Miss Shimizu's perfect ending

It must be said quickly and accurately, or the hands passing under the armpit would be overwhelming.

If you make a mistake in reading or breathing unsteadily, if you make these mistakes... then you will suffer.

Shaking, black belly, bad taste, these traits can be seen at this time.

The long-term memories are brought back by the newspapers, and Shimizu Sakiren naturally uses the past memories to speculate on Fujiwara Yuki.

But in fact, her reaction was completely opposite to what Shimizu Sakiren thought.

As soon as Fujiwara Yuki heard the word news, his face instantly collapsed, "What are you doing listening to that? I'm so boring, change to a book suitable for falling asleep."

Isn't it good to sleep when you're bored?I don't understand Fujiwara Yuki's logic.

Shimizu Sakiren just thought it was her bad taste, stood up and began to look for books on the bookshelf.

The books on her bookshelf are all over the world, covering all aspects.

It's just that as the angle changes, the age for which the book is suitable for reading has gradually become younger.

Probably from a hundred years of solitude with complicated and difficult names to a Grimm's fairy tale for children before going to bed.

In an empty corner of the bookshelf, an exquisitely packaged book attracted Shimizu Sakiren's attention.

It was left alone, so special, I think Fujiwara Yuki should like it very much.

Opening the pages of the book, there is also a carefully crafted crimson cherry embossed flower inside.

The name of this book is "The Little Prince".

Shimizu Misaki also read it, and she thought it was a romantic and sad fairy tale for adults.

It is a bit suitable for the current state of mind, so under the burning eyes of Fujiwara Yuki, she chose this book and said:

"How about I read The Little Prince to my master?"

Fujiwara Yuki must have read this book, except for the reason that he had read this book to her before.

Another reason is that although the pages and covers of the books are well preserved, it is difficult to hide the scratches and creases left by long-term flipping.

"Why did you choose this book?" Fujiwara Yuki's expression was even more complicated.

"Because I thought you would like this book. After all, you have read it many times, haven't you?"

Fujiwara Yuki blinked her eyes a few times quickly, pursed her lips, and finally she gave up thinking and put the pillow flat, and covered the quilt with ease, closing her eyes and said simply:

"Then read this."

After hearing the news, Shimizu Sakiren turned off the lights, and drove away this uninvited guest who did not belong to the dark night.

The silvery light fell down and elongated the figure like a dream. She stood by the window, and under the bright moonlight, she continued to read the contents of the book softly:

"The little prince said to me: 'I didn't know anything at the time! I really shouldn't have left her. You should not just listen to what she says, but watch what she does. My life has brought sunshine. I should have felt the tenderness behind those little tricks of hers. But what a fool I was, remembering only the words of Tiger's Paw. Flowers are always so inconsistent. It's a pity that I Too young to know how to love her...'"

Shimizu Sakiren's voice is soft but not delicate, with a crisp texture that is reassuring, so it is very suitable for sleeping.

All the silence at this moment is the reason to lure one into dreamland.

"The Little Prince" is not a very long story book, and Yuki Fujiwara fell asleep without reading much.

Shimizu Sakiren leaned closer to observe.

The slight and rhythmic breathing and the regular ups and downs of the chest are the best proofs.

However, Fujiwara Yuki's quality of sleep was not very good. Her brows were tightly furrowed, and her hands were still tense when she fell asleep. She was holding on to a corner of the quilt tightly, as if she had caught someone's hand. Like a thread of clothing.

Shimizu Sakiren closed the book, and put the gorgeous embossed cherry blossoms as a bookmark in the unfinished part.

Then he went back to the bed again, gently opened her tightly clenched fingers, and tucked in the quilt.

"Good night, little prince. Good night, Fujiwara Yuki."

After saying goodnight softly, he left Fujiwara Yuki's bedroom lightly.

The night was still long, and there were people in the entire Fujiwara mansion soberly monitoring this splendid Qionglou Yuyu at any time.

She can't sleep right now.

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I'm sleepy, I'm tired, the update is complete] q skirt ①Liu 8 17 [-]

Volume 41: Chapter 38 Chapter [-] You are here to sleep tonight

The time of 05:30 is very clever, the night has not yet cleared, and the sky has just dawned.

Light and darkness coexist separately, and the rising sun from the east will herald the new brilliance gradually spreading to the earth.

On such an exuberant morning, nothing is more annoying than the alarm clock and the sudden renovation upstairs.

"Buzz buzz~" The phone's frantically vibrating alarm clock sounded in my ear.

Is this too early?Haven't had enough sleep yet.

Shimizu Sakiren stretched out a white and tender arm from the hard quilt, groped along the bed, and struggled to turn off the phone.

She sat up, staring at the patterns carved on the wardrobe with absent-minded eyes, and was stunned for a long time before she recovered.

Staying up late is too tiring.

Without a systematic golden finger of resilience, Shimizu Sakiren felt the fate of being weak in constitution being fully stretched.

My head was dizzy, there was some buzzing, and I couldn't lift my body.

I still want to continue to sleep, but I have to finish the work of the personal maid.

Shimizu Sakiren sighed, got up with a tired face, washed and changed clothes, and started today's maid preparations.

In the setting of a certain timeline, Shimizu Sakiren used to be an idol, she kept rushing to the scene and then sold CP with Aoi Ayase.

Of course, Aoi Ayase took the initiative to ask her to help the poor.

This kind of idol experience, which is difficult for ordinary people, has taught Shimizu Sakiren many special skills about fashion and dressing.

One of the jobs of a personal maid is to be responsible for dressing up the hostess.

Fujiwara Yuki's black hair spread out like a waterfall most of the time, and when he was expressionless, he looked like a cold, hard-to-melt flower from the high mountains.

Therefore, she usually has to smile more in order to maintain a gentle and amiable state for interpersonal communication.

In fact, this kind of thing can weaken the alienation brought by the indifferent temperament by changing the hairstyle.

A twin ponytail would be very cute.

Ok?It seems really good.

Then it's decided!Give Fujiwara Yuki a super cute double ponytail today~

Thinking of this, Shimizu Sakiren felt a little happy in her heart. After taking care of everything, she knocked on Fujiwara Yuki's door with brisk steps.

"Master, are you up? It's time for a morning run."

There was no answer, and the girl in the room had obviously not gotten up yet.

Calling the master's bed service is also a necessary job for personal maids. Strictly speaking, they must remember all the master's itinerary.

Without even thinking about it, Shimizu Sakiren turned the handle and pushed the door open.

The bed curtain as hazy as a tulle was pulled down, and in the morning light, Shimizu Sakiren saw the slender figure of Fujiwara Yuki half-sitting.

Isn't this awake?

Shimizu Sakiren was puzzled and stepped forward to open the curtains.

Fujiwara Yuki covered his eyes with his hands, and leaned against the head of the bed unrequitedly, as if he didn't want to get up at all and was deceiving himself.

Good guy, I'm lying in bed here.

Shimizu Sakiren reminded with a bright smile: "Master, it's time to get up and run in the morning."

Fujiwara Yuki reluctantly moved her hand away, her eyes were very tired, and her golden pupils were bloodshot from exhaustion, like an Internet addicted girl who played games all night.

?

Didn't she go to bed earlier than herself yesterday?How come you look like you stayed up too late.

"Well... let's not go for a morning run today." Fujiwara Yuki's voice was a little hoarse.

Unreasonable, Shimizu Sakiren frowned and felt unreasonable.

According to Fujiwara Yuki's step-by-step and rigorous style of acting, even a thunderbolt cannot change his inherent plan.

Unless there is an accident.

"What does the master mean?"

"Let's rest for a while today," Fujiwara Yuki yawned, with tears in his eyes, "You just stand here and wake me up when it's time."

"Master, didn't you sleep well last night?"

"Don't ask things you shouldn't ask." Fujiwara Yuki's face darkened.

"Good host."

Fujiwara Yuki got into the bed again, and lay on his side with his back to Sakiren Shimizu in a baby curled up posture.

It's just that she felt that this was not enough, so she asked domineeringly:

"Sakurei, sit by my bed...help me cover the sun, it's too dazzling when I sleep."

Ok?If you want to block the sun, just draw the curtains or bed curtains, and you will be fine.

Relying on Shimizu Sakiren's understanding of Fujiwara Yuki, this is already a rare act of coquettish behavior.

Even the coquettish form that is rarely seen in the HE line, after all, it is more often that she comes up with some bad intentions to bully herself.

When I wake up, I always like to play some unserious games, such as putting on a blindfold to help myself change my pajamas, this kind of very bad sex game.

It's rare to see her so soft. Although she doesn't share the same memory, Shimizu Sakiren is indeed a little proud.

The front-to-back reversal is huge.It seems that a certain memory that came up in the bathroom yesterday did have a great impact on her.

It should be this kind of awkward emotion that she wants to make friends with, but doesn't know how to make friends, and she has never experienced it before, which made her fall into entanglement.

It can be regarded as a surprise among BUGs.

It's really gratifying to eliminate the bad impression just around the corner.

"Okay." So Shimizu Sakiren sat obediently beside her, and pointed out softly, "Actually, it would be better to close the curtains, master."

The person in the quilt moved slightly, and the cotton cloth rubbed against the fabric making a rustling sound.

She didn't speak, but used silence instead of answering, trying to create the illusion of falling asleep.

But Shimizu Sakiren is not a fool, no normal person can fall asleep in three seconds now.

She did not torture Fujiwara Yuki again, but sat quietly by the bed humming a lullaby.

As his breathing gradually stabilized, Fujiwara Yuki fell asleep again.

Shimizu Sakiren listened to the twittering of birds and swallows in the morning, and naturally fell into thinking, trying to pass this boring time in bed.

Still can't find the reason why Fujiwara Yuki is so tired?Or was she insomnia too?

But before she left, she had already fallen asleep.

Could it be that you can't sleep without yourself?Not so much.

Now, according to her own observations, the quality of her sleep is very poor. If she asks someone to accompany her, she may wake up if there is a disturbance.

However, in other world lines, she really likes to ask people to sleep with her when she is sleeping.

Wrap the person from the armpit with his hands, wrap the person tightly into the chest like a pillow.

Of course, this feeling is very good, after all, her figure is the best in Qingyin club.

It feels very comfortable to stick to her back, but pressing her arm for a long time while sleeping will only make her arm numb.

Then the arm was numb due to blood circulation disorder, and finally got a slap and was pushed away by her.

Therefore, sleeping with a pillow is not a very good experience. If the time is short, it is quite warm, but if it is longer, it will be an accident.

……

Time passed silently like flowing water, and when thoughts were flying, the pendulum clock in the bedroom had reached seven o'clock precisely.

Shimizu Saki Koi stood up and stretched, gently shook Fujiwara Yuki awake, and gently woke her up: "Master, it's time to get up, it's already time."