I can't possibly marry Kinomoto [comprehensive]

The light and shadow intertwine in the tree-lined path, and the golden sunset shines through the layers of leaves, reflecting mottled light on the ground.

Asada Oriyi followed a young man with long legs, beating his chest and reflecting on his successive embarrassing behaviors.

Why, why, why, why does Kinomoto Toya always see her lose her composure?

What is the name of the stomach in front of outsiders, has it never happened in this life?

The more she thought about it, the more grief and indignation became. She squinted at the profile of someone who was staring intently at the front, but she staggered and stepped on a stone, suddenly losing her balance.

Seeing that she was about to fall, a big hand immediately grabbed her, and with a little force, she pulled back from her backward position.

"...Ahem, thank you." Asada Oriyi had nothing to say to himself who was once again ashamed.

However, his reaction speed is so fast?

She secretly raised her eyes to look at him.

Kinomoto Momoya was also helpless, let go of his hand and asked suspiciously: "Are you really the manager of the tennis club?" As weak as you can walk and fall, can you do it?

Ori Asada couldn't tell that he was questioning her ability, puffed up and said, "Even if my motor nerves are not good, I still have brains."

Kinomoto Momoya stared at her expressionlessly, as if to say: Are you sure?

Asada Oriyi was silent again.

"Well, in fact, I am a related household, and I was forced to become a manager." She looked at the sky speechlessly.

Kinomoto Momoya smiled knowingly, and recalled that she concealed her age to work secretly before, and couldn't help sighing: "Asada, you have a lot of connections."

Asada Oriyi was stunned for half a second, understood what he meant, and scratched his cheek embarrassedly: "It's just so-so."

While talking, the two had already walked to the parking lot. Momoya Kinomoto took out the key from the satchel, bent down to unlock the lock on the front wheel of the bicycle, put the lock into the basket on the front of the bike, stepped on the saddle, and stood on one foot. He stood up and said to her, "Come on."

Asada Oriyi looked at the bare back seat silently, thinking that he hid in a department store once before, but today he still couldn't escape the fate of being sent home by bike.

It doesn't even have a seat cushion and the back seat looks really horrible...

The (pseudo) young lady who had been pampered and pampered for 15 years sighed in her heart, and was ashamed to complain in front of the boy who kindly sent her home, and obediently walked over.

"Wait." Momoya Kinomoto suddenly said, stopping her movements.

"?"

Oriyi Asada watched him drag down his coat, folded it and put it on the aluminum alloy back seat, then nodded at her: "It's better to sit this way."

A gust of warm evening wind blew by, lifting the broken hair on his forehead.Looking at the boy's healthy wheat-colored profile under the orange sunset, her heart speeded up suddenly.

He...knows that she thinks that seat is awkward?

He seems to have a vicious tongue and is not easy to approach, but after a little contact, it is not difficult to find that Kinomoto is really... very careful and gentle.

No wonder he is so popular in school, and no wonder that pretty girl named Rongzi likes him so much.

Her fingers were slightly bent, she lost her mind for a moment, said thank you shyly, put her hands on her knees after sitting up, and clenched them unconsciously.

He took care of him again.

Kinomoto Momoya put his hands on the handlebars, with his back to her, Asada Oriyi sat sideways in the back seat, raised his head just enough to see the back of his head with short hair.

His dark brown hair was blown mischievously by the wind, and he could vaguely see the whirling of the top of his head, and could smell a faint fragrance of mint.

Did you take a shower in the locker room after playing football?

Anyway, the young man was staring at the road ahead intently, Asada Oriyi lost all scruples, let go of his reserve and just stared at him intently.

After taking off his coat, Kinomoto was only wearing a pure white T-shirt, which was blown against his body by the headwind, outlining his broad back.

Probably bewitched, she actually had an urge to hug him from behind.

Asada Oriyi was taken aback by his unreasonable thoughts, and quickly patted his cheeks to try to wake himself up, and diverted his attention to consider the upcoming rematch of the tennis team.

>>>

"Hey, Asada."

I didn't hear the girl speak for a while, and after riding out of the sports center, Momoya Kinomoto broke the silence, "How do you get to your house?"

"Huh?" Asada Oriyi recovered from his thoughts, and slapped his forehead: "Go straight along the main road, turn left at Maple Leaf Street, and go straight to Xingguang Street, where my family lives."

The distance sounds simple, but it is actually quite far. She was a little worried that he would be too strenuous after playing football all day, so she suggested weakly: "Are you busy? If you are in a hurry, you can put me at the station. The tram is still running at this time." It’s running, and I’ll be home in just two stops, very quickly.”

Kinomoto Momoya stared at the front without looking back: "It's okay, I'm not busy."

Sakura is in charge of cooking tonight, so he doesn't have to go back so early.

It would be more reassuring to send her home in person.

"Uh, fine then."

Oriyo Asada didn't force it, because she found that sitting on the back seat of the bicycle was not bad?The wind is particularly cool on the face, not only refreshing, but also taking time to look around and observe the prosperity of Tokyo.

It is obviously a scene that I have seen every day walking or driving, but looking at it today, it seems a little different.

Feeling a little happy, she pressed down the blown hair with one hand, pulled back the hair that brushed her cheeks behind her ears, looked at the back of someone who was riding a bicycle, and said briskly: "By the way, Kinomoto, there are still people at home. There is the coat you gave me last time, if I forget to return it later, please remind me."

That coat had been hanging in her closet for weeks.

Kinomoto Momoya let out an ah, seeing the traffic light ahead turned orange, and pressed the brakes ahead of time.

The two happened to stop on the side of a snack street, surrounded by the smell of various grilled skewers, fried noodles, and dorayaki. The girl who only ate a chocolate bar had glowing eyes, but she just swallowed her saliva and didn't have the nerve to mention it.

Kinomoto Momoya glanced back calmly, and it was no surprise to see her fiery eyes staring at the food stall.

This guy……

Calculating the time, the signal light will turn back to green in about 3 minutes. He got off the saddle with a long leg, and put the bike on the frame under the blank gaze of the girl.

"Wait for me here."

He walked to the dorayaki booth, took out his wallet and bought a pre-made dorayaki, and hurried back to the car to hand it to her.

"Eh? For me?" A certain person was flattered, his big watery eyes stared at the dorayaki in his hand in surprise, and he licked his lips honestly.

Seeing the tip of her pink tongue sweeping over the moist lips, Kinomoto Momoya felt a little hot for some reason, and put something into her hand with a straight face.

"Do you like this? I saw you drooling over the skewers, so I wanted to buy them, but it's still not safe to eat skewers in the car, so just let it go."

Ori Asada: Who is drooling! ?

But the warm dorayaki exudes a sweet red bean paste smell, and she was hungry, so she didn't care whether it would be embarrassing to accept the food so easily, and she was even a little moved.

Anyway, she had already lost all face in front of him.

"Favorite, thank you."

"Why are you being so polite?" Kinomoto Momoya glanced at her amusedly, and stretched out his hand out of habit again, but his fingertips stopped when they were more than ten centimeters away from the top of her head.

Again.

She is not Sakura, but a neighbor sister who he once knew, it is too impolite for him to be so rash.

Kinomoto Momoya's eyes deepened, and just as the green light came on, he turned and stepped on the saddle.

Asada Oriyi sat sideways on the back seat padded with a boy's coat, holding a warm dorayaki in his arms, and instead of starting it immediately, he glanced at him thoughtfully.

She wanted to ask why he was so kind to her, but she couldn't get the words out of her mouth, and finally she couldn't beat the glutton in her stomach, so she picked up the dorayaki and opened her mouth to bite it.

The honey-flavored noodles are crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, and the sweetness of the red bean paste in the middle is just right, not too greasy at all.

Well, it's really delicious...

Suddenly, the stable bicycle stopped without any warning, her eyes widened, and her body jumped forward due to inertia, almost falling from the back seat.

A lean arm immediately embraced her.

Momoya Kinomoto covered her with his hands behind his back, turned his head halfway and apologized, "Are you all right?"

Asada Oriyi hammered hard on his choked chest, and coughed several times before answering: "No, it's okay. I just threw the dorayaki out..."

A few meters away, the half-eaten dorayaki lay pitifully on the ground, the body was smashed to pieces, and the red bean filling was scattered all over the floor.

She pursed her lips, feeling a little pity.

Kinomoto Momoya got off the car and put the car on the frame, took out a pack of clean napkins from the backpack, squatted down and meticulously cleaned up the mess on the ground.

"I'm sorry..." Asada Ori blamed himself for not holding his things firmly for causing such a tall boy to squat on the side of the road to clean, and apologized with self-blame.

"No, it's not your problem. There was a child running around, so I had to slam on the brakes." He responded, throwing the dirty Dorayaki into a nearby trash can, returned to the car and lowered his head to ask her: "No Eat enough, do you want me to go back and buy another one?"

"No, no need." Zhiyi's pupils dilated slightly, and she hurriedly shook her head.

Kinomoto Momoya looked at her silently for a few seconds, then nodded, "Okay.

He stepped into the car, turned his back to her and reminded: "This road is a big road, and it happens to be rush hour. If you can't sit still, you can hug me."

! ! ! ? ? ?

Hearing his words, Ori Asada almost couldn't believe his ears, blushed and stammered, "Huh?"

Kinomoto Momoya didn't speak any more, kicked her long legs forward, and set off again.

Ori Asada was sitting in the back seat, she pursed her lips hesitantly, she was too embarrassed to wrap her arms around him, but raised her hand tremblingly, and gently grabbed the boy's clothes corner.

>>>

Kinomoto Momoya rode for almost four and ten minutes before delivering her. When he arrived at her house, he looked at her luxurious single house calmly, bowed his head and said, "Coat."

"Ah yes!" Asada Oriyi was reminded, straightened his waist suddenly, rushed to the door, took out the key and inserted it into the lock, then turned his head and asked, "Mr. Kinomoto, do you want to come in and have a rest? I'll get you a A piece of cake for a cup of coffee?"

He must be tired after driving her for so long, and he didn't eat anything.

Leaving aside all the messy factors, Kinomoto treated her really well, and it would be too rude for her not to express her gratitude.

"No need." Kinomoto Momoya looked at his watch, and if he didn't go back, he would miss dinner.

"Okay, right now, I'll take off your coat." She pushed the door, quickly took off her shoes in the hallway, and ran up the stairs.

In the closet, he found the coat that had been washed and ironed meticulously. Asada Oriyi folded it, took out a gift bag from a previous shopping trip, and put it in.

"Here." She came out wearing slippers and handed him the bag.

"Thanks."

"Why thank me?" She lowered her head a little embarrassedly.She knew that he gave her the coat because he was afraid that she would be harassed by bad boys if she dressed like that that day, "Thank you for helping me out that day."

Kinomoto Momoya glanced at her quite unexpectedly, why are you so polite today?He chuckled: "It's okay. But..."

"Be careful when you go out, don't attract too much attention."

His gaze fell on her pretty face illuminated by the street lamp, and Kinomoto Momoya felt that it was really impossible not to attract attention with her appearance.

He added: "It's not your problem, it's just that the world is not safe recently."

The girl nodded obediently after being cared about: "Well, don't worry, in fact, I am usually quite low-key."

Low key?

Hearing her answer, Kinomoto Toya felt it was funny, and didn't know why he had to worry about her.He raised the corners of his lips, and the smile in his eyes was full of tenderness that he didn't realize.

"Okay, then I'm leaving."

Taking the gift bag and hanging it on the handlebar, and stepping forward with the foot on the pedal, Kinomoto Momoya turned the bicycle around, turned around and raised his chin slightly, "Good night, Asada."

"OK, good night."

Asada Oriyi stood outside the door wearing home slippers, watching the boy's leaving back gradually disappearing into the corner of the street, she blinked, lowered her head to stare at the long shadow under her feet, the cool evening wind blew her long hair, An inexplicable reluctance welled up in my heart.