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◎Do you want to peel? ◎

The sound of water could be heard clearly in the bathroom.

On the frosted door, you can see the young man's beautiful body shape, stretched beautifully, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, like the golden ratio plaster statue she copied in art class.

Mari Nishijima quickly got up from the sofa.After sitting up, she used her hands to carefully smooth out the marks that had been pressed out by herself.

Staring at the quilt and pillow smoothed by himself, Mari Nishijima murmured in his heart: I can't see it like this, right?

should……

The sound of water stopped suddenly.

Mari Nishijima stood up quickly, hugged the hair dryer nervously, and walked mechanically to the counter to put the hair dryer on.She heard the sound of the frosted door opening behind her, followed by Echizen Ryuya's brisk footsteps.

Stepping barefoot on the tiled floor, the young man walked lazily and youthfully, and the residual fragrance of the shower gel also mixed into the air.

Mari Nishijima tensed the muscles on his shoulders and back, without turning his head: "Don't step on the carpet when your feet are wet."

"Understand~"

Appeared!

The ultra-frivolous extended version of the ending——

Mari Nishijima planned to go straight back to her room.

Anyway, there are computers and game consoles in the room.With the current atmosphere, she didn't want to continue staying in the living room with Echizen Ryuya.

"Truth sauce, your cell phone - there are text messages."

Echizen Ryuya's brisk voice came from behind.

In a trance, Nishijima finally remembered that the reason she would lie down on the sofa in the first place was to play with her mobile phone better.

...In the end, I forgot to pick up my mobile phone when I went to put the hair dryer on.

West Island Truth!Is your brain eaten by zombies? !

She was annoyed in her heart, and there was a bit of frustration on her face that couldn't be concealed.But she still walked back reluctantly, picked up the phone she left next to the pillow: "Thank you..."

If he went back to pick up his phone, he would have to face Echizen Ryuya face to face.

Echizen Ryuya, who had just taken a shower, felt unbelievably refreshed.Just sitting there, clearly wearing white short sleeves and trousers, can make people feel that the hormones are rushing out.

The water vapor made his whole body infected with viscous desire.

After Nishijima Mari picked up the phone, she suddenly changed her mind and sat down with her back against the sofa.

On the coffee table in front of the sofa was a plate of washed but uncut oranges.

Mari Nishijima: "...Did you wash the oranges?"

Echizen Ryuya: "Well, I saw it when I was buying toothpaste, so I bought some by the way. Do you want it?"

He reached out and took two oranges, one in his hand, and the other to Nishidao Zhenli.

Mari Nishijima took the orange: "I remember the fruit knife is..."

Her eyes were wide open, and the unfinished words choked in her throat.

Echizen Ryuya had no intention of peeling the orange at all, picked up the orange and took a bite; the orange peel and flesh were neatly bitten open.

The orange flesh is sweet and the orange peel is sour and irritating.The water vapor that the two meet mistly sprays in the air.

Echizen Ryuya didn't seem to know how strange his way of eating oranges was.He turned on the TV, and randomly tuned to a channel he still liked—while watching TV, he lowered his head and took another bite of the orange as if nothing had happened.

The edges of the orange peel and flesh are neatly left with tooth marks.

The voice of the host on the TV and the cicadas outside the window were noisy at the same time, and the sunlight, like sweet wine poured through the glass, gently soaked the coffee table and Echizen Longya.

Mari Nishijima: "...don't you peel the skin?"

Echizen Ryuya was puzzled: "Do you want to peel the oranges?"

The two looked at each other with sincere doubts on their faces - Mari Nishijima felt that the oranges really needed to be peeled, and Echizen Ryuya also felt that the oranges really didn't need to be peeled.

After Echizen Ryuya asked back, the air fell into a brief silence.

Mari Nishijima looked down at the orange in his hand: "Wouldn't it taste strange if you don't peel it? That is, the smell of orange peel will mix with the smell of orange."

Echizen Ryuya: "But it's really delicious to eat like this."

He turned his head and took another bite of the orange.

Mari Nishijima hesitated, looked at the half-eaten orange in Echizen Ryuya's hand, and then looked down at the whole orange in his own hand.

She picked up the orange tentatively, opened her mouth and took a bite of the skin.

The moment the orange peel burst, it was strongly irritating, sour, sweet and greasy-the opposite taste rushed to the taste buds at the same time, and the orange juice dripped from the bitten crack, wet Nishijima Mari's chin.

She narrowed her eyes and gasped.

Echizen Ryuya has been watching her: watching her curiously and suspiciously put her lips close to the orange, watching her unsurely glance at herself with her eyes before biting off the orange.

He almost laughed—and couldn't help feeling sorry for her.

Poor and cute.

He took out a tissue and handed it to Nishijima Shinri.

Mari Nishijima quickly took the tissue and wiped her chin and cheeks.When the orange peel was bitten just now, some juice splashed into the eyes.

She didn't dare to wipe the area around her eyes with a tissue, and finally rubbed it with her hands.The corners of the rubbed eyes were red, and the thick black eyelashes drooped wetly. Her eyes seemed to contain a sparkling sea.

Now that sea is watching Echizen Ryuya.

Echizen Ryuya unconsciously licked his lips.

Mari Nishijima sniffed, and with a bit of a crying voice, she came to a serious conclusion: "So you still have to peel the oranges, otherwise you will be like me."

Echizen Longya took her hand holding the orange, and slowly took out a tissue to wipe her fingers stained with orange juice.

He replied Nishijima Shinri without raising his head: "It's a tooth problem, right? People with better teeth won't be like this. You see, I eat very well."

Mari Nishijima: "...I have no problem with my teeth! I go to check my teeth every month!"

The orange she held in her palm was taken away by Echizen Ryuya.

There was a small tooth mark left on the side of the orange, and sweet juice slowly oozes from the damaged part.

Mari Nishijima felt that his palms and fingers were sticky. Even after being wiped with a paper towel, the sugar still stuck to his skin, and the summer heat produced a cloying sweetness.

Echizen Ryuya's palm was pressed against the back of her hand, and he looked up at Mari Nishijima, the soft light passing over his upturned eyelashes.

He suddenly raised Nishijima Mari's hand: "Because Zhen Zhen's teeth are too weak, that's why I can't bite."

"Look, my teeth are much sharper than Truth Sauce."

He lowered his head and opened his soft lips—the young man's lips were hot, and they pressed against the pulp of Nishijima Mari's index finger.The sugar sticking to the fingertips seemed to be heated and dripped down the skin.

Mari Nishijima's eyelashes trembled, and she instinctively wanted to withdraw her hand.

But the irresistible force on her wrist held her and continued to touch her.

The fingertips with the densest tactile nerves touched the sharp tips of the young man's teeth, touched the grinding surface of the molars, and the soft and hot tongue licked her fingertips, like a bee sucking away nectar.

The molars clenched lightly, and Mari Nishijima felt a slight pain in her index finger.

The place where her wrist was held was hot and hot. She was like a bird whose neck was bitten by a cat. She ran away screaming in her heart, but her body was fixed in place motionless.

Echizen Longya let go of her hand, licked her lips, and curled her eyes: "Am I right?"

Mari Nishijima's hand was still hanging between the two of them.She didn't hear what Echizen Ryuya said clearly at all, she looked down at her hand in a daze - a shallow tooth mark was left on her index finger.

Mari Nishijima's mobile phone that was casually placed on the carpet rang a text message alert, stubbornly showing her sense of existence.

She reacted, and hastily pulled out a facial tissue to wipe her hands again.

"...Long Yajun, if you have something to say, just talk about it. Don't bite my hand suddenly." Nishijima frowned and whispered, "This is really like seduction, I will misunderstand."

Echizen Ryuya didn't say anything.Mari Nishijima glanced at him quietly: the handsome young man frowned, with a troubled expression on his face.

He suddenly raised his head, and met the eyes of Nishidao Zhenli who hadn't had time to look back.

Mari Nishijima gave a dry cough, lowered his head in a disguised manner and wiped his fingers with a facial tissue.

"Am I being so obvious?"

Echizen Ryuya looked at her suspiciously.

Nishijima Shinji was taken aback, and didn't even react, subconsciously asked: "What do you mean?"

The amber cat eyes of the young man stared at her with a serious expression: "Seduce you, am I still not obvious?"

-Complete-