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The reactivated cell phone alarm rang and vibrated under the blue-haired girl's pillow.
My arm is so numb, I can't feel it anymore...
Carefully, Toyokawa Shoko pulled her left arm, which was still conscious, away from the back of the boy's neck.
That shouldn't have appeared—the white mark she had personally wrapped around the boy's forehead.
A sense of helplessness and anger welled up in the blue-haired girl's heart.
Helplessness naturally stemmed from the boy still in her arms, while anger was directed at the brown-haired girl's excessive behavior towards him last night.
The boy had a head injury, so he naturally couldn't lie flat at night.
So, the blue-haired girl placed her arm between the boy's neck and the pillow, and wrapped it around his shoulder.
The girl pulled the boy's head into her arms, firmly holding him in his sleeping position to prevent him from accidentally pressing on her wound.
As for why he did such troublesome things, it was naturally due to the little bad habits that the boy gradually showed in front of the girl.
When sleeping, the bell (8) rings (9) and the bell (9) rings. When the bell (9) rings, ...
It's not that the boy liked to touch her in his dreams, but rather that he tossed and turned unusually frequently after falling asleep.
He didn't have this bad habit at first...
With the hand she had already withdrawn, she gently stroked the tip of the boy's nose.
Contrary to her slight resentment, her movements were exceptionally gentle.
On the bed, which wasn't very spacious, two quilts originally served as the dividing line between the two beds.
However, after confirming their mutual feelings, the girl took the initiative for the first time to ask the boy for some funds.
Unusually, the girl did not answer the boy's questions about how the funds were intended for him.
She wasn't without funds.
The other blue-haired girl was incredibly generous; she could easily afford to buy anything.
However, the things she wanted to buy were only for her and the boy, with perhaps one more pink-haired girl added.
It's best not to involve that Miss Liang in things that belong to them.
A few days later, one evening, while the boy was taking a bath...
The girl first gathered up the boy's bedding. Then, as her hand grasped her own bedding, which she had brought from "home"...
After a considerable period of focused observation, she closed her eyes and exhaled deeply.
She forcefully folded the thing that had become an obstacle for her and put it into the storage bag that was prepared to the side.
She placed it deepest in the cabinet, forever keeping it out of her sight.
After all, she would never need this thing that was connected to the past again.
This is a farewell, a complete break from my past life.
This is a farewell, a complete farewell to the helplessness of being alone.
This is a new beginning, a sign that her brand new life has started.
Spread the brand-new bedding out on the bed and smooth it out.
Carefully align the four corners and press them down.
The girl wanted to wipe away the blush that had appeared on her face with her earnest actions.
The bathroom door was slowly pushed open, and the boy's figure appeared in the doorway.
With a slightly surprised look in his eyes, the girl's twin ponytails swung wildly, and she dashed into the bathroom with lightning speed.
Qi II, Sijiuqi! - (Part 3) When her brain, which had been frozen by shyness, finally recovered, she realized that she hadn't brought any change of clothes or anything else to the bathroom.
She knew that the boy must have already noticed the obvious change.
The thought of facing the boy's teasing gaze only deepened her shyness.
The intimacy of the night we confirmed our feelings could not be replicated in the days that followed.
After that day, a sense of restraint arose between them.
What a blockhead! Why can't he understand her feelings? Why doesn't he take the initiative to let her feel that sense of security and warmth again?
The girl's resentment grew stronger day by day, and she finally made up her mind to make this small change.
She wanted the boy to understand that their destinies were already intertwined, and their futures were already inseparable.
And how much she loved the boy who was always by her side.
Through the bathroom door, she called out to the boy for help, asking him to place the change of clothes she had prepared at the bathroom door.
She seemed to be overthinking things; the mischievous teasing appeared to be just her imagination.
The boy dutifully placed her change of clothes at the bathroom door, gave a brief instruction, and then left.
But things shouldn't be like this.
Clearly, he has a malicious side; the girl has seen it many times, even right beside him.
That roommate, Kawahara Momoka
The boy's mischievousness was especially evident in this unreliable golden retriever.
He wasn't as reserved and docile with others as he was with her.
She took her change of clothes into the bathroom and took off her clothes.
The water flowed down her neck, tracing her curves, smooth and slender.
Clearly, the boy should be the one who understands her best, knowing everything about her.
Even a young lady from a wealthy family enjoys being intimate with her sweetheart!
Wait, Miss?
The girl's movements suddenly stopped.
She realized that this former identity of hers had become a constraint.
It wasn't her who was locked up, but her beloved.
The boy was afraid of rushing things and incurring her displeasure.
He lacked that confidence, that sense of security.
A moment of impulsiveness may result in a lasting negative impression in a young girl's mind.
Therefore, teenagers wouldn't do something so extremely risky.
The pattering sound of water stopped.
After wiping her body clean, the girl changed into clean clothes.
Let her break down these stereotypes!
The girl made up her mind
Pushing open the bathroom door, she saw the boy already lying down, but he was on his side, not facing her.
She pulled back the covers with incredible speed.
Forcefully, she flipped the boy's body, which had been facing away from her, onto his back.
Then, she pressed her body against him.
She wrapped her arms around the back of the boy's head forcefully and pressed her lips against his.
The feeling of kissing is still so captivating.
She did an online search and found that there are deeper ways for lovers to kiss.
Their lips met until the blue-haired girl couldn't breathe anymore.
"Don't let my past identity hold you back, okay?"
"I am who I am, not the person you stereotype me to be."
I love you. I love the warmth of your embrace, and the softness of your kisses.
"I want to shorten the distance between us until it can't be shortened any further."
She whispered these words in the boy's ear.
The boy's arms wrapped around her body.
She leaned down, encouraging the boy with a kiss to hold her even tighter.
She succeeded; from that day on, the boy was no longer restrained.
This is somewhat distressing, and small bad habits are beginning to emerge in her.
However, it's a happy kind of trouble.
Moreover, this small problem was largely resolved as Xiangzi occupied his arms every night.
The unrestrained speech, the exposed minor flaws, and the yearning for warmth in a young girl.
This is proof that they have become incredibly close.
After one night, the red marks on the boy's face had faded.
The distance between them no longer needs to be changed.
The mischievous, blue-haired girl's nimble tongue licked the spot where the pain had once resided.
Finally, she left a kiss there.
The gentle touch slowly roused the boy from his drowsy state.
He pressed his lips to the boy's, exchanging fluids with him.
She filled the boy's new week with her love with a deep and tender kiss.
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Chapter 87 Hesitant to Speak
"Ok?"
Pushing open the door, the blue-haired girl's gaze instantly shifted from gentle to icy.
As for the reason, it was naturally the brown-haired girl who was bending over and acting suspiciously in front of the door, seemingly preparing to do something.
After carefully handing the small piece of paper that he had originally intended to place at the door of the room to the blue-haired girl in front of him...
She quickly put down the bag she was carrying in her other hand and leaned against the door.
In a flash, Nina sped back to Momoka's room, shutting out the oppressive feeling.
"Didn't we agree to hand it to Chen personally and apologize to him in person? How can you be such a coward?"
Miss Anwa gently poked Nina's cheek with her index finger. The red mark left by the blue-haired girl who had just appeared had disappeared, and the slight stinging sensation was gone.
But Nina, leaning against the door and letting out a long sigh of relief as if she had escaped a disaster, instinctively dodged away.
Although that slap wasn't bullying or anything, Nina could understand her motives for doing so.
However, the feeling of being grabbed by the bangs and getting a solid slap is still too unforgettable.
To put it simply, she already has PTSD.
"Serves you right. When you dealt with the problem in such an extreme way, didn't you ever think that you would get beaten up too?"
"You can't be unaware of how important Chen Zaixiangzi is to you, can you?"
With her arms crossed in front of her chest, Momoka, as the hostess, took in Ms. Anwa and Nina for the night.