Natsume-kun just wants to live

Chapter 158 Ceremony, Dance

The time is seven o'clock in the evening, and the location is the guest room of Yinshi Bathing Resort.

Yumi Sato pushed open the door of the bathroom, and the hazy water mist drifted out with heat. She was about to step out when she suddenly retracted her legs, wiped the mirror with her hand and looked at her forehead.

Great, no problem at all.

On the sofa, Yuko Kodera poked her head out and stared at her for a while, until Yumi Sato came over and turned her face slightly.

"Where's Haruna?" Yumi Sato approached and sat down on the sofa, hesitating to pick up the clothes on it.

"I just said something happened and went out."

Kodera Yuko leaned back on the sofa and faced the ceiling, "I feel sorry for Yoshihara-kun, what do you think I should do?"

"What can you do, make yourself up to him."

"Eh—I'm not joking."

"Me too."

Yumi Sato left the sofa, turned on the light of the dressing table, and put on light makeup.

"Yumi is planning to go out too?" Kodera Yuko glanced sideways.

"No."

"Then you still wear makeup?"

"Keep your image."

"Oh, are you going to Natsume's place?"

"."

Yumi Sato put away the lipstick in her hand, "No."

"Liar." Kodera Yuko casually exposed her lie.

"."

Sato Yumi pursed her lips, "If you have something to ask him, don't get me wrong."

"what's up?"

"Small things."

"Dating?"

Veins appeared faintly on Yumi Sato's forehead. She turned her head and smiled: "Yuzi, do you know that there is a child in fairy tales who likes to ask questions."

"Well, what happened later."

"Later her browsing records were sent out."

"."

Kodera Yuko stopped talking, her face collapsed.

"But, is that Haruna?" Yumi Sato said, looking out the window.

"Which one?"

"Here."

In the direction she pointed, a girl stood under a lantern, well-dressed in a bathrobe.

Kodera Yuko took a few glances, "It seems to be her, is she waiting for someone?"

"probably."

Yumi Sato smiled, "Isn't this very affectionate?"

"hope so."

Kodera Yuko shook the juice, her eyes focused, "What do you think?"

"I don't care."

"That's right, Yumi after all."

"Stop talking, I'm going out."

"Remember to bring me Oden."

"it is good--"

Hearing someone knock on the door, Natsume Zehei opened the door.He just took a shower and his hair is a little wet.

"Hello~~"

Yumi Sato waved her hand, stepped back a few steps and looked at him, "Isn't it alright?"

"The clothes are a little tight."

Natsume Zehei straightened the lining and cuffs, frowning a little.

"It's normal to be tight, and it fits your figure." Yumi Sato slapped his hand away, and stepped forward to help tidy up: "It seems that my eyesight is not bad."

A slight movement came from his neck, and Natsume Zehei felt a little looser.

"Hair is still wet."

"I'm waiting for you."

After drying his hair, Natsume Zehei followed Sato Yumi's footsteps and walked out of the bathing area.

At night, the coast of Jiangchuan is a bit quiet, and lantern-shaped street lamps are lined up along both sides of the road.The white light shone softly on the coast, and the shadows of passers-by stretched and shortened under the lights.

"It seems to be colder?"

"It's colder than during the day, and where did you get your beret?"

"Pictured on the roadside."

"Liar."

"Why do you speak in the same tone as Yuzi?" Yumi Sato cast a helpless look.

"Really, it's probably because Mei Xin thought it was too easy to guess."

After walking for 10 minutes, Natsume Zeping stopped in front of the railing, looking at the deep blue sea.

"tired?"

"A bit."

"Your physical strength is not enough." Sato Yumi made a judgment.

"If you're not physically strong enough, just don't move."

"."

Sato Yumi didn't respond, her eyes wandered.

"Festival."

"what?"

"Did you mean there?" Natsume Zehei pointed to the end of the downhill road, where there was a market with two red lanterns hanging on the sign.

"Well, hurry up."

The festival is still going on, and Yumi Sato, wearing a pleated skirt, walks through the street and looks around, like a night elf, the cloth covering the legs is either blown up by the wind, or swaying up and down because of the movement of walking.

Natsume Zehei looked at it for a while, then went to buy cotton candy.

Yumi Sato took a bite, "Thank you."

I don't know if the sweet smell comes from cotton candy or the girl's body.

There are more and more people, and the people traveling during the Golden Week are too enthusiastic, and the festival is crowded and noisy.

"It's crowded." Natsume Zehei was pushed by the people behind, and his footsteps were a little unsteady.

"I probably know the reason why I didn't like going to festivals before."

He looked at the crowd behind him, a little dissatisfied.

"There seems to be a singer performing there." Yumi Sato tiptoed and glanced, "Would you like to see it?"

"Ah."

After speaking, Natsume Zehei grabbed her wrist and walked towards the stage.

Yumi Sato stared at her wrist a few times, "Is this taking advantage of me?"

"There are too many people, if you are not careful, you will get separated."

"in spite of."

"That's taking advantage of you." Natsume Zehei didn't quarrel with her, walking against the crowd.

Yumi Sato smiled and followed behind him in small steps.

On the stage, girls in custom-made costumes sang, and the cheering crowd below.

"How is it?" Yumi Sato looked at the girl's swaying skirt and fair thighs.

"not so good."

Natsume Zehei shook his head, "I can't hear what she's singing."

"I didn't mean that," she smiled.

"what is that?"

Natsume Zehei swept her left and right and pulled her over.

Because there were many boys around, Natsume stared at her skirt and thighs vigilantly, to see if there was any hand stretched over her.

"What are you looking at?" Yumi Sato clutched her skirt tightly, a little shy, and turned her head away awkwardly.

"skirt."

"So you see me as a girl!" Yumi Sato raised her head again, her voice somewhat dissatisfied.

Natsume Zehei looked at her for a while, Yumi's eyes were frighteningly bright, reflecting the afterglow of the lantern.

He moved his head unnaturally, "Yes."

Seeing him a little shy, Yumi Sato seemed to have seen the New World, her eyes lit up a little, "Wh—Natsume blushed."

"So you're shy too!"

"No, don't talk nonsense." Natsume Zeping pursed his lips, and turned his eyes to the man beside him, as if he was trying to avoid it.

"—H."

"."

Natsume Zehei didn't speak anymore, just held her wrist with a little force.

Because of his poor physical strength, Yumi Sato didn't notice at all, only thought he was shy.

"Let's go." Natsume Zeping grabbed her hand and walked out, trying to get away from the crowd.

"No." Yumi Sato held him back. How could she let go of such a good opportunity? !
"I want to see the show, but I can't leave now."

"Well"

Natsume Zehei stopped, took a deep breath of turbid air, and walked beside her again.

"Only for a while."

"hey-hey--"

Yumi Sato smiled brightly, she stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear: "You are scared."

"..."

Natsume Zehei took a step back a little later, something was rippling in the girl's beautiful eyes, which was very dangerous.

She leaned on Natsume's shoulders and stood on tiptoe, looking at the stage.The hot air that was exhaled hit the earlobe in strands and strands.

Not long after, Natsume felt a little hot on his face.

"Look, she's dancing—" she pointed to the stage.

"Ah."

Natsume Zehei turned his head, and Yumi's side face flashed away. He carefully examined the girls on the stage, without admiration or amazement of beauty, only a pure evaluation and review on the dance.

"The basic skills are not solid, and the movements are a little soft. I haven't kept up with the rhythm, and my body is a little stiff."

".Why did you suddenly become serious?"

Yumi Sato covered his mouth in dissatisfaction, "I think it looks good, Natsume is not allowed to say any more."

"...then it will look good." Natsume Zehei breathed in silence.

The pleasant smell spread in the girl's hands, and even the turbid air became sweet.

Yumi Sato covered it for a while, and suddenly felt sweaty palms. She lowered her head and stared at Natsume for a while, her willow eyebrows slightly raised.

"Do you like my smell?"

"It's too strong, I don't like it."

Natsume Zehei avoided her gaze and said calmly.

"The tongue is not the heart."

Yumi Sato said softly, she lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings.

"However, I forgive you."

(End of this chapter)