Into the enchanting high school by mistake: training camp for handsome men

Chapter 172 Do you want to say: Don’t say other men’s names in front of me [3]

The unique fragrance of cherry blossoms on Fuya Uemori's body completely invaded his articulation.
The man's calm but eyes full of hidden anger were shining brightly in the sunset. I used to think that Uemori-senpai was a very strange person who did things without thinking at all, but now I can't see through him even more.

Is he free to do whatever he wants just because he doesn't hate me?
No, Fuka Uemori is too arrogant and not that kind of person.

I stretched out my hand and pushed him away: "Senior Uemori...what exactly do you want?"

Tears dripped down on the green leaves almost instantly, and fell into the lawn. I stretched my sleeves and wiped the corner of my mouth touched by him, and pushed his shoulder away with lowered eyes: If you only have this kind of 'not annoying' feeling towards Luo Xiaoyi, please don't do such things to me that will make me misunderstand."

Uemori Fuyu narrowed his eyes slightly, his slender black eyelashes trembling in the air: "What does this mean?"

I took a few deep breaths, kept my teeth from chattering, cheered up Luo Xiaoyi, sometimes it is necessary to be a bad guy.

"So... Senior Uemori, please don't come close to me again." If you get closer to me again, I'm afraid that I will be overwhelmed by you because of your special aura, and I'm afraid that I will fall into this situation of Uemori without hesitation. in the black hole.

I pushed away his arm propped on the cherry blossom tree, turned around and wanted to leave, but my head fell into the man's cold clothes and was tightly bound around the waist.

"Luo Xiaoyi, don't leave." It was that commanding tone again, Fuka Uemori's usual style.

Uemori's embrace is soft and warm, which is different from his own coldness. I shook his arm and grabbed his arm: "Can you let go? Senior Uemori."

The black-haired man tightly pursed his lips, with an air of dominance, and his arms tightened even more.

"Please, Uemori-senpai...don't provoke me again."

His heavy breathing came from his ears, and the tip of his nose smelled the unique fragrance of Zao Ying: "Luo Xiaoyi, who provoked who first..."

"So..." the words were not halfway spoken, but were quickly broken by the man's voice like ice slag, Uemori Fuyu tightened his arms, and the wind blew his black hair away: "If this is what you mean If you like it, then, Luo Xunyi, unfortunately, I like you, so I will go to Mori Fuyu, and you will definitely not be allowed to escape from my side."

"...Ex-senpai... You, you, did you just say... that you like it?" The cheeks were flushed, and Zaozakura's whiteness was even more conceived.

Although there is no more violent confession than him in this world, if my ears are not deaf, then Fukao Uemori said the word "like" three seconds ago, although the words are full of Awkward to say no, but I did hear...

The iron pestle was ground into a needle.

I, Luo Xiaoyi, actually heard the confession of that Broken Star's Second Child Disease violent madman Sen Fuyu in my lifetime, Grandpa God, you spoil me so much, alas...why are you crying again?

But those tears that came out couldn't stop no matter what, they overflowed and stained the whole cheek, and suddenly felt that certain parts of the chest were filled.

The original impulse to escape from this embrace disappeared quietly.

Uemori-senpai's embrace is so warm.

(End of this chapter)