Natsume-kun just wants to live

Chapter 166 Youth Pig-headed Boy
In the toilet, the space is a bit cramped.

Shoulder to shoulder, face to face, so close that we can touch each other's breath.

Heavy, sweet breath, intoxicating.

Natsume Zeping frowned, unable to bear the close distance.

Sensing his impatience, Miho Sato squatted down and half-kneeled in front of him.

The two high-heeled shoes were taken off indiscriminately, and the white and tender feet stepped on the ground, not caring about the dust at all-the ( ) stickers under the evening dress were clearly visible.

The original image of a serious, beautiful lady has been completely abandoned by her.

The person kneeling in front of Natsume at this moment was a () woman out and out.

——But this appearance, no one has seen it except him.

Sometimes, Natsume couldn't hold back the dark thoughts in her heart, and fantasized about taking photos of her and posting them on the Internet, completely exposing her.

But after waking up, he suppressed it again.

——The current Yumi is closely related to Miho Sato.If he exposed Miho Sato, Yumi would be affected too.

Natsume Zeping frowned, thinking about how to deal with it now. Maybe she could be framed and let the minister send her to Tokyo Bay, so that the concrete pillars would support the horizon.

The idea is once and for all, but it's against the law.

Or give her a hard lesson, so that this pervert will have a long memory.

——In fact, it seems that she doesn't have a long memory. Even if Natsume Zehei tried his best in the hotel, it only made her linger.

Reaching out to untie his pants, Natsume Zehei patted him down rudely, the hand trembled slightly, and quickly withdrew it.

"time is limited"

Lowering her head, her eyes were full of mist, and she looked pitiful, but the blush on her cheeks revealed her true thoughts.

"beg me."

Natsume Zeping lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly.

"Please, Natsume"

Someone walked in from outside the door, Sato Miho's words stopped abruptly, she swallowed and said nothing more.

Natsume Zehei sneered, "Speak."

"."

Miho Sato still cares about her own image in front of others.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

It was obviously summer, but the hot air she exhaled was still so clear and obvious.

"Wait until someone leaves—"

"But I want to hear it now."

The footsteps outside the door slowed down a little, as if they noticed something.

Miho Sato's face froze, she couldn't say what she wanted to say at all.

In front of Natsume, she can unscrupulously show her () female side, but she doesn't want others to see this appearance.

What a contradiction.

Seeing Miho Sato's appearance, Natsume Zehei showed an interested smile.

His smile made Sato Miho look a little crazy.

"Undo your clothes." Natsume Zehei said in a normal tone.

"Speak softly, there are people outside." Miho Sato hesitated.

"To shut up."

"Yes"

She unbuttoned the dress, pulled down the zipper,——white thighs, dark purple striped () pants, and () stickers on ().

Natsume Zehei took out his phone and took a picture with a sneer.

"Ms. Sato—"

"I'm here."

"Now, you can go."

About 10 minutes later, Natsume Zeping returned to the ward, panting for breath.

He spread out on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling.

The slight rubbing sound of the pen across the paper, the rustling of fallen leaves in the wind——

The field of vision gradually blurred, and the sound became weaker.

He suddenly trembled and came back to his senses.

—almost fell asleep.

It was clearly still early, only 09:30 in the evening, but he was so tired that he didn't want to move, as if he had exhausted his energy.

The intrigue with the pervert made Natsume a little tired.

Yu Gonghui gave him a strange look; "What's wrong with you? Your face is a little red."

"Too many brain cells die."

"what?"

Yu Gonghui raised her eyebrows.

"Simply put—people who are in trouble are physically and mentally exhausted."

"Is it Miho Sato?"

"Ah."

He nodded.

Amamiya Megumi laughed, "Why, member Natsume likes older ones? I can't speak to her."

"It's not like this--"

"what is that?"

"...the minister won't understand."

Natsume Zeping moved over with a headache and stopped talking.

Seeing him like this, Amamiya Hui giggled, drawing Natsume's dissatisfied gaze.

This woman really can't see him happy!
After laughing, Yu Gonghui looked at the file and said calmly:
"Nishizaki came here just now, and I asked you to come over tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

"Not to say--"

"That's a good situation. With your current body, it's best not to go to school." Yu Gonghui glanced at him, "Of course, you don't have to come."

Natsume Zehei, who heard the irony, nodded, "I see."

It was quiet again in the ward.

One person works while the other is in a daze.

Because he didn't bring any books, Natsume Zeping had nothing to do.

"There are some things that I still can't figure out." Natsume said suddenly.

"what?"

"Minister, why do you think there are people with strange personalities? And what is the reason for the strange personalities—"

"Suddenly what a nerve."

Yu Gonghui cast a glance at him.

"I just can't figure it out," Natsume said.

"Are there any two leaves that are the same in the world?"

"Have."

"Find one for me, member Natsume." Yu Gonghui crossed her arms and looked at him with a sneer.

"Billions of people, everyone is different, how can you ask others to match your personality?"

"makes sense."

Natsume Zehei nodded.

After a while, he turned his head:
"Minister, it's ten o'clock in the evening."

"Member Natsume, don't you see that I'm busy?" Amamiya Hui said bluntly.

"—There is also a spare room next to it."

"You mean let me go next door?"

Yu Gonghui raised her head, her haughty eyes expressed her dissatisfaction.

".No."

"Please listen carefully, member Natsume."

She folded her hands on her chest, her legs in stockings turned up, "It is my honor to be a young pig-headed boy to be able to work here."

"Let's not talk about the slot of honor—what is a young pig-headed boy?"

"Don't you know?" Yu Gonghui showed a surprised look.

"—Who can tell the difference between strange knowledge."

"never mind."

Yu Gonghui put down the document, and explained the meaning to him carefully and in detail.

Looking at her serious and persistent, Natsume Zeping's impetuous heart gradually calmed down.

It turns out that the proud and intelligent young lady—has a different side too.

"Finally, I will remind you one last time, don't disturb my work." Yu Gonghui glared at him, then pushed the cup over: "I want coffee, not too bitter."

"coffee--"

"Any comments?"

"no!"

Natsume Zehei took the cup and walked to the steaming teapot, thinking about the ratio of creamer to coffee powder.

When he brought the steaming coffee to the coffee table, Yu Gonghui kicked the table in dissatisfaction.

I don't know if it's too slow or too noisy.

Anyway, Natsume Zehei does her own thing—eat snacks by her side, and read manga she hasn't finished.

Natsume Zehei lay back on the hospital bed when the eldest lady could hardly stand it anymore, and closed her eyes comfortably.

I hope that when I wake up tomorrow, there will be a young lady in a nurse's uniform sitting on the bedside.

——Wait, why is it Missy? !Can't it be a witch?
He thought so in his dream.

(End of this chapter)