Natori and the Passer-by Heroine

"That night, Shiyu-senpai also took the initiative like this?"

"Varied--!"

Her indifferent words directly knocked the chopsticks in Qian Yi's hand to the ground.

"Shiwa-senpai has already told me everything?"

Qian Yi was silent for a while, and could only sigh.

"Since you know everything...why don't you ask me anything."

"Because even if you ask, it doesn't make any sense."

"Your 'meaning' is really special."

"Of course~"

Her smile spread to Qianyi's atrium through the vibration of her chest.

"Because I am the heroine who loves Kiyama Asaichi."

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Chapter 8 Belated Daily Life

Love, feelings, and so on all sound very empty, but many times only people in the game understand that such ethereal things will follow like a shadow, disturbing what you think of as "rationality" all the time.

1DK’s apartment didn’t have any extra space for a dining table. When Qianyi realized this problem, he only had an upward momentum in his heart, because he rarely cooked at home because of this problem, but when Xiaohui After coming to his side, she bought Qian Yi a small folding round table, warm yellow, small and short, Qian Yi remembers clearly, she also said a word at that time——

'Let's go home and eat later. '

But shortly after that, something like that happened.

The white light was turned off and replaced by a newly installed warm yellow wall lamp. It is estimated that Shi Yu specially used this kind of light that is not dazzling and can create an atmosphere for the inspiration of creation.

The two sat opposite each other at this table again, each with a bowl of vegetarian noodles in front of them, there were no other ingredients in it, not even chopped green onion, the TV was off, it was past 11 o'clock in the evening, and the surroundings were quiet, Even the cold wind that had been howling just now had calmed down, and the atmosphere was a little awkwardly silent.

"You still keep the table."

Xiaohui rubbed the table nostalgicly, feeling the rough touch, her expression was a little hazy under the dim light.

"I kept everything."

Qian Yi's answer was somewhat ambiguous.

"Hurry up and eat the noodles, it won't be good if it gets cold."

Xiaohui doesn't mind that there are no other condiments added to the noodles. Qianyi finally understands this girl's routine now, and she won't have any complaints at this time. She always likes the waywardness that belongs to women used in different ways.

"Well, so I'm a little hungry alone," she picked up the chopsticks, "Then I'm not welcome~"

Xiaohui is now only wearing a large, long-sleeved white shirt. After the proactive approach just now, she took the initiative to go back and put on her clothes obediently, and sat here in one of the men's dream attire.

The tip of the hair was dripping with water, and the water droplets slid on the silky white skin to the delicate collarbone, and stopped in the dimple. The front two buttons on the top of the shirt were not buttoned. It looks a bit wide, but the chest is propped up to a significant scale, and it sways between eating movements, and the spring is looming, which makes Qian Yi's eyes keep wandering.

Reminiscent of the zero-distance feeling just now.

Xiaohui has really grown up, from a pretty girl next door to a slim lady.

It's getting better and better.

"Asahi, your cooking skills are much better than before!"

Qian Yi hurriedly withdrew his gaze, and quickly ate two mouthfuls of noodles in a panic.

"Xiaohui, you really don't even know how to deceive people... The noodles are obviously a bit mushy, how can they still taste delicious?"

Let alone vegetarian noodles.

"Nothing like that. I really feel that this vegetarian noodle is much more delicious than the egg fried rice you made before."

Egg Fried Rice…

Do you mean the time at Lun Ye's house?

Or the 'past' that Asahi doesn't know about.

Thinking of this, his eyes were a little gloomy, as long as he thought of this point, there was always a hurdle in his heart, yes, this girl, what I have to do is to free her from that whirlpool.

To make her happy.

"Eat more if you think it tastes good."

Qian Yi was not in the mood.

"It's delicious, but I don't like it very much."

What's the point...

"Xiaohui, how did you become a radio girl when I didn't know it! You just said something I didn't understand, and the content of the message was so vague! I'm worried about you..."

"Because this taste is the 'taste' of Yingli pear, right?"

She didn't care about it, she still ate the noodles in small bites.

For this noodle, his cooking level has improved because of Ying Lili.

Has jealousy reached this point?