Raiders who do not intend to raid

After Miyano Yayoi put the little boy on the bed, he also went to bed lightly.

For the first time, she felt that such a big bed was actually not as big as she imagined.

"...Would you like to have my surname? Use my surname as your name."

Tonight, the girl unexpectedly talked a lot.

"Miyano Natsumi...Natsumi, do you like it? I think it's a very warm name, isn't it boyish enough?"

Of course, the boy didn't answer her. As soon as he touched the bed, he seemed to know that it was time to sleep, and slowly closed his eyes.

The shallow breathing became extraordinarily clear in the quiet night.

"..."

The girl was silent for a while, thinking that talking to herself like this was a stick.

[Good night, 77. 〕

"Although I know you can't hear it, good night, Xia Hai."

As she said this, she slowly closed her eyes, and everything fell into silence.

[...Good night, Yayoi. 〕

After a while, after hearing the girl's steady and ups and downs breathing, 2017 said so softly, the clear boyish voice was soft like a spring breeze after lowering his voice.

There is also a trace of extremely shallow pampering, but it is fleeting.

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The morning sun was light and light, shining on the girl's quilt, the silver-haired little head moved, and before Miyano Yayoi opened his eyes, his blue eyes had already started to stare straight in front of him, close at hand girl's face up.

He couldn't speak yet, he didn't know if it was an illusion, or because the sun was shining outside, his eyes were a little bright at this time, not as lifeless as last night.

Yayoi Miyano, who was awakened by the sunlight, trembled her eyelashes slightly, and slowly opened her eyes, the original drowsiness was instantly dissipated by the fright of Miyano Natsumi.

"...Don't scare me..."

As she said so, she raised her hand and touched his head helplessly. The soft and smooth hair made people love it.

Of course, Miyano Natsumi didn't understand what he meant, she tilted her head, her delicate little face was dazzling with the sunlight coming through the window.

[Early, 77. 〕

[Good morning, hubby, chirp chirp chirp! ! ! ! 〕

[Okay, I'm going to change my clothes... don't look. 〕

[...! ! !I won't read it! 〕

2017 said in embarrassment, and then cut off the connection with Miyano Yayoi.

In a trance, remembering the first day bound to 2017, Miyano Yayoi froze for a moment, her black eyes softened.

"..."

Miyano Yayoi just unbuttoned a pajamas, paused, and looked back at Miyano Natsumi who was looking straight at her.

"You can't see either..."

Then, gently but firmly, cover him with the blanket, but not smother him.

He was very obedient, obediently lying sideways and covering the quilt, listening to the rustling of the cloth, he didn't make any movements except blinking his eyes.

"Okay, let me change it for you."

She said so, and pulled Miyano Natsumi out of the quilt, and brought over the dress that the housekeeper had prepared yesterday, because it was short-sleeved, so just put it on.

The little boy's silver head came out of his clothes, and he looked at Yayoi Miyano innocently, because he just woke up, his hair was curled up, and he was as cute as a kitten.

Yayoi Miyano generally understands the thoughts of those nobles who are willing to spend a lot of money just to find a companion. HybridChild, indeed, has an indescribable allure for people like her.

"Let's go and have breakfast."

She wanted to reach out to hold his hand, but he didn't respond, he just stood up, but he was a step away from her.

But that one-step distance, to Miyano Yayoi, was like an abyss.

Her black eyes flickered, and she didn't say anything else. She moved her fingertips slightly, suppressing the thought of touching him.

Although his upturned hair is cute and wants to be flattened.

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After breakfast, Miyano Yayoi took the young boy to the fruit forest he planted at home.

It's not very big, but there are many fruit trees. As long as you walk in, you can smell the fragrance of the fruit very clearly, which is refreshing.

The apple tree has luxuriant branches and leaves, with small green fruits hanging on it, which looks very cute.But they are not yet ripe, and the yellow oranges on the nearby orange trees are about to break off. The fragrance from the fruit is strong, and it smells very cool.

"The yellow one is an orange, do you want to try one?"

It was probably the first time for the silver-haired young man to see fruit trees. In aristocratic families, most of them are lucky and high-quality fruits, but it is rare for trees and the like.

He raised his head, his eyes had a slight luster, he looked at the orange, but he just looked at it without any movement.If it was an ordinary child, he would have climbed the tree to pick it.

[Husband, now he just follows your eyes to see the world, and he will pay attention to what you are looking at. 〕

[... Doesn't he have his own consciousness? 〕

Yayoi Miyano felt a little bored when she heard the words of 2017. She didn't want Natsumi Miyano to look at everything in this world just because of her own influence.

[Yes, but, just like a baby, at the beginning it was guided by its parents to see the world, so following you unconsciously is like a fledgling plot. 〕

Saying so, the voice of 2017 gradually softened.

When Miyano Yayoi heard what he said, she couldn't help but feel a little bit of responsibility.

So... I am now the leader of his life development?

"...I'm going to pick an orange."

She said this to Miyano Natsumi, then walked over, picked a golden fruit with a little tiptoe, and there were two tender green pieces on it.

The silver-haired boy looked at her with blue eyes, and she stretched out her hand to hand over the orange. In her white and tender palm, the orange lay safely on it.

"If you want it, take it from me."

She kept the posture of handing it over, looking at him with black eyes, wanting him to reach out and take the orange in her hand.

Miyano Natsumi stood on the spot, motionless, her blue eyes fixed on the girl who was much taller than him, her long eyelashes trembled, and the fingertips of the hands hanging on both sides moved slightly, and there was no movement for a long time.

Stubbornly, Miyano Yayoi stood where he was and waited for him to come.

[...Honey, you've been in this posture for almost an hour, are you tired? 〕

〔……tired. 〕

Of course I'm tired.

If it wasn't for his eyes recovering a bit, she might have thought that Miyano Natsumi was really a puppet.

Miyano Yayoi looked at him, although her fingertips moved slightly, but finally returned to calm.

"...Forget it, I was too impatient."

She said with some disappointment, and gently stuffed the orange in her hand to Miyano Natsumi. The young boy looked at the orange in his hand blankly, expressionless, but his eyes were extremely focused, as if he was watching the whole world.

Thinking of something, Miyano Yayoi took the orange from his hand again, Miyano Natsumi stared blankly at the hand, then at the girl, not knowing what happened.

"..."

The girl didn't say anything more, she peeled the orange for him and handed it to him again.

"Eat it, it's very sweet."

Gently place one of the oranges on his lips, black eyes staring at him, waiting for him to open his mouth.

Miyano Natsumi slowed down for a while, and slowly opened his mouth. Due to the close distance, his soft and tender lips touched the girl's white fingertips, and he took a step back, his eyes lowered in doubt. He stared at the hand of the girl he touched just now.

"...Oh, this is, the hand."

The girl thought that he didn't know it was a hand, so she opened her hand, showing her slender green fingers in front of his eyes, so that he could take a closer look.

[... Miyano, I feel that you treat him as mentally handicapped... He actually has the common sense of ordinary people, but his reaction is much slower, and he is also very unskilled in controlling his emotions and body. 〕

Listening to 2017's words, Yayoi Miyano blinked, and when she was about to take back her hand, the silver-haired boy gently grabbed her hand, not letting her leave.

"...?!!!"

[He, he, did he move? ! 〕

〔……Um. 〕

Miyano Yayoi was excited inside, but she didn't have any expression on her face, her face was paralyzed as always, if 2017 could not know her inner thoughts, she would think that she was not fluctuating.

The girl was held by small, soft hands, and her body was a little stiff. When she looked at him, she felt a little nervous.

What does he want to do...

Miyano Natsumi felt a warm body temperature completely different from her own, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly flapping its wings, her blue eyes were like glazed glass, and she was stunned for a long time, when Yayoi Miyano felt her hands When it's time to sour.

Gently and tentatively, he put her hand on his cheek. When he first put it on, he dodged it like an electric shock. After finding that there was no danger, he put Yayoi Miyano's hand at ease. Stick it on your cheek.

"Mi, Mi... Sheng..."

It seemed that he was speaking for the first time, his voice was hoarse, and he opened his mouth very slowly, with difficulty, and uttered a few broken Roman accents.

However, Miyano Yayoi heard it very clearly.

is my name...

"Hi, like, orange..."

Yes, just say it slowly, it's okay...

He paused for a moment, then continued.

"More, more like..."

"Ya, Yayoi..."