If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

Of course, the above are all the imaginings of Kyosuke when he was bored waiting at the door, and he didn't really feel it.

"I found it." The girl's soft voice should be talking to herself.

A pair of men's slippers that she had just unpacked were placed in front of Jingsuke's feet.

Standing up with her bare knees supported by her slender hands: "Put on these slippers."

"Oh, thank you."

The dark slippers, which were a few sizes larger than the pure white slippers on Xue Nai's feet, were obviously not prepared for herself, but for a certain man.

Who is it?

Yukino used her slender fingers to smooth the blue hair behind her ears, and looked down at Kyosuke's feet: "Is it suitable?"

Kyosuke stretched his toes in the slippers, and it felt just right: "Well, it's quite suitable. But Yukinoshita, who are you preparing these slippers for?"

Being able to ask personal questions without thinking like this shows that Kyosuke still regards Yukino as a relatively close person.

Xue Nai raised her head to look at Kyosuke, her quiet pretty face showed no expression, the tender flesh around her big eyes narrowed slightly, and she paused before speaking, with a soft voice: "I prepared it for you. It's been a while I happened to see it when I was shopping for daily necessities in the supermarket before, and I thought that since I live across the street from you, you might come over for a while for some reason, so I bought it.”

"Oh, oh, that's it." Kyosuke blinked, he really didn't think of this answer.

Has Yukinoshita considered herself as a neighbor into her life?

"Stop standing at the door, come in." After saying that, Yukino's eyes and voice returned to the usual slightly gentle feeling, and she led Kyosuke into the house.

The slippers are very comfortable to step on, and the soles are relatively soft and somewhat elastic.

Kyosuke followed Yukino into the living room, looked around, the soft light from the balcony shone on the simple furniture, and Yukino went to the balcony to open the window for ventilation.

There was a faint fragrance in the air, and he thought that Yukinoshita was still standing beside him in a trance.

The spacious house has no atmosphere of life, because there are very few fragments in it, if it wasn't for knowing that Yukinoshita came to live earlier than him and Kirino, Kyosuke would have moved here not long ago because of this cold girl.

Kyosuke recalled his home and made a comparison.

He felt that if he lived alone, his house would be the same as Yukinoshita, except for the necessities of life, he would hardly see anything else, but he has Kirino.

Needless to say, Tong Nai's big bedroom is full of places where things can be placed, such as figurines, plush toys, and all kinds of consoles.

The living room and other rooms were also filled with pens, snacks, fashion magazines and other things she bought. Even Kyosuke's bedroom was occupied by Kirino for a few cabinets because there were too many things to fit.

Kyosuke feels that he is completely living in Kirino's domain, and everything he sees when he looks down bears Kirino's imprint.

And for Ayase's visit this time, Kirino cleaned up a lot, and piled up all the invisible things in Kyosuke's bedroom.

It is in stark contrast to Yukinoshita's house, which looks deserted.

Of course, even so, the arrangement of things in the living room can easily tell that Yukinoshita is a meticulous person.

Just like the pile of cool-toned underpants on the TV cabinet, one is stacked squarely and the other is neatly folded, which shows the obsessive-compulsive disorder of the owner.

There was a sound of "wow", the air flow in the room seemed to come alive, it was Yukinoshita who opened the window.

Then there was a ray of cold wind blowing from Siberia: "What are you looking at intently, Kosaka-san?"

Kyosuke looked away from the delicate pile of fabrics, and turned to look back at Yukino: "Oh, I just think you fold it so neatly, I've never seen panties folded so neatly like you before."

133 Yukinoshita Yukino is not heartless ([-])

Yukino poked her thin body on the balcony, looking at Kyosuke expressionlessly, her flimsy face was as white and tender as a boiled egg.

Makes one want to take a bite.

The sunlight streaming through the spacious windows casts a hazy glow on the skin, as magnificent as it is reflected on a cold ice field.

The extremely easy-to-hear voice seemed to freeze people to the deepest part: "Should I be proud of being named the person with the most neatly folded underwear by you? Kosaka-san. And have you ever seen others fold their underwear?"

Kyosuke scratched his cheek in embarrassment, he couldn't say that he often saw Kirino folding her own panties, could he?

I remember that many times after washing the clothes, I also helped to fold his clothes together.

Although it is also very tidy, it is obviously not as good as Yukinoshita's appearance that can be taken out as a commodity.

But he felt that Yukinoshita must be more embarrassed than him at this time.

Before going out, I definitely didn't expect that I would come, so I folded the underwear and put it here first, confiscated it, I guess I planned to pack it when I came back, but I forgot about it when I invited myself.

Seeing that Kyosuke didn't answer, Yukino didn't have any interest in asking any more questions, so she walked towards Kyosuke quickly on her little pure white slippers.

The footsteps, which had always been vigorous and vigorous, became a little procrastinated under the drag of the slippers.

A pair of big eyes on Qiao's face stared directly at Kyosuke, making him dare not take his eyes off to look at the stack of delicate blue, green, brown, and blue fabrics that was close at hand.

When he got close to Kyosuke, he bent down quickly, stretched out his thin white arms and hugged all the underpants in his arms, then turned around immediately, and pointed at Kyosuke with the beautiful butterfly bone with some traces protruding under the light jacket.

"Wait for me." The voice could no longer hear the feeling of anger.

Then, shaking the hem of her skirt, she trotted towards her bedroom.

Because of the slippers, he staggered at the door of the bedroom before turning in and closing the door.

There was no sound of locking the door, and after a long pause, a slightly gentle voice came out of the door as usual: "Don't peek at Ang."

"Don't worry." Kyosuke looked at the white bedroom door and responded casually.

He felt that Yukinoshita turned her face like other girls when she was angry, but she didn't get entangled in trivial matters for a long time like other girls.