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Asahina Futo's eyes changed: "Really...can't it?"

Mixed with tension, shock, and various inexplicable emotions, as expected of a person from an idol background, his eyes are full of drama.

After realizing that the child was still alive, Songxue immediately stopped joking, feeling that this adult-oriented topic was a bit inappropriate.

She coughed lightly and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't take it seriously. This is a movie. If a person meets a vampire in real life, it's the funeral parlor. How can there be so many things?"

"……Right."

"What were you thinking just now?" Songxue asked cautiously.

"Nothing." He replied decisively.

Futo Asahina turned her head, and her eyes returned to the TV screen.

He is really good-looking, with a light yellow halo covering his face, as if a soft light filter has been applied, and slightly messy hair hanging on his forehead, making his drooping eyes look a little melancholy.

"Really do not have……"

Sensing that Songxue was observing him undisguisedly—this kind of observation was too direct, frank, without any ambiguous meaning—Fengdou was obviously a little nervous, cleared his throat uncomfortably, and twisted his body sitting on the bed For a moment, it seemed that he was trying to move a little farther away.

He hastily added: "I just care about my sister."

Songxue's expression softened, and instead she raised her hand to stroke his hair: "I know. If you didn't like me, you wouldn't come to watch a movie with me."

"Wait, this 'like'..." Fengdou tried to save her, met her gaze, and turned away silently.

Step by step, step by step...

Songxue was still looking at him, and couldn't help blinking: "So, may I ask?"

"What?" Feng Dou absent-mindedly replied while watching the movie.

"When I saw you yesterday, I thought you didn't want me to come to your house..."

Before she finished speaking, Fengdou raised her eyebrows imposingly, and interrupted her in a cold voice: "What is sister talking about, it should be 'our family'."

"I'm sorry, I'm still not used to it." Songxue apologized, and changed his words in a polite manner, "After all, there are so many people in the family, Fengdou will find it very annoying, right?"

"It's so straightforward...as expected of my sister." He sighed.

The room suddenly fell silent, only the soundtrack of the movie deliberately created a scary atmosphere, the heroine raised the candle in a panic, and the sound of rapid breathing overwhelmed the voices of the two outside the TV.

Fengdou watched the movie intently for a while, and then said slowly: "However, if you are worried about this—"

His voice rose slightly, as if he had deliberately closed his mouth, and the corners of his lips were raised accordingly, and then fell down flatly.

"I'm a very principled person, and I only look at faces, so it's easy to please me, right?"

"..."

Ah, that is indeed very principled.

Songxue hesitated for a moment: "Thank you?"

Futo Asahina tilted her head, her smile deepened, and she suddenly leaned closer, a face quickly enlarged in front of Songxue's eyes.

"The reaction is so flat, are you confident in yourself?"

She leaned back naturally, and then he pushed her gently onto the bed.The boy's palm was slightly hot, and he carefully brushed her shoulder, and then gently covered it.

His expression is very correct, his face is tense.Fiery breath flowed in the air between them, dispelling the chill of the night, and the pounding heartbeat filled the eardrums.

"I can't answer 'reward' and 'praise', can I?" Songxue said in a low voice.

She wanted to laugh a little, but held back.After all, she felt that this time should be more solemn. According to the usual development of the novel, there should be a wall dong and a strong kiss here.

But the other party seemed to be no longer solemn.

"...No." He slumped up, left the bed, then quickly turned to the window, opened the curtains and waved it as a fan with his hands, trying to dissipate the heat from his body.

Songxue sat up, not knowing what it meant: "Why not?"

"The look in your eyes." Futo Asahina turned her head and gave her a slightly accusing look, with a somewhat powerless look, "It reminds me of Brother Guang, how can you do this... You are really brothers and sisters, right?"

"..."

Songxue stroked her hair blankly, then touched her cheek.

Is there such a resemblance?

Her hair is a brownish red, while Asahina Hikaru is a lighter orange-red. There is no similarity in the outline of the facial features including the eyes, only the color of the eyes is more similar, and the quality of the hair is similar.

But if DNA can be identified by this alone... it's too much fun!

Futo Asahina finished complaining, and her depression was beyond words.

He is a person who knows how to pack himself, he can control his expression well at any time, even if there is a sign of collapse, he can quickly rescue him, and he is good at taking advantage of the opportunity, his vivid and resentful eyes make Songxue feel a little sympathetic .

She didn't know whether to comfort him or not.

"Well, don't be so angry, right?"

"Angry? It's not..." Fengdou retorted, "I just—"

His voice was a little stiff, and he turned his head away not to look directly at her. He put his hands on the window sill, blowing against the evening wind. Looking from behind, his ears were still red.

The young man "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" for a while, his voice became more and more vague.

Songxue seemed to understand, but she wasn't quite sure.

She moved a little closer to the edge of the bed, and was about to stand up, when she suddenly heard Fengdou hurriedly say: "Don't come here yet!"

"Do you want a hair dryer?" Songxue confirmed to him.

"Um……"

"But this is my room."

Futo Asahina reached out and groped in his trouser pocket for a while, then threw the house key to her without looking back.

Songxue took the key, turned around silently, walked out of the room and closed the door behind her.

"Unbelievable." She sighed against the empty wall.

With a click, Azusa Asahina opened the door and came out of the room. When she looked up and saw her standing in the middle of the corridor, she stopped.

"Little Light?"

His eyes turned around between her and the closed door suspiciously, and adjusted his glasses.

"Are you locked out of the room?"

Songxue shook her head quickly, then pointed to the door.

"Problem boy..." She began vaguely, and then got a clear look.

Asahinazu asked: "Will you sit with me?"

He went to the kitchen to fill a pot of tea, and when he came back, Matsuyuki was sitting at the desk in an orderly manner, looking at a row of Edogawa Ranpo's works on the bookcase.

She had just opened a cover with her fingertips, and when she heard footsteps, she subconsciously let go.

"If you want to see it, please don't hesitate." Asahinazu said hurriedly.

He closed the door with one hand, put the teapot on the table, and then sorted out the cups, "I was a little thirsty just now, and I wanted to moisten my throat—do you want some lemon and ice cubes?"

"Thank you."

Asahinazu pulled out a chair and sat down opposite her.

Songxue held the teacup and took a small sip, her eyes fell on other parts of the room.

Although she looked much calmer than Futo Asahina, her cheeks were still warm and slightly flushed, but it was not obvious under the night light.

From Asahinazu's point of view, he could only see a pair of eyes blurred by mist, full of watery light, which made him caress the teacup unconsciously and tilt his head to think about something.

His room is very tidy, but there is not much stuff.The bookshelves and desks are almost full, but they are organized and not chaotic.

The books are sorted alphabetically, and the fragmented stationery is stored in a square box on the table. Under the box, there is a line book bound by myself to prevent it from being blown away by the wind.

Songxue took advantage of him to observe briefly before he came back, but at this time she didn't look too much, she turned her eyes back and stared at the toe of her shoes, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Fengdou is more self-willed, causing you trouble." Asahinazi observed his words and said apologetically, "He didn't...do anything to you, did he?"

He asked very tactfully, Songxue thought at first that he didn't understand.

But the other party was a 26-year-old adult man after all, and he was in no way comparable to the 16-year-old high school student just now.

She raised her eyes and met Kami Asahinazu's gentle, caring gaze.

"He seems to be...um, can't do much..."

Songxue carefully picked up the teacup and took another sip.

The ice cubes were thrown into the hot tea, and it melted quickly, and the hot mist no longer floated on the surface of the liquid, but it was not very cold yet.She touched the outside of the teacup and observed the changes in her brother's expression.

Asahinazu narrowed her eyes slightly.

His biggest feature is his calmness and composure. Compared with his brothers, even if he doesn't deliberately use his points, he can recognize who is who from his appearance at a glance.

He took a sip of his lemon tea and put the cup down.

"You shouldn't be so relieved." Azusa's voice was still very gentle, and her eyebrows were slightly frowned, expressing her disapproval. "In Xiao Mi's words, even if they are brothers, they are—"

animals.

He swallowed the word back anyway.

"However, there is no blood relationship between us, and Feng Dou-kun is a very popular idol, and the girls around him all like him..." Songxue hesitated, "Such a handsome boy, if he has some special feelings, Is it normal too?"

Azusa Asahi was also caught off guard by her directness, and was slightly stunned.

"I'm just giving you an example." Song Xue was afraid that he might misunderstand, so she hurriedly explained, "The brothers in the family are very friendly, and I am very grateful for that...so, I also want to treat my brother better."

The young man let out a sigh of relief.

"That can't be too lenient to him." He pushed his glasses in a concealed manner, turned his face away, and continued after a while, "Actually, it's not just him, other people also—"

"What?"

"You should also pay attention to the distance." Azusa Asahina turned her gaze back, against the light, his expression was hidden, and no emotion could be seen in his pair of purple eyes.

As if he had made up his mind, he suddenly got up and walked towards Songxue, put his hands over her shoulders and put them on the back of the chair behind him, then slowly bent down and approached her face.

Songxue raised her face and looked at him steadfastly, without avoiding it.

It's really too peaceful...

Asahinazu sighed in her heart, with the other hand she gently brushed aside the broken hair around her ear, then held the back of her head, and leaned over to kiss her.

--"like this."

After briefly touching and then separating, Asahinazu's expression didn't seem to change much, almost the same as Songxue's composure.

"As you said, with such a beautiful girl by my side, even I..." He took a deep breath and said slowly, "It's hard to hold back."

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