After the Hong Kong black hat stand appeared

339.

Ok? !

"How can this not be counted!"

I said without losing any momentum, and at the same time puffed out my chest quite confidently.

If you are not wearing clothes, it must be in the state of Ah Gang in the morning, right?

Once before, Ah Gang was almost arrested by the police and taken to the police station on charges of harassment.

I will never forget what happened that day.

When Ah Gang passed by two middle school girls, his clothes suddenly exploded, and then the pieces of clothes exploded in the air accompanied by the girls' horrified screams.

At that time, there was a buzzing sound in my head, and when I came back to my senses, the two girls were already crying and called the police.

Ah———

I waved Erkang's hand and watched Ah Gang run out like a chicken blood.

When I got to school, his seat was still empty.

I don't know what Ah Gang went through later, anyway, when he returned to school, he looked quite haggard.

Maomao sighed.

Mr. Nakaya waved his hand twice, looking quite at a loss.

I vaguely saw that his ears were almost the same color as his hair.Mr. Nakaya opened his mouth for a long time, changed the shape of his mouth several times but failed to say anything.

Um?What, does the fact that I'm only wearing a bathrobe have such a big impact?

But this bathrobe has wrapped me tightly.

In this kind of matter, Mr. Nakaya is really inexplicably innocent.

Is this the legendary cuteness of contrast?

With a flushed face, Mr. Nakaya pointed in the direction of the bedroom, his beautiful blue eyes were astonishingly bright as if soaked in water.

"I, I'll find you some clothes to wear!"

I nodded, and then belatedly remembered something.

"But I don't have underwear."

As soon as I said this, I suddenly realized that I seemed to have said something extraordinary.

It's not good to discuss things like underwear with Mr. Chuya, right? !

Yes, hateful.

I didn't have time to think about it when I said it...

I'm so embarrassed that my toes are on the ground.

Mr. Nakaya didn't look much better than me.

An atmosphere of embarrassment and silence gradually spread between the two of us. The longer the silence lasted, the more I regretted it.

My mouth is an organ separate from me, it has a mind of its own.

Weeping.

Mr. Nakaya coughed lightly, perhaps because he was too embarrassed, his voice became unnatural.

It didn't have the usual clear feeling at all, and was replaced by a slightly hoarse voice.

"I...I'll let someone bring your luggage over here, you should have something to eat first."

Mr. Nakaya said, and pulled out the chair for me.

I just saw what he had just put on the table.

A bowl of shredded pork porridge and a stack of steamed buns.

"Did you do this?" I turned my head to look at Mr. Chuya in great surprise.

Could Mr. Chuya know how to cook?

If so, it would be perfect!

Immediately afterwards, I saw Mr. Chuya's eyes dodge.

The blush that had just surfaced from embarrassment has faded, he reached out and touched his nose and whispered: "...It's a takeaway, and it arrived when you were taking a shower."

I followed his gaze and saw the trash can on the side.

Oh.

Well, I was thinking too much.

The takeaway packaging was still lying in the trash can. Mr. Nakaya probably took the takeaway out of the takeaway box and put it on a serious dinner plate.

This is similar to melting other people's chocolate and then solidifying it.

As soon as I sat down, Mr. Nakaya quickly fled the place after saying "I'll make a phone call".

This, this is running too fast, right?

I scooped the porridge twice with a spoon, and saw Mr. Nakaya leaving in a panic, and thought of this sentence inexplicably.

The sound of closing the door echoed in the room, I shrugged and began to focus on the food in front of me.

Well!delicious!

I really want to know which takeaway Mr. Nakaya ordered.

The temperature of the porridge is very suitable, and the aroma of the meat has penetrated into the soft rice grains.Take a bite, and the salty soup slides down your throat——

Ah, this is probably a delicacy in the world.

The things I ate for dinner have almost been worn out in the episode just now, and people's perception of fatigue or hunger will become dull under the intertwined fear.

Now that things have subsided, and I just took a comfortable hot bath, the hunger in my stomach gradually became more obvious.

I drank half of the porridge, and then stretched my sinful hand to the stack of steamed buns.

what.

This Xiaolongbao is even more magical than this bowl of porridge.

The dough is fluffy and the meat filling is delicious.

Woo woo woo.

When people are hungry, they will feel delicious when they eat anything, not to mention that this midnight snack is really delicious.

I don't know how long it took me to finish this supper. Anyway, I had already washed all the dishes and chopsticks when Mr. Nakaya came in with my suitcase.

Although I'm not very good at cooking, I still have no problem washing dishes.

I drained the bowl on a side rack, then grabbed a towel that was nearby and wiped my hands.

Mr. Nakaya pushed the box to me, and at the same time stuffed a bunch of keys and a card into my hand.

"Here's the key and access card of the guest room, you keep it."

He put those two things into my palm and closed my palms together.

Through a layer of gloves, his hand took mine.

Mr. Nakaya looked at me and said, "Just keep these two things with you all the time, and you can just live here when you come to Zhenmecho in the future. Usually, someone will clean here."

Uh-huh?

hmmmm?

After Mr. Nakaya said this, he walked around me and walked to the bathroom. After a while, the sound of water gradually came out.

I don't know if it's my delusion.

This kind of behavior of handing over the house keys to others always gives me a feeling that I am telling her [you are the hostess here].

including now.

I looked at the small access card and the shiny silver key.

With five fingers together, I squeezed hard.

The edges and corners of the cards and keys pressed against my palm gave me a real feeling.

I glanced down at the suitcase next to me.

Well, since Nakaya-san already gave it to me, I'll take it.

Reaching out to pick up the suitcase, I walked through the corridor and entered the guest room to change clothes.

340.

Someone probably packed my suitcase.

This storage method, which is as neat as obsessive-compulsive disorder, is definitely not something I would use.

I rummaged through it twice, pulled out my pajama underwear from inside, and then changed into clothes in twos and threes.

Sure enough, I feel more secure after wearing pajamas and underwear.

I stretched my arms and legs, and felt much more comfortable than before.

...Well, I still worry about getting naked when I'm only wearing a bathrobe.

I sorted out the things in the box, and then I planned to go outside to find some water to drink.

341.

Life is made up of big and small surprises.

I lay on Chuya-san's body and thought so.

This kind of surprise may be far more "surprised" than "joyed".

What I pressed was Mr. Nakaya's abdominal muscles, and his body temperature and the touch of his skin were clearly transmitted from my fingertips.

This, this is too exciting.

Although I have a bit of an unreasonable opinion of Mr. Chuya, isn't this progress a little too fast?

No, it's too fast! !

I didn't dare to move, my whole body froze on Mr. Chuya's body.

His bathrobe has been scattered on the floor, I can't imagine, if I move my hand down a little bit......

Alas! !

"Sa, Sahi..."

I almost forgot.

The person who is more awkward and autistic than me should be Mr. Chuya.

It would be great if, if not for that pool of water!

Everything that just happened appeared in front of my eyes like a movie reversed.

342.

I walked out of the bedroom and into the dining room.

Things were pretty normal when it got here.

Then I saw Mr. Chuya.

Mr. Nakaya wearing only a bathrobe.

The neckline of the bathrobe was slightly open, and from my angle, I could see his chest and collarbone, as well as a drop of water falling down.

Mr. Nakaya probably just took a shower, and there is still a thin layer of water vapor on his body, and the ends of his hair are still half wet.

He squatted on the ground as if wiping something with a piece of paper, and there was a glass of red wine on the low table beside him.

"Mr. Chuya?"

I squinted my eyes, trying to see exactly what he was looking at.

After hearing me call him, Mr. Chuya raised his head in a hurry, then pointed at my feet and shouted:

"Saxi, be careful—"

Um?careful?Beware of what?

To be honest, I didn't think there was anything wrong at first, but Mr. Nakaya's voice made me tremble all over, and my steps were crooked——

Ah oh.

I know what he's talking about.

My foot slipped, and I lost my center of gravity and threw myself directly towards the ground.

This damn water!

Mr. Nakaya seems to have just sprinkled water and is cleaning it up.

but me!It's so hard to step on this pool of water!

hateful.

A very dramatic scene followed.

Mr. Chuya was shocked, he quickly got up and wanted to catch me——

However, he also stepped on a puddle of water.

That's right, it's such a coincidence, it's such a drama.

What happened next was out of the control of either of us.

I fell on top of him, and at the same time I flicked my hands twice, seeming to tear his bathrobe away.

I say "seems" because I'm not sure if it's really broken.

I dare not look back.

I really dare not!

Now I am lying on Mr. Chuya's chest, and I can feel his two hands wrapping around my sides.

I looked up cautiously.

"Mr. Chuya?"

Maybe it was because he just got out of the shower, so he didn't have time to bring the choker.Because of this, I could clearly see his Adam's apple rolling up and down several times.

"Saki..."

I heard his voice was low and not like his own.

Mr. Nakaya raised a hand and stretched out his hand to pin the hair hanging down on both sides of my cheeks behind my ears.

His fingertips brushed my cheek, making me feel a little itchy.

This sense of touch is really...

I lowered my eyes, suddenly afraid to look at him.

"Y-or I'd better get up first—"

I whispered.

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