Xiaosan's Youth is Absolutely Correct

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Yukinoshita Yangno's face, avoiding Xiaosan's gaze.

"Maybe it's because of some force majeure..."

Chapter 33. Shame

What happened was unexpected and strange, but when faced with Xiaosan's question, the woman named Yukinoshita Yono showed an embarrassed expression, as if she didn't know how to answer Xiaosan.

Standing in the ward of the three of them, Xiaosan didn't know exactly what happened, but seeing the woman remained silent, it was obviously impossible for Xiaosan to use any coercive means to make the other party answer his question.

Shrugging his shoulders lightly, he turned and left the ward and the hospital.

Anyway, there is the existence of the traffic police to detect what happened. Since the other party is unwilling to speak up in person, the rest of the matter can only go through a fair process.

"County councilor, um..."

Walking on the way home, Xiaosan couldn't help but fell into thinking, he had a little bit of concern about the identity of Yukinoshita Yono's father.

"You still have to make first-hand preparations."

When I returned to my apartment, it was around three o'clock in the afternoon, and there was still some time before the summer dark. After walking around outside and returning to my apartment, my body was also very stuffy, and I didn't have much pain. Sweating, but the body is always a little tired.

First, I went to the bathroom, took a cool bath in it for a while, and then slowly returned to the living room, studying by myself, thinking about what I was going to do next.

The doorbell rang suddenly.

Tired eyelids slowly raised, Xiaosan, who was leaning on the sofa, sat up gradually, and glanced towards the door.

"..."

Get up, then slowly walk towards the door, and then saw Sagiri in a pure white dress, standing downstairs in her apartment, not sure what the other party came here for today.

The two people in the video looked at each other, Xiaosan let Sagiri come up by himself, and Xiaosan walked to the living room slowly, and continued to lie on the sofa in a daze.

The cool living room, with the constant cool wind, basically isolated Xiaosan from the world outside the window, and he relaxed.

Not long after, the crisp sound of the door lock being unlocked softly resounded at the entrance not far away.

A click.

The door was opened, and then it was gently closed, and the soft sound of slippers being kicked on the floor was also heard, and the figure of Sagiri arrived as expected, appearing in Xiaosan's field of vision.

"Why are you here again today?"

Seeing Sagiri appearing in front of him, he took a deep breath of the cool air, which cleared up his brain a bit, but he still didn't have the idea of ​​getting up from the sofa.

Sagiri looked at Xiaosan who was lying on the sofa with such a lazy and lifeless expression, but there was a bit of interest in his eyes, and he walked to Xiaosan's side, and sat down on Xiaosan's stomach with a 'poof' He stretched out his hands, and gently squeezed Xiaosan's face.

Sagiri, who just came in from the outside, was still a little hot, and her hands were warm and soft, pinching her face, which was completely different from the cool temperature in the living room. It felt a little warm, but it was not annoying. the point.

Xiaosan, who didn't want to move, still let Sagiri pinch his face lightly, making all kinds of weird expressions, seeing Sagiri's cute face with her lips pouted and chuckling from time to time, Xiaosan didn't resist anymore .

Sagiri remembered what Xiaosan said just now when she got tired of seeing those strange expressions that she invited to make, and slowly began to answer.

"It's too boring to be alone at home, and I don't know what to do, and my mother won't come back until night, so I came to you."

"Aren't I more boring here?"

Sagiri didn't speak, just looked at Xiaosan, stretched out her hands, and squeezed lightly on the two points in front of Xiaosan.

The lazy expression suddenly changed slightly, Xiaosan's face twitched slightly, and he didn't know whether it was because he was afraid of pain or tickle.

He stretched out his hands that were thrown on both sides, and gently covered the two points in front of his body, stopping Sagiri's prank.

But Sagiri took advantage of Xiaosan's hands to press in front of her body, but her two white and tender hands stuck to Xiaosan's creaking nest, and grabbed it lightly, but Xiaosan's expression did not respond at all.

"........"

Sagiri, who was so scared by Xiaosan's tickle before, looked at the expressionless Xiaosan, with deep regret and unwillingness in her heart, and scratched twice again.

"........"

Seeing Xiaosan who was still expressionless, Sagiri gave up.

"Damn it, why aren't you ticklish?"

"Because if you are ticklish, you will keep tickling me."

"What does that have to do with you not being ticklish?"

Xiaosan cast aside his eyes, then slowly sat up from the sofa, stretched out his hands, hugged Sagiri's soft body, and gently pressed it on the sofa, with a cruel and ruthless expression on the corners of his mouth. smile.

Xiaosan raised his eyebrows slightly, lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, raised his eyebrows, raised his eyebrows, smiled leisurely, lowered his head and smiled slightly, nodded slightly, lowered his eyes and sneered, his thin lips curled up wantonly, and his thin lips were tightly pursed, and he opened his lips coldly , raised his lips.

"You'll understand right away."

Looking at Xiaosan who was pressing herself under her body, Sagiri had a bad feeling, seeing Xiaosan's legs tightly pressing hers, and then stretched out his hands, in those bright eyes , revealing deep horror, could not help begging for mercy.

"I was wrong! Don't!"

"late."

Xiaosan, who put his hands on Sagiri's waist with a light smile, gently scratched his fingers, which attracted Sagiri's struggle and resistance.

Unfortunately it was all in vain.

About 10 minutes later, Sagiri was lying on the sofa, her clothes slightly disheveled, tears of 'happy' were left in the corners of her eyes, and she lay weakly on the sofa, looking at Xiaosan's receding figure.

At night, Sagiri wasn't ready to go home either.