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Kitahara Hakuba noticed that they were looking over as well, and smiled politely.
Yu Shou's cheeks flushed instantly, and her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes, as if this could hide her inner panic.
The unease she felt earlier dissipated with his gentle smile, replaced by a sweet yet flustered girlish heart.
Yu Shou quickly turned her head to look out the window, gently biting her lower lip, feeling her cheeks getting hotter and hotter.
I'm so easy to deal with.
Kitahara Hakuba had no idea what they were talking about.
He only knew that he had been looking at his phone for two hours, drank half a bottle of water in between, and needed to go to the bathroom.
Stepping out of the cabin, I happened to run into Nagase Tsukiyo in the corridor painted green.
She just came out of the bathroom.
Normally, Kitahara Hakuba's gaze would immediately lick her legs, but now his attention was completely drawn to the band-aid on her knee.
As soon as Nagase Tsukiyo saw him, she couldn't help but straighten her body, forgetting even to walk.
"Nagase-kun," Kitahara Hakuba said, "is your knee injury serious?"
"Ugh, Nagase Tsukiyo's fingers kept tugging at the hem of her skirt beside her thigh, trying to calm down but unable to."
"No, it's just some minor scratches."
Should she explain to him that the person who did that thing at the door last night wasn't her, but Qingniao?
The words swirled on my tongue, each one carrying a heavy weight, and my heart pounded so fast it felt like it was about to burst out of my chest.
Kitahara Hakuba saw that her ears and neck looked as if they had been licked by flames, and even his breathing became rapid unconsciously.
It's impossible to remain completely calm; such a beautiful young girl doing this in front of his door—the contrast is so stark.
How could a normal person remain calm?
If he were the male protagonist of some game, he probably would have said, "Hehehe, Nagase-kun, you don't want others to find out that you're knocking on my door, do you?"
Nagase Tsukiyo clenched her small fist, carefully considering the matter in her mind, and finally decided to speak.
I don't want to be seen as this kind of girl:
I hope that his heart can be a little purer.
More cultured
Just as she was about to go all out, she looked up and saw Kitahara Hakuma's somewhat sullen face and his very subtle gaze.
etc.
Is he shy about me?
Nagase Tsukiyo's throat tightened involuntarily, an indescribable excitement surging within her, crashing against her chest like a tidal wave.
This was an unprecedented experience that brought her pleasant positive feedback.
After experiencing this sweetness, the previous thoughts, like fine sand in an hourglass, gradually slipped away.
The girl pursed her lips, burying the truth deep in her heart.
Chapter 295, Page 294: I hope that from now on, you will be the one to teach me.
At the same time, he didn't ask how she got injured, and even pretended to be completely unaware while showing concern for her. Baima Academy has released the results of the Yuxin Zhangjie competition.
Nagase Tsukiyo couldn't help but smile when she thought about this.
He's quite cute.
"What's wrong?" Kitahara Hakuba looked at her with some confusion when she suddenly covered her mouth and laughed.
Nagase Tsukiyo shook her head, stroking a strand of hair on her cheek as she said:
"No, I just think that Kitahara-sensei is making a fuss more than I imagined."
On the surface, her words seemed unremarkable, but Kitahara Hakuba could sense a hint of unease in Tsukiyo's tone: "You seem quite serious, so why would you ask such an unimportant question?"
It took Kitahara Hakuba so long to realize what was happening.
Nagase Tsukiyo only had a band-aid on her leg; it wasn't anything serious. Was it really necessary to ask such a question?
To put it nicely, it's called "concern"; to put it bluntly, it's "perverted."
"Feel sorry."
Now that things have come to this, Kitahara Hakuba doesn't know how to answer. If he were facing Shinomiya Haruka, he could have easily joked, "Because I love your legs so much, even the slightest flaw makes me feel sorry for them."
But not with Nagase Tsukiyo; she was still a seventeen-year-old high school girl, and her status didn't allow her to say such things.
"It's nothing—"
Nagase Tsukiyo blinked her clear eyes, her fingers nervously making a checkmark behind her back, and said in a soft, gentle voice,
"I'm so happy to receive your care."
She accidentally let out a somewhat childish, soft voice in front of him, making Nagase Tsukiyo a little shy.
Kitahara Hakuba felt comfortable for a while, and he could sense that the girl was blatantly flaunting her charm.
Just like Saito Haruka wearing a sexy nightgown in his rented room, the beautiful-legged girl in front of him was teasing his reason in a more subtle and innocent way.
Of course, this was all just Kitahara Hakuba's arrogance; after three seconds, he realized he couldn't go down that path.
The fact that Nagase was doing that kind of thing at his doorstep should not be the motive for him to molest this beautiful girl with beautiful legs.
Otherwise, this is no different from lustful scoundrels who say things like "You don't want to either."
After exchanging a few perfunctory words with her, Kitahara Hakuba went to the restroom.
The ferry's restrooms weren't very good; the floors were always damp, probably due to the salty humidity.
After relaxing, the washbasin was shared by men and women, and a large rectangular mirror hung on the wall, reflecting the skirts of the girls.
But neither skin nor the fabric of the skirt can compare to the detail of seeing it with the naked eye.
"White horse."
A soft, girlish voice entered Kitahara Hakuba's ears, startling him.
Because in this world, besides family, only Shinomiya Haruka can directly call him "White Horse."
He turned his head and saw that it was Eri Kanzaki.
Because of her extremely fair skin, her long hair, pupils, and eyelashes appear even darker and shinier. She is as adorable as ever, making one want to hug her and cherish her.
"Eri, call me Kitahara-sensei when we're out," Kitahara Hakuba reminded her with some concern.
Kanzaki Eri withdrew her gaze from his face, her gently swaying bangs obscuring her vision, and said in a voice softer than a marshmallow:
"You can shout it out in private?"
"Do as you please in private."
These words came out so naturally that he didn't even realize that his bottom line had been crossed so far by these students.
Even after realizing what had happened, I comforted myself by thinking, "It's just calling my name, it's no big deal."
"Sunny Bird, did you come looking for me last night?"
Eri Kanzaki turned on the tap, and clear water flowed over her hands, but she remained motionless.
Judging from her statement, it seems she is unaware of what happened between her two companions, and Kitahara Hakuba does not want to confuse the innocent Eri.
"No."
"What about the moonlit night?"
"No."
After two consecutive denials, Eri Kanzaki did not ask any further questions.
"Kanzaki-san, you'd better use hand sanitizer first—"
"Help me wash," Eri uttered in a barely audible voice.
"What?" Kitahara Hakuba thought he had misheard, so he frowned slightly and smiled, "What?"
Eri Kanzaki's words were soft and delicate, as if drawn from the softest cotton, carrying a touch of unintentional languor:
"Help me wash."
"Is washing your hands something you—"
"I don't know how to wash it."
Kitahara Hakuba sighed softly, squeezed some hand sanitizer onto his hands, rubbed them together to create lather, and then reached out to hold Kanzaki Eri's hand.
Hui Li's hands were warm and smooth like jade. With the help of hand sanitizer, they slipped out of his palm like eels.
"What's wrong?" Kitahara Hakuba asked, puzzled.
You were the one who asked me to wash, so what's the meaning of running away now?
Eri Kanzaki's eyes shimmered, and even she herself raised her brow in confusion:
"later?"
Kitahara Hakuba's breathing suddenly paused for a beat, and his gaze involuntarily fell downwards, landing on Eri's fragrant buttocks covered by her skirt.
Having experienced it twice, I understand the girl's thoughts perfectly.
Only after experiencing it can you know how comfortable Hui Li's two sides are, and you won't want to leave at all.
But this is a public place, and it's simply impossible for Eri Kanzaki to do as she pleases.
"No, right here, or you can wash yourself. (The most popular product, 'Zui Xin Jie,' has been published on Lingdian Kanshu.)" Kitahara Hakuba intended to tell him in a serious tone, but for some reason, his voice was somewhat gentle.
He may not be able to be strict with Huili anymore.
A hint of disappointment appeared on Kanzaki Eri's face, and a blush rose to her fair, milky cheeks as she said:
"I've always wanted to relive those feelings, to understand more. Being with you makes my heart race, it feels like I'm alive again."
What should I do?
Her words were somewhat cryptic, but Kitahara Hakuba quickly understood what Eri meant: "I want to feel that heart-pounding feeling again when I'm with you, I want to touch each other more, and I want to learn more."