[Comprehensive] I feel tired and don't love Sakuragi-san

113 Contrast in Writing and Reading as Neural

When he returned to the place where the plum tree was, Makishima was still sitting on the square cloth, leaning against the plum tree behind the square cloth, slightly raised his head to look at the plum blossoms on the branches, and the wind came from nowhere, blowing all the petals to him hair went up.

Well, it's really beautiful, as expected of a beauty.

I almost couldn't hold back my laughter, and quickly pinched my thigh. It didn't hurt very much through a layer of fabric, but I calmed down after distracting my mind. When I looked at Makishima again, he probably heard it. Footsteps, looking towards me.

"Here, it was sent by the gods. It should be enough to have a full meal." I knelt down and put the food box on the square cloth. I heard the sound of porcelain colliding with this movement, and I couldn't help opening the food box strangely. A layer of exquisite dim sum blinded my eyes.

Makishima also raised his eyebrows: "With such meticulous preparation, did you promise the other party something?"

It was a good guess.I scratched my cheek: "It's not a big deal, it's just helping to refine the medicine. The ingredients and so on are all prepared by the gods." Then I picked up this layer of food boxes to see what's in the next layer.

Although this food box is relatively large, it only has two layers, and the upper and lower layers are not the same height.As soon as I took it away, I knew why the lower floor was so much higher than the upper floor—there was actually a row of turquoise sake bottles and a few red and black wine cups.

I picked up a bottle and brought it up to my nose to smell it, almost sneezing from the aroma of the wine.

It’s not that I have never drank alcohol, but this is the first time I drink Japanese sake because I can only drink alcohol at the age of 20.I'm still old now, so I can't drink it.Now this is a gift from Sugawara Michizane, and no one knows, so it doesn't matter if you drink it?

I have drank wine a few times before, but whether it is the glass of resurrection made by Du Ge, or the glass of strong wine that I drank by chance in the world of psycho-passengers, they are all foreign wines. This is the first time for Japanese wine. curious.Just as he was about to pick up the wine cup and pour a glass, Makishima grabbed his wrist and took it away. By the way, he also took the food box containing the wine aside, and said flatly, "Don't even think about drinking it."

I curled my lips: "I was indeed drunk and slept in the same bed with you, but it was you, not someone else. What's more, there is no one else around now, it's just sake, it doesn't matter if you drink a little ?”

As I said that, I looked at Makishima without blinking, trying to soften his attitude, but Makishima completely ignored me, just picked up a wagashi and put it in my mouth, and looked away, as if he didn't intend to give me a chance.

It's just a little sake, I'm a little curious about what it tastes like, it won't be a problem if he's around, right?It's rare that I put on a posture of relying on it, and I don't give face at all.

I ground my teeth, turned my head and picked up a piece of shortbread, looked up at the plum trees around me, put it in front of my mouth and ate it.It's just that after a few seconds of silence, her chin was suddenly pinched, and then a soft kiss fell.

... To use an idiom I know, the recent situation of Makishima is: making progress.

I squinted my eyes and was thinking about whether to give Makishima a punch, when I saw his half-closed eyelids and his long eyelashes trembling slightly, I didn't know what was going on, so my heart softened and I didn't do anything.

"Sweet." When Makishima spoke, he hadn't opened the distance, and his breath was sprayed on his face, hot and itchy. His voice at this time alone was enough to make people fall, if I hadn't listened to it for so many years , You will definitely feel dizzy and lie down obediently.

Hearing him say it was sweet, I came back to my senses, stuffed the unfinished shortbread into his mouth, and ran away.

Wooah, I have to calm down, I can't be tempted so easily!

Obviously, the main purpose of coming to plum appreciation this time is to make it clear to Makishima...

The clear aroma of wine suddenly wafted in the air, I turned around suddenly, and saw Makishima pouring wine into the wine cup, the colorless wine was filled in a layer, which seemed to be more attractive.

Definitely on purpose!I gritted my teeth, took another snack, and rubbed it in my mouth like Makishima. When I heard Makishima's laughter, I immediately glared at it viciously, and said unconvinced: "You are obviously under 20 years old, right? What you can drink I can't drink!"

The corners of Makishima's mouth curled up, showing that familiar invisible smile again: "Because your wine quality is too bad."

"No!" I jumped up, "I can't drink enough at most, and I fell asleep after getting drunk! I didn't go crazy with alcohol, so the quality of the wine is bad!"

Makishima raised his eyebrows, and smiled a little deeper: "Then come, let's try it."

Why do I feel that these words have all kinds of malicious intentions... I feel a little apprehensive, but I feel uncomfortable seeing Makishima's expression.After thinking about it, I still moved to Makishima, snatched the wine cup, poured it for myself without hesitation, and took a sip.

Eh, it's a little sweet.I licked my lips, calmed down and felt it again, and made sure that I didn't feel any discomfort, and I was a bit more courageous: "The taste is not spicy, it's quite delicious."

Makishima sighed, then raised his hand to stroke my hair: "Sorry."

Why are you apologizing?I looked at him strangely, and then I heard him continue to say: "I still don't know why you were angry at the beginning." My head was full of black lines, and I struggled for a while to grab his hand: "You don't need to know, anyway, it was originally I'm just kidding..."

Although what he said is wrong, but I think too much, right?And...he is Makishima Shōgo, if he could understand people's hearts, he wouldn't do so many things in the world of psycho-measurers, right?He has changed a lot in this world, if he continues to change, he won't be Makishima Shōgo, right?It's really... It's obviously the same person, why do we have to separate them?

Thinking about it, I became upset again, looked at Makishima with a calm face, looked down at the wine cup in his hand, took a sip of sake and wrapped his arms around his neck, then kissed him and passed the wine.

Seeing him a little surprised, my mood immediately improved a lot, and I said with a smile: "I like you, so it doesn't matter if you don't understand me, as long as you like me too."

Anyway, it's just a matter of getting angry a few times. Judging from Makishima's personality, it is not easy to like someone. Although I don't know why he likes me, I believe he will not like others.

After hearing my words, Makishima stopped for a while, then smiled helplessly, and took the sake over: "I won't stop you, I will take you back when I'm drunk."

I took the wine bottle that had been poured twice before and shook it, and there was still about one-third of the wine in it, so I shook my head: "I'll just finish drinking this. Let's come to enjoy the plum blossoms, and the following Please enjoy the performance."

As I said that, I used Makishima as a cushion, and drank slowly with the bottle in my arms. Maybe the spring wind was too comfortable, or the performances of geisha really didn’t suit my interest, so I fell asleep after a while.

When I woke up, I was lying on the bed, not in my own room, but in Makishima's.The headache was so bad that when I wanted to sit up from the bed, I felt dizzy and stared at my eyes, so I just lay down again.

The throat also hurts badly, so dry and hoarse that just breathing will bring a tearing pain.

I thought that the strong stamina of sake is really not a joke, I closed my eyes again and wanted to go back to sleep, when I heard the sound of the bedroom door being opened, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Makishima walking over with a glass of water.

"Are you awake?" Makishima sat on the edge of the bed, I nodded, and reached out to him for water, but he grabbed my arm and helped me up. Although I was still quite dizzy, I woke up a little when I got cold... Wait, do you feel cold?

I froze for a moment and looked down at the quilt that fell to my waist and abdomen, and then at my naked upper body.

I must be dreaming.Thinking firmly, I decided to go back to bed and sleep again, but before I pulled the quilt, my wrists were clasped, I looked up and met Makishima's face: "Don't run away, that kind of thing really happened. "

Don't be so calm, please!I have no impression at all!Just when I wanted to complain, I got a headache again, and I was so hangover that I was a little nauseous.The cold solid sticking to my lips made me feel a little better. Thinking that Makishima had said that, I didn’t care about any shy questions. I took the cup and took a sip of water, which suppressed the nausea .

Putting the cup on the bedside table, I pulled the quilt and lay down on the bed again, staring at Makishima closely: "What happened after the plum blossom viewing yesterday?" I just remember falling asleep in Makishima's arms Yes, waking up is like this now.

My thoughts became clearer, and the feeling from my body became clearer. It’s okay to feel sore all over my body, but my lower body was still weak. I knew how bad last night was. I felt shy and embarrassed at once, but I still thought of something quickly. Grab Makishima.

"That, that," I gritted my teeth, dare to act! "If you really did, then you should know last night that I'm not..." "I know." Makishima patted the back of my hand with his free hand, showing a comforting smile, but what's wrong with the curvature of the corner of his mouth? It looked malicious, "You told me last night, and you were lying when you asked about the ring."

I shivered, and quickly forced a smile: "I was too embarrassed to tell the truth at that time, I did that kind of thing on impulse, how could I say it, let alone..." But I don't know what to say next up.

Should I say that I donated myself on a whim when I saw the ring?Is this behavior too frivolous?Before, it was obvious that he didn't like to be awkward, but he suddenly accelerated the progress to such an extent. It's really strange, isn't it?

Thinking of this, I slowly let go of Makishima's hand, and the muscles on my face seemed to stiffen: "At that time, I learned that you were stabbed by the time traveler attached to me, but I still wanted to Take good care of me, and fell down as soon as I got to the hospital... But it's all like this, you still squeeze the ring so tightly, the shape has become crooked. At that time, I thought, there is no reason not to forgive you and not like you .”

As I said that, my eyes felt hot, and tears rolled down after I blinked, but I still tried my best to bend the corners of my mouth: "Look, there is no one who has such troubles in falling in love as us, but I also feel that since you crossed into this world It was destined to be like this."

"Since it is destined, please continue to like me. Even if I do this kind of thing, don't hate me because I already like you. Since you chased me first, take responsibility ah."

After speaking, the eyes were already covered with water mist, so I quickly raised my hand to wipe it off.

Why did I suddenly become sentimental again? Such a weak appearance is not shameful at all. If Loki sees it, I will probably let Nightmare and Anno throw me into the room and lock me up for two or three days. It was just a mace sweeping over.

Seeing Makishima's dumbfounding expression, I got angry again, jumped out of the bed, held his shoulders and threw him to the ground, while I straddled him, grabbed his collar and said : "Don't look at me showing weakness just now, it's only because I like you now, with Rocky, Xiao Hei, Gui Mu, Ghost Lantern, Bai Ze, Yato and others around, I can always..."

"It's impossible for that to happen." Makishima's tone became cold, and I was counter-pressed before I could react, and goose bumps all over my body when my back was pressed against the cold floor.I shrunk back, I was spinning around for a while, and I still hadn't gotten out of the hangover state, and now I had a terrible headache, so I simply pushed Makishima away, and then climbed back to the bed to cover the quilt.

"I'm dizzy, let me continue to sleep." Throwing this sentence away, I burrowed into the quilt and closed my eyes to sleep.Instead, I heard Makishima sigh, then patted me through the quilt, said "have a good rest" and left the room.

After making sure that Makishima had left the room, I slammed my head into the pillow, howling silently.

It must be because of the hangover, I'm not such a crazy person!

The author has something to say: No, no, Sakuragi-san, you have to know that you are such a nervous person, after all, those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black ╮(￣▽￣")╭

The whole process goes smoothly and the light is turned on, Sakuragi-san, you don’t remember what happened when you’re drunk, it’s better not to announce those hands-on actions ←u←

Put some wax on the white hair who suffered another blow with a glass heart 23333333

OK, college life starts in the next chapter, long time no see, Mr. Knight =v=