When Qingfeng silently poured a glass of water from downstairs, the parents who were sitting in the living room watching TV and laughing, didn't notice that there was an extra guest in their room.

So he returned to the room without attracting anyone's attention.

When the young man pursed his lips before opening the door, he had to prepare himself psychologically before finally pushing the door in, but he saw the uninvited guest who seemed very tired.When he went down to get water, she sat on the ground, lying on the edge of his bed and fell asleep.

Her demeanor was so delicate and peaceful, her white and tender fingers curled up slightly, on his bedsheets, they were lovingly cushioned under her beautiful cheeks.

It looks so childish and innocent, beautiful and pure.

Aomine closed the door.He stepped lightly, put water on the table beside her, then squatted down, and tentatively called her: "...Ah-chan?"

She seemed to be sleeping lightly, and when she heard his voice, the girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly and opened.She was still lying on his bed, with a bit of lazy dullness, and her eyes fell on his face.

Qingfeng subconsciously looked away, so Ah-chan straightened up and looked at the water on the table beside her.

This is for her, so Ah Chan said in a low voice: "Thank you..."

But she didn't mean to reach for it.

When she was about to step over from Momoi's house just like before, Aomine reached out to pick her up.She asked him which hand he had hurt, but he kept his mouth shut and refused to speak.So A-chan was afraid of aggravating his injury, so she didn't hold the hand he extended.

The atmosphere became a little strange.

As soon as she entered his room, Qingfeng acted as if he didn't want to stay with her, left a sentence "I'll get you water", and walked out.

"Don't you want to drink water?" Because he didn't ask Ah-Chan's opinion, he made his own claim, Qingfeng paused, stood up on his knees, and seemed to turn around and was about to go downstairs again, "Then what about juice and milk? "

So Ah-chan took his hand.She raised her head, her silky long hair flowed softly and charmingly over her shoulders and back, making her face brighter and brighter against the backdrop.

Her eyes were like spring water, glistening under the light, as if shimmering with layers of water.Staring into Qingfeng's lowered eyes, "Are you avoiding me?"

"..."

"sit down."

A-chan pulled down on his hand with a little force, and Qingfeng silently obeyed her wish and sat down.

His tone was slightly anxious: "What are you doing here?"

A-chan didn't answer right away.She had long eyelashes hanging down, and she calmly pinned the long hair that fell on the side of her cheek behind her ear.

Black hair and snow skin, red lips and white teeth, a sinner seeking a palace.

The beauty's eyes are flowing, and even with a frown and a smile, even such a simple movement has a special charm, which is shocking and admirable.

Before Qingfeng had time to look away, he saw A-chan spread her hands and placed them on her knees.

"Which hand did you hurt?" She was like a kindergarten teacher asking a naughty child softly.

"..." Qingfeng hesitated a bit, but the coaxing tone made him grit his teeth.

So, seeing that he was still silent, Ah-chan raised her eyes to look at him, tilted her head, "Can't you tell me?"

"Where did you come from?" Seeing her relentlessly chasing her, Qingfeng suddenly opened his mouth and changed the subject himself. "Are you busy recently? Why are you so tired?"

"It's okay." Ah-chan answered him well, but her tone was a little weak, "I finished my work today and went to see Huang Lai, then Wuyue called me, and I came here—probably because I was in a hurry. , so I couldn't help being a little sleepy..."

"If you're really so tired, there's no need to come here." Aomine replied coldly, "It's better to stay at Kise's and go home directly."

Qingfeng was very clear that he was hurting someone, or in other words, he even wanted her to be stabbed on purpose.

When liking someone, I originally hoped that she would never suffer any harm, but when he heard that she went to see Kise, Aomine himself was stabbed by her.

The maliciousness gushing out of the wound came from the most vicious jealousy.

He couldn't help wanting to stab her, reject her, hurt her——

If he could do it, and she would feel sorry for it and explain it, it might mean that he still meant something to her.

Because I feel that I have been hurt, I want to prove my weight by hurting the other party, and I hope to be comforted.

Qingfeng himself felt that such a self seemed too ridiculous.

Or, if you always like someone who doesn't belong to you, will you become so sad?

His words made Achan sigh softly, and Qingfeng almost immediately regretted his previous malice.

He didn't want to hurt her, never really wanted to do that, no matter when.

But self-esteem and pride made him tighten his lips, but he couldn't say a word of apology.

Ah-chan stood up.Qingfeng thought she was going to turn around and leave, but she walked towards him, then knelt beside him, straightened up, and put out her arms to hug him.

"I'm sorry..." Her voice came from his ear with a slight sigh.

There is a faint fragrance floating in the girl's hair, lingering at the tip of Qingfeng's nose.It was a familiar, gentle, familiar atmosphere that he could always feel soft in his heart when he was around her.

He wanted to reach out and hold the long-lost fragrance into his arms.But for the time being, his body was still stiff and he didn't move.

He felt Ah Chan gently stroking his hair.She rubbed his short hair with her soft palm, the touch was probably a bit rough - Qingfeng felt that she finally touched the back of his neck.

That made a tremor like electric current run along the skin touched by her fingertips, all the way down the spine, and rushed to the tailbone, bringing a burst of tenderness.

"Sorry, I didn't notice you were hurt..."

He finally opened his mouth to respond, and couldn't help hugging her waist: "...Well, the reborn Mecha Queen."

Sensing his softening, Ah-chan raised her head from his shoulders, stretched out her hands again, placed them in front of him, stared at him tenderly and asked: "So, which hand was injured?"

Qingfeng was silent for a while this time, and put his left hand on her right.

"I'm not seriously injured." He said bluntly with some unease: "...Where is Kise, how is his injury?"

"It will be fine." Ah Chan held his left hand and replied softly, "It will be fine."

She is very skilled in massage now.

So the room became quiet again, Qingfeng watched the girl kneeling in front of him, looking intently at his left hand.

Her white and soft hands kneaded his wrists, palms, backs, every joint of the fingers, and the adjacent skin between the two fingers, and finally ended at the fingertips.

Qingfeng wanted to say something to her, but before he could speak, he suddenly heard the girl say: "Just now, I saw the photobook on Qingfeng-kun's bed."

"...!"

"Aomine-kun still likes Mai-senpai?"

"...Ex, senior?"

"Because of work, I met senior Mai several times. She debuted in the entertainment industry earlier than me, so of course she is senior."

"..."

"So, Aomine-kun, do you want an autographed photo? When I see her next time, can I bring it for you?"

"……Well."

"Speaking of which, Mai-senpai, real breasts are even more exaggerated than they look in photos——Aomine-kun still likes girls with big breasts, right?"

"..."

Seeing that he didn't answer, Ah-chan raised her head, smiled brightly at him, and repeated: "Is it?"

Qingfeng had no choice but to cough dryly, and replied uncomfortably: "...ideal is one thing, reality is another..."

"Ideal? Reality?"

"Cough, although there is nothing wrong with the ideal type having big breasts," Qingfeng turned his face away, his eyes wandering, "but in reality, if you like it, then you like it, and there is nothing you can do about it."

"Really?" There was a trace of teasing in Ah Chan's eyes, "My ideal type is a boy with fair skin."

"..."

Before his expression cooled down, Ah-chan let go of his hand, hugged his waist, and snuggled into his arms.

"Ada."

When she called him so suddenly, Qingfeng paused.

"I can't be by your side every day like before, so don't worry me, okay?"

The tone of her words was helpless and gentle, but Qingfeng's heart was suddenly sour and his throat was choked.

"...I didn't ask you to worry."

"I know...but I'm just worried."

"..."

"Then if I really don't worry about you anymore, what will you do, Ada?"

"...Chi Tuxiang." Qingfeng refused to answer this question.

"If I don't worry anymore, Ada will want the autographed photo of Mai-senpai, right? Ah, speaking of it, Mai-senpai likes tall boys very much. If I introduce you, maybe... huh?"

She didn't finish her sentence.Because Qingfeng already lowered his head and blocked her mouth as if he was furious and impatient.

It seemed that he was finally laughed at by her, or that he was irritated by being teased by the name "Mai", Aomine pressed her to the ground, showing an aggressive and provocative smile.

"——If you mind Xiao Mai's breasts so much, I can help you."

"Qingfeng-jun," Ah-chan immediately began to call his surname again.She stretched out her hand to support his chest as if she wanted to distance herself, blushing slightly. “…there is no scientific basis for the idea that breasts will be rubbed.”

"Really?" The dark-skinned boy stuck his hand into the girl's sailor suit without changing his expression, "Isn't it bigger now than before?"

Ah-chan's face suddenly became redder, "...that's the normal development of puberty!"

"But I think," he hugged Ah Chan's waist with the other hand, and hugged her upwards. The hand that had been inserted into her blouse earlier went around her back easily, and untied the tie of her underwear. Buckle, "My previous efforts should be useful, right?"

……

The night slowly deepened.

Qingfeng looked at the girl who had fallen asleep in his arms, and carefully hugged her tighter.

Her skin was delicate and smooth like silk, soft and warm beyond description.He wanted to hold her in his arms like this forever, wanted to be like this forever, in the silent room, as if there was nothing else in the world but them.

This thing is a bit strange to say.

When we were dating before, because Qingfeng's parents were always at home, she never spent the night in his bed, and rarely did it at his house—it was Qingfeng who often went to her house, because there was never anyone at Ah Chan's house.

When he was doing it just now, Momoi was right across the street, and his parents were downstairs, so he just closed the door without having time to lock it.

Although Aomine drew the curtains and turned off the lights, but the distance is so close, the sound insulation effect is not particularly good.

Just now he kindly reminded her in A-Chan's ear not to make too much noise, but in the end he was bitten hard as if revenged.

Qingfeng raised his arm, looked at the bite mark on his hand, and raised his eyebrows.

Although he felt that he should sigh helplessly, in fact, even without a mirror, he knew that he must have shown a very stupid smile.

He turned around, stared at the girl beside him, and thought in his heart - since she left a mark on him, should he also leave a mark that belongs to him in return?

But looking at her sleeping face with such trust and dependence, Qingfeng could only reach out and touch her lips slightly as if admitting defeat.

Her lips are soft, just like her people.

But the girl looks extremely delicate, but in fact she is unpredictable.

I still like you very much.There is no way.

Qingfeng lay beside Ah-chan, and when he held her in his arms, he silently recited these words in his heart.

He gently kissed her hair, and at the same time asked in his heart - but what about you?

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