social animal love rule

Mao ZeAsuka finally settled down.

There is no small tail circling around him, no gaze that makes people feel like it is on his back, Jianren Qihai's tense muscles finally relaxed, and he started to wash the dishes seriously again.

This earnestness did not last long.

The oil-stained bento box was covered with a layer of snow-white foam, and the water was flowing. Jianren Nanami lowered his eyes and watched the white foam rushing into the drain with the water flow, and his mood gradually drifted with the water flow. It's far away, just now it was still making noise, but now it's suddenly so quiet.

There is only the sound of running water, which is still a bit unaccustomed.

A pair of chopsticks should be washed soon, right?Why didn't she speak, didn't come over?

She... what is she doing now?

Jianren Qihai thought a lot in his mind, and the movements of his hands gradually slowed down, but he didn't show it on his face. He raised his head and glanced in the direction of Maoze Asuka seemingly unintentionally.

There are two sinks in the bathroom. He is using the larger one. The small sink next to it is much shorter than the big one, but it just fits Mao ZeAsuka's height.

She stood in front of the smaller sink, rolled up her sleeves high, and shook her head while washing the chopsticks, looking cheerful.

What are you happy about?

I can't figure out what the brain circuit of Maoze Asuka is like. It seems that no matter what she does, she is full of energy. It seems that she doesn't know how to write the words "boring" and "tired". The pressure and confusion about her own value don't seem to exist in her body at all.

...Wait, how did she wash the chopsticks?

Jianren Qihai quietly peeped at Asuka Maozawa for a while, then gradually froze, the pool was full of foam, the snow-white bubbles were almost reaching her elbows, and she was still rubbing her chopsticks with all her face, washing a pair of chopsticks, that’s all. How can you rub so many bubbles?

"Senior, are you looking at me?"

Jianren Qihai was staring in a daze at the pool full of foam, when Asuka Maozawa's voice came over, her wrists and hands were covered with foam when she rolled up her sleeves, and she looked at him blankly, " What's wrong with me?"

"No, it's nothing." Jianren Qihai hurriedly withdrew his gaze, and hurriedly put the lunch box under the water to rinse it, "It's finished, hurry up and finish it."

Asuka Maoze nodded, turned on the faucet to the maximum, and quickly washed away the bubbles on his hands.Jianren Nanami was wiping the water in the bento box with a paper towel, and Asuka Maozawa stood obediently behind him, holding up chopsticks and waiting.

After Qihai Jianren finished wiping, he threw the wet paper towel into the trash can, and when he turned his head, he saw Asuka Maoze desperately shaking his hands like a puppy with wet fur, trying to dry himself naturally by shaking off the water droplets. hands.

Qihai Jianren: ...

When I was with Asuka Maoze, I sighed more often, "Didn't you bring a handkerchief? Wipe it with a paper towel."

Maoze Asuka made a small face, "The handkerchief is in my pocket, I didn't bring a tissue."

I don't know how she washed it, the skin that was exposed almost to the elbow was wet, Jianren Nanami looked at the pocket on her skirt, and understood that if she tried to take out the handkerchief from the pocket, the water on her hand would get wet. Wet skirt, but she was wearing a light-colored skirt today.

Jianren Qihai sighed, put the dried bento box by the sink, turned around and took out a small pack of tissues, looked at Asuka Maoze still standing there blankly, and said in a low voice, "Put your hand out."

Asuka Maoze glanced at him blankly, and put the chopsticks in his palm.

The chopsticks that had been washed so desperately by her for several rounds were gleaming, and Jianren Qihai even had the illusion that the pair of chopsticks had become much thinner. He wiped the chopsticks wordlessly and put them on the lunch box, expressionless He reached out his hand towards Asuka Nekozawa.

Asuka Maoze tilted her head, looked at him and then at the hand stretched out in front of her. His hand was big, thin and bony. She looked at Qihai Jianren's cold expression and tried to put her hand on him. in the palm of your hand.

She didn't understand what Jianren Qihai meant, but she just tentatively placed her fingers on the edge of his palm. Judging from Jianren Qihai's reaction, she guessed what he meant.

Nanami Kento's other hand lightly touched Maozawa Asuka's fingertips. She moved her finger subconsciously, but Qihai Jianren immediately grabbed her finger. She immediately stopped moving and looked at Nanami Jianren stiffly. He took her hand and wiped it gently with a tissue.

From fingertips to fingertips, being touched lightly, like an electric shock, brought bursts of numbness, the feeling of being hooked in the palm of the hand, a fine and long itching, she bit her lip to hold back, still couldn't help it The corner of the mouth was raised, and he wanted to shrink back, but his fingers were held tightly by Jianren Qihai, and there was no way to hide.

Jianren Qihai moved quickly. When he let go of her wrist, he helped her arrange the rolled up sleeves. He turned around and threw the wet tissue into the trash can. Asuka Maoze waited for him to turn around, He quickly put his hands in his pockets.

On the wrist, it seemed that there was still the temperature of his skin, and the place where it was tightly clasped began to feel hot. Her fingers kept rubbing it, and it took a long time for her heartbeat to gradually calm down.

She should be thankful that Jianren Qihai didn't look back after throwing away the tissue. If she met Jianren Qihai now, she would definitely not be able to maintain a calm expression.As if he could hear her voice, Jianren Qihai paused on the spot after throwing away the tissue, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out.

Asuka Maoze picked up the bento box and chopsticks on the washstand, patted her face, looked at the back of Jianren Nanami walking in front, and ran to his shoulder at a faster pace, the heat on her face was gone Stepping back, he looked up at Jianren Qihai, "Senior, the tarpaulin I used for wrapping the bento box..."

Jianren Qihai turned his head slightly, "With me, I'll give it later..." He suddenly paused.

That pink tarp, he was afraid that his colleagues would see it, seemed to be folded up and put in the bag?Putting it together with the two sandwiches he bought in the morning, he looked down at Asuka Maozawa, who was looking at him intently with a smile on her face. If she saw those two sandwiches, it would be hard to explain.

In the morning, Mao ZeAsuka clearly confirmed to him whether he had prepared lunch by himself.But he acquiesced to Mao ZeAsuka's judgment, in order to accept her lunch.

"...I will find a chance for you later."

In any case, don't let her see the two sandwiches.

Mao ZeAsuka looked at him suspiciously, blinked, and turned his head away, as if he had no intention of continuing to question, Qi Hai Jianren heaved a sigh of relief.

"When is it after that? I'll still use that cloth bag for tomorrow's bento."

Before Jianren Qihai could relax for two seconds, Asuka Maoze's voice came over lightly.

Jianren Qihai froze for two seconds, stopped and looked at Asuka Maoze, she also stopped immediately, her purple-blue eyes looked straight at him, then lowered her eyes again, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth , Jianren Nanami looked at her trembling golden eyelashes, suddenly forgot what to say.

A few seconds later, he heard himself speak in a low voice, with indescribable hesitation, "Tomorrow...?"

"Yes, tomorrow..." Asuka Mao Ze's face blushed twice, and he agreed softly. He didn't speak for a long time, and seemed to have calmed down, then raised his head again, and glanced at Jianren Qihai with a smile , "Tomorrow... don't you want it?"

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"Miss Asuka, you seem to be in a good mood today."

When Asuka Nekozawa got on the elevator, he happened to meet Toru Amuro who was carrying vegetables.

"Hey? Can you see it?" Asuka Maozawa tried his best to control the smile on his face, covering his cheeks, "Mr. Amuro really deserves to be a detective."

... It's not just visible, it's written on his face.

This is beyond the scope of detectives. If it is reasoning, it would be too insulting to his profession. As long as you have eyes, you can see it, right?

The smile on Toru Amuro's face was still like a spring breeze, "Haha, yes, this is the basic skill of a detective."

Maoze Asuka hugged the bag in her arms, her face was flushed, she cast her gaze into the void, and couldn't help smiling.

In the end, Jianren Qihai still didn't return the pink tarp to her.

But he said, "Tomorrow... let's change it."

He didn't seem ready to give her the tarp back just yet.

"Ahem." Toru Amuro suddenly coughed twice, and Asuka Maozawa immediately suppressed the smile on his face.

"Miss Asuka... the one who lives in your house now..." Toru Amuro didn't seem to want to tell her this, he leaned on the elevator, and said seemingly casually, "I met him a few times today."

"Did you give him the key to your house?" Toru Amuro looked at Asuka Maozawa.

No, but for Osamu Dazai, whether he has the key or not is the same. Looking at Toru Amuro with a thoughtful face, Asuka Nekozawa nodded.

"Is that so..." Toru Amuro lowered his eyes and was silent for a moment, "No matter what, you must first ensure your own safety."

What he said was cryptic, but Asuka Maozawa understood what he meant.

When Asuka Mozawa returned home and opened the door with the key, Osamu Dazai was still lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, Asuka Mozawa was furious.

It was Osamu Dazai who always showed a lazy and frivolous look, which caused Toru Amuro to misunderstand that she was raising a handsome face at home.

Does she look like this?

Asuka Maozawa strode to the sofa, coughed twice, Osamu Dazai raised his head, and looked at her innocently, "Is today going well, Xiaoxiang?"

Asuka Maoze didn't bother to answer him.

She stared blankly at his phone screen.

She didn't see it on purpose, but the chat interface was placed there, it was too conspicuous.

Mao ZeAsuka's voice trembled, "Ji... Zhizi?"

"You pretend to be JK, and this girl called..." Asuka Mozawa glanced at his chat bar, "..."Magic Girl Wu-chan" subnet chat with a girl?"

Looking at the fluttering facial expressions and the nasty dialogue all over the screen, Mao ZeAsuka's expression became indescribable.