Sachiko's eyes lit up, she threw the rag aside, jumped off the table and rushed over

"Yeah, I..."

Before Kitahara Chiba could finish his words, he was hugged by Harano Sachiko.

He felt his head being pressed down, followed by a suffocating feeling and a strange soft touch, and a faint milky fragrance lingered in his nose....Could it be the legendary facial cleanser?

Kitahara Chiba forgot to resist for a moment until Harano Sachiko had finished venting her emotions and let go.

As if she realized her own misconduct, Harano Sachiko's face showed a hint of blush, which was particularly charming and quite mature.

"Sorry, Kitahara-kun, I haven't seen you for a long time, so I'm a little excited...."

"It doesn't matter."

Kitahara Chiba shook his head. He was still a little dizzy after using the facial cleanser, but it was a good feeling, not the kind of dizziness caused by illness.

"I was wearing an apron just now, and I stained your clothes."

Yuan Ye Yuzi's face flashed with apology, and she stretched out her slender jade fingers to gently touch Kitahara Chiba's clothes, and her face was stained with an unknown blush.

Kitahara Chiba shuddered and shook subconsciously, which also brought Yuan Ye Yuzi back to his senses.

"Feel sorry..."

"It's okay. It's okay."

Waving his hand again, Kitahara Chiba took a deep breath and put down the things in his hand.

He is still too young, and he is still not good enough in front of such a mature woman.

"Sister Sachiko, why are you in my house?"

Hearing this question, a trace of resentment flashed across Harano Sachiko's face. She rolled her eyes at Kitahara Chiba and said,

"It's all because of you. You didn't come back for several days. I thought you moved out without even saying hello. Then I took the key and came in. I found it was a mess and moldy. I just cleaned it up to prevent you from coming back in the future."

After saying that, Harano Sachiko gently poked Kitahara Chiba.

Kitahara Chiba also smiled embarrassedly. He really didn't say it, and he had told Harano Sachiko where his house key was before.

Putting the small stone in his pocket, Kitahara Chiba explained

"I have been ill these days, very seriously, and basically unable to move, so I have been staying at a classmate's house near the school, and that's why I haven't come back."

"Sick?"

A trace of worry flashed across Harano Sachiko's face, and she reached out and touched Kitahara Chiba's forehead.

She felt that there was nothing wrong with the temperature, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm talking to you. You didn't tell me you were sick. I can pick you up."

"Isn't this because of the fever? I can't remember anything and was in a coma the whole time."

Kitahara Chiba shook his head. This time when he returns home, he must put exercise on the agenda.

"Are you unconscious when you are sick?"

I don't know what she thought of, but when she heard this, her face suddenly turned red.

"That's right"

"Then remember to let me know next time you get sick, and I'll take care of you!"

Yuan Ye Yuzi suddenly held Kitahara Chiba's hand, her eyes flickering, as if she was expecting something.

"Sister Sachiko, I don't want to be sick again..."

Kitahara Chiba had a strange expression. Looking at Harano Sachiko's expression, he couldn't help but understand something.

"Sorry, sorry, I said the wrong thing."

Yuharano Sachiko knocked her head. It was a cute girlish move, but it didn't seem artificial when she did it. Instead, it had a special charm. To be precise, it was a contrast. Should we say that good-looking people are always right in doing anything?