Miss Tsushima

When the sky gradually turned from the cold blue of crab shells to an orange flower, Zhongyuan Zhongye's vague consciousness gradually became clear, and he rubbed his eyes sleepily.

The body is trapped in the soft quilt, tightly wrapped by the light fragrance, mixed with the unique heat and humidity of summer, and a white mosquito net hangs low in the field of vision.

Here... where is it?

The dizziness caused by the hangover made his brain slow down, and Nakahara also blinked, staring blankly at the roof.

"Don't go..."

"I...can...protect..."

Intermittent memories flashed by, and he tried hard to recall, only to remember that the last scene in his memory was a thin and slender waist.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! !No way, what is going on! !The brain that was still dizzy just now was stimulated to wake up in an instant, and Zhong Yuanzhong's eyes widened in disbelief. How could he say such a thing? !

And it was in front of Miss Tsushima.

When Tsushima went upstairs with breakfast, he saw Nakahara Chuya buried his head under the pillow, pretending to be an ostrich.

She put the tray on the low wooden table, coughed, and tapped the plate with the fried eggs and sandwiches with her spoon.

Visible to the naked eye, Zhongyuan Zhong also buried himself deeper.

Tsushima Hiiragi: ...

She smiled helplessly, and after putting down the food, she stood up and walked out lightly.

Nakahara Nakaya didn't get out of bed until he heard the sound of the door being gently closed, but when he just sat up straight, the door that was closed just now was pushed open quickly, and Tsushima Hiiragi leaned on Beside the door, she watched him with a smile on her face.

She smiled like a wily fox.

The moment he was locked in by her eyes, Nakahara also had the urge to get back under the covers immediately, but it was too awkward to do so, he insisted on staying in place and maintaining the movement of looking at Tsushima Hiiragi.

"Thank you for bringing me back last night..."

Very good, I spoke normally, and my voice didn't tremble.

Staying in the room of a woman who is not familiar with living alone, Nakahara is also sitting on pins and needles, controlling his eyes from wandering, and sitting upright on the tatami.

"Have you forgotten what happened last night?"

Tsushima Hiiragi leaned against the door with his arms folded and spoke.

His expression is really interesting, this kid looks like the type who is not good at dealing with women.

How would you react to waking up in the room of a strange woman in the morning?It is a good writing material, and Tsushima Hiiragi ignored Nakahara Chuya's nervous expression and raised this question.

"??!!" He was so shocked that he lost his voice.

He swallowed, and asked cautiously, "Last night...?"

He had a drunken madness, then hugged Miss Tsushima's waist, said a lot of nonsense, and refused to let her go, and then...then what happened?

Could there be some development that he didn't remember?Ahh, how can my wine taste be so bad?Could it be... no, no, no, no? ? ! !

Even if he passed out in the next second, Tsushima Hiiragi wouldn't be surprised, his brain capacity was seriously overloaded, his earlobe was red, and the burning gradually spread to the whole face, and there was a tendency to spread to his neck.

"I...I...that..." Zhong Yuanzhong also closed his eyes, stuttering and unable to speak.

"?"

Tsushima Hiiragi opened his eyes wide in surprise, and then laughed out loud, out of breath,

She wiped away the overflowing tears from her smile, walked up to Chuya Nakahara, and looked down at Chuya Nakahara who was sitting upright.

A cold hand touched his forehead.

Her face was close to Zhongya Nakahara's, and her black pupils were covered by thin eyelashes. Zhongya Nakahara subconsciously held his breath, only feeling the cold rosin on her body continuously drill into his nose.

Everywhere her breath touched seemed to be itching.

"What are you thinking about?"

Tsushima Hiiragi gave him a brain crash, loud and clear.

"Child."

"Ugh-"

Tsushima Hiiragi's hands are so strong?Zhongyuan Zhong also covered his blushing forehead pitifully, and let out a wail.

It's hard to understand what's going on in the minds of teenagers these days, Tsushima explained,

"I mean what you said to me last night, you said you would protect me forever."

"is that true?"

"Of course, I will always protect you!" Zhongya Zhongya replied firmly.

Tsushima Hiiragi stared at him silently for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hands, twitched his hair left and right, and smiled.

"Really, you are obviously a child, so you can talk big!"

"Ah wait... what I said is true! Stop it!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also dodged in a panic, preventing the messy hands from messing up his unmanageable hair even more, and couldn't help showing a smile.

Tsushima Hirashi refused to let go, and made a mess of his hair until the doorbell rang downstairs, Tsushima Hirashi calmed down and went downstairs.

Every morning at nine o'clock, the milkman would come to deliver the milk she ordered. The milkman rang the doorbell and then left. The milk was put in the letter box next to the gate. When Tsushima took out the bottle, he found that there was still kraft paper in the letter box. The bags they put in were also brought up together.

She sat back at the wooden table again, with a smile still on her lips, Nakahara Naka was also biting into a sandwich, looked up at her, Tsushima put the milk by his hand, and turned to look for a utility knife to open the leather bag.

"what is this?"

Nakahara Chuya was not as difficult to serve as Dazai Osamu. He raised his head and drank all the milk, wiped the corners of his mouth indiscriminately, and leaned over to ask curiously.

Tsushima Hiiragi focused on unpacking the bag without raising his head, "Should it be a sample book sent by the publishing house?"

"Could it be "The Cliff"?"

Tsushima Hiiragi looked at him in surprise, but he didn't expect him to pay attention to these things. Like Oda Sakunosuke, he was unexpectedly the type who could read books?Perhaps it was because Tsushima Hiiragi's eyes were too strange, Nakahara Naka was also embarrassed.

"Occasionally, I just read a book to pass the time..."

"Will you read my book too?"

"Well... this, occasionally..."

"Then what do you think?"

"It's pretty good..." I can't say it, I've read it many times, I even collected books of various editions, and I'm a fan of her, I can't say it.

Tsushima Hiiragi seemed to just ask casually, then turned to look for a pen again, and Nakahara was also relieved, feeling a little lost in his heart.

Tsushima Hiiragi opened the book cover, unscrewed the cap of the pen, signed his name on the title page, and signed five books in one go.

Nakahara Chuya watched eagerly. After paying attention to Tsushima Hiiragi, he naturally understood some of the publishing house's procedures and regulations. He would send a few sample books to the author first. Generally, the author would collect it himself or give it to a friend.

When I met Ms. Tsushima for the first time, what "sheep" snatched from her was also a sample book from the publishing house, and the sample book was given to the author earlier than the time it went on the market.

Although I can buy it after waiting for a while, but I want to read it now, and I feel like a kitten is scratching my heart. How can I not deliberately ask for a copy?Zhongyuan Zhong also thought hard and didn't know how to speak.

Before he could speak, Tsushima Hiiragi handed the book to his hand.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at her in surprise.

"You can read it?"

Tsushima Hiiragi tilted his head and asked casually, without waiting for Nakahara Chuya to answer, he lowered his head and continued to write and draw.

Zhongyuan Zhong also took the book with great care, stroked the cover lightly, and nodded heavily.