Zongman: Starting from punching in to get Little Doraemon

“Who would prepare that kind of thing at home…”

Looking at Miwako Sato, who was lying on the bed and burying her head under the pillow, Kitahara walked over, his fingers slowly sliding over the smooth curve of her back, and said a little helplessly.

After all, he had been in this world for almost a year, and he had never thought of preparing that kind of thing at home.

“Don’t you say it, it’s okay not to use that kind of thing!”

Miwako Sato’s muffled voice came from under the pillow.

As if feeling a little itchy in her back, she gently twisted her waist.

“Whew-”

Removing the pillow on his head, Miwako Sato turned over with a blushing face, biting her ruddy lower lip hard, and looking at him with a pair of purple eyes dodged.

“On… Begin…”

“Want to start?”

Kitahara asked with a chuckle.

“Before you start… Can you turn off the lights first? ”

Taking a deep breath, Miwako Sato pleaded softly.

There was a hint of tremor in the pleasant voice.

Seeing her like this, Kitahara couldn’t suppress the smile that rose at the corner of his mouth.

The usual senior Sato is heroic and sassy, no matter what he does, he is very capable and cheerful, but he has never shown this expression now.

And this shy look – still belongs to him alone.

“What are you laughing at, hurry up and turn off the lights!”

Seeing the interested smile on his lips, Miwako Sato kicked him with her white little foot in annoyance.

Kitahara this guy… Do you like to see her pleading look so much?

However, before she could take her little feet back, she was caught by Kitahara Shōichi.

“You… What do you want? ”

Feeling the touch of her toes, Miwako Sato couldn’t help but feel a little flustered in her heart, she subconsciously wanted to retract her feet, but she couldn’t pull them at all.

“Don’t be so nervous, I won’t do anything to your feet.”

“Hah… It’s itchy! ”

Kitahara gently scratched the smooth soles of her feet, quickly letting go of her hand and standing up before her other foot kicked over.

He didn’t forget that Miwako Sato was also a judo master.

“Kitahara!”

“I’ll go and turn off the lights!”

Looking at Miwako Sato, who had already half-sat up, Kitahara quickly spoke.

As the lights went out, the entire bedroom fell silent.

Kitahara walked slowly to the bed, hugged her slender waist wrapped in a bath towel, and her brown eyes also looked at her.

“Kitahara…”

“Sato-mae – it hurts!”

“Don’t spoil such a good atmosphere for me!”

Miwako Sato pinched his cheek with her fingers, and a pair of eyes stared at him with dissatisfaction.

Finally, there was such a good atmosphere, all of which were ruined by Beiyuan.

“Can Miwako let go first.”

Kitahara looked at Miwako Sato, whose tension gradually dissipated, reached out and pressed her hand on the back of her white tender hand, and said with a chuckle.

“……”

Miwako Sato didn’t reply, but the fingers that were pinching his cheeks quietly loosened and gently touched his face.

With the help of the Jie Yuehua by the window, Beiyuan Yun could clearly see that those amethyst-like eyes were trembling slightly.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly bowed his head.

“Hmm—that… The hair is still wet. ”

“Don’t care about that kind of thing.”

“How can you not care, it will be very uncomfortable to sleep for a while… Wait, what are you going to do! ”

Miwako Sato’s somewhat flustered voice sounded, and she found herself directly picked up by Kitahara Shun’s princess hug.

A pair of hands were also subconsciously wrapped around his neck to prevent himself from falling suddenly.

“Of course it’s what we have to do.”

Kitahara placed her on the soft bed, and the bright moonlight shone through the window into the bedroom, shining on Miwako Sato’s flushed face.

“Can the curtains…”

“Can’t.”

On Monday, the weather was clear.

Inside the bedroom on the second floor.

Bright soft sunlight filtered through the glass by the window, illuminating the somewhat cluttered bedroom.

The fluffy white bath towel was dropped on the wooden floor, and a hint of red could be faintly seen on the wrinkled sheets.

“Hmm…”

Miwako Sato half-opened her sleepy eyes, feeling the sunlight falling on her face outside the window, she subconsciously shrunk her head into the quilt 0….

“Beiyuan, please pull the curtains.”

She gently kicked Kitahara Shun, who was close to the window on the other side of the window, with her little foot, and then yawned slightly and whispered. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

“Got it.”

Kitahara held her little foot and got up to close the dark curtains.

As the curtains were slowly drawn, the entire bedroom was once again plunged into darkness.

“What time is it?”

Miwako Sato held the quilt in her arms, looked at Kitahara Shun, who was lying on the bed again and preparing to sleep, and asked in a low voice.

Her voice sounded weak, and if you didn’t listen carefully, you couldn’t hear it clearly.

“It’s only half past eight, it’s still early…”

Kitahara picked up the mobile phone placed on the table and glanced at it, and finally turned his head sideways and said softly.

It’s only eight o’clock – the two of them seem to have slept at four in the morning…

No, it seems like Monday!

Miwako Sato blinked her eyes in amazement, and then sat up a little flustered, and then –

“Hiss…”

It hurts!

“What are you doing?”

After noticing her movements, Kitahara reached out and rubbed the ends of her messy hair, and asked a little puzzled.

“The two of us are going to be late!”

Miwako Sato lay on top of him and said in a somewhat weak tone.

Late……

The corners of Kitahara’s mouth tugged slightly, and then reached out and rubbed her short hair.

3.2 “Just the way you look now, do you think you can go to work?” ”

“…… Yes! ”

Miwako Sato hesitated, then replied firmly.

“Okay, you better lie quietly.”

“I’ll go talk to Miyamoto-senpai.”

Kitahara opened the contact of his phone, then found Yumi Miyamoto’s phone number and dialed it.

“Why are you looking for Yumi?” Miwako Sato blinked her eyes suspiciously.

“If I look for Takagi and Chiba, I’m afraid that I will be killed by that group of uncles when I go to the Metropolitan Police Department tomorrow.”

Kitahara looked at the phone number that had been dialed and compared a silence to her.

“Hey, why are you looking for me?”

“Miyamoto-senpai, please help me and Miwako take a leave!”

(Ask for flowers, please for a monthly pass!) ）。