I Loaded The Dating Sim

The big white bed, the window opened a bit, and the light and thin curtains swayed like jellyfish under the breeze.

Kujo Miki’s long hair is scattered, and her beloved body is slightly curled up, the quilt on her chest rises and falls, and she makes subtle breathing sounds.

After a while, she turned over in her sleep, her hair being pulled in pain.

She didn’t open her eyes, raised her hand and patted the other side of the bed, but only the soft quilt was photographed.

After squinting for a while, Kujo Miki sat up with a yawn, the quilt slipped off, the new pajamas on the upper body were all wrinkled, and the line of the buttons on the chest broke.

This is the second set of pajamas yesterday. I said I’m going to sleep, but it’s still bad.

The person who made clothes like this is no longer there. Just now she accidentally suppressed her long hair.

Take off her pajamas, go to the bathroom and simply wash her body, put on a comfortable western shirt and tunic skirt, and walk downstairs slowly.

The maid immediately brought the prepared breakfast to the table.

Kujo Miki is eating while reading the material that should have been read last night.

After eating, the usual amount was still not enough, so let me do a little more. Looking at the information gap, she noticed the sunflower in the vase.

The insertion was crooked, and the individual shriveled petals were not picked, and the extra leaves were not removed.

When the national orchestral tournament is over, let him learn flower arrangement.

Thinking about this, she suddenly heard the faint sound of hua hua water coming from the backyard.

Kujo Miki’s face is hard to look at all at once.

The backyard is a swimming pool. She doesn’t like others to touch her, including items. Even the clothes are worn by herself. The swimming pool is more impossible for anyone to enter.

“Who is behind?” She asked a maid beside her.

The maid bowed her head in fright by the gloom between her eyebrows, put her hands in front of her, and hurriedly replied: “It’s Watanabe Young Master.”

Kujo Miki was stunned. , I thought it was a maid who wanted to die, didn’t expect Watanabe Toru.

This person usually goes back to morning exercises early in the morning, but he didn’t leave today?

“Go, make his voice quieter.”

“Yes.” The maid hurriedly walked towards the pool, taking small, fast and silent steps.

After a while, she drank a second glass of milk, and Watanabe Toru walked in before the shirt was buttoned.

“The swimming pool on your side is too small.”

“It was not for your fitness.” Kujo Miki put down the cup, put his face on his side, and looked at the tablet. , While responding perfunctorily.

Watanabe Toru walked over and drank her milk, but still felt thirsty.

He said to the maid: “Take two more glasses, please.”

“Yes.”

“I don’t need it anymore.” Kujo Miki is lazy Said something.

After the maid left, she looked at Watanabe Toru who was buttoning her shirt: “Why didn’t you go back today?”

“My oboe no longer needs to be practiced.”

“Aren’t you practicing for the sports festival with Kiyano these two days?” Kujo Miki said indifferently.

“That’s what I have nothing to do.”

“Then you have something to do today? What is it?”

“Be with you.”

“I want to work.”

“Then you accompany me.”

Kujo Miki pursed the corners of his mouth in disgust, retracting his gaze.

“Thank you.” Watanabe Toru took the milk directly from the maid, and sat down with Kujo Miki, “How about, go shopping later and see what movies are there?”

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“Didn’t I tell you that I have a job.”

“Then I will help you, just study it.”

“You? Be yours at ease Going son-in-law, don’t think of anything useless.” Kujo Miki put his right leg on his left leg, and the slippers on his left foot hung on his toes, shaking gently.

“You look down on me?” Watanabe Toru took a sip of milk, “Am I the kind of person who plots your fortune?”

“Isn’t it?”

“I am doing Miki your body!”

“Talking witty all day, be honest.”

“Will you go or not?” Watanabe Toru urged. .

“Don’t go.”

“That’s going.”

“You can’t hear what I said?” Kujo Miki raised his eyes, his tone was awe-inspiring .

“The book I read says that girl’s words must be understood backwards, and you said you went to bed last night, but didn’t you also play with me until midnight?”

Kujo Miki stretched out his left foot, separated the toe from the second toe, and clamped the meat on Watanabe Toru’s waist: “Who is it that wakes me up?”

“Blame you for being too beautiful, and for me too Love you.” Watanabe Toru fished her feet up, placed them on her lap, and squeezed them lightly.

“Don’t make lustful words so nice.”

“I am only horny to you, that’s why Miki you.”

“You treat others People are lustful,” Kujo Miki said in an indifferent tone.

“Sorry, I can’t do it, I don’t feel anything for other people.” Watanabe Toru resolutely refused.

The maids were amused by him. Kujo Miki swept around, and they immediately calmed down.

“I have taken time off today, should I go?” Watanabe Toru patted his beautiful legs.

Kujo Miki did not speak, looking at the tablet in his hand.

“If you don’t speak, you agree!” Watanabe Toru put her legs down, drank the milk in one breath, then stood up, “Go, change clothes!”

He went to Behind Kujo Miki, he picked up and went upstairs.

Walking on the stairs, Kujo Miki nestled in his arms and yawned and said, “Aren’t your legs soft?”

“Your legs are soft?” Watanabe Toru lowered Head, asked.

“…no.”

Looking at her cold eyes, Watanabe Toru wisely chose to shut up.

Kujo Miki deserves to be Eldest Young Lady. Her cloakroom is the same as the boutiques in the Aoyama 1-chome trendy shopping area. It is a large space about four meters high. There will be various brands regularly sending the latest updates. Models of seasonal clothing.

Recently, men’s clothing will also be sent to the Watanabe Toru who comes to stay overnight to replace it.

“What do you want to wear?” Watanabe Toru put her on the sofa in the cloakroom.

“No.”

“You can’t be born naked, then I don’t allow it. You can only be seen by me.”

” Hmm.” Kujo Miki lay on his back on the sofa, looking languid.

“How about dressing up a civilian today?”

“Yeah.” Kujo Miki lazily complied, “You choose.”

Watanabe Toru row Looking over, she chose black short sleeves, with a string of English letters printed on them, and then a deep red cardigan sweater with jeans on the bottom.

He chose a black red baseball uniform jacket and black slacks.

changed clothes, regardless of the price of the clothes, the two of them look no different from ordinary high school student couples, except that they look a little bit higher.

Without a car, Watanabe Toru and Kujo Miki walked away from the villa area holding hands, along the Sanda Line railway towards the Jimbocho Bookstore area.

It was October 11th, a Sunday afternoon, and the weather was fine.

The tram rumbling by, the sun passing through the yellowed tree leaves, caressing every passerby;

The couple walking oncoming, the girlfriend holding her boyfriend’s hand, his face always Looking at him with a smile, her boyfriend also responded with a smile, and the two of them whispered;

Three female college students were sitting on the roadside chairs with crepes in their hands, their heads together, Take a selfie with your mouth;

A group of men passing by, pushing each other, one man jumped on the back of another man, almost overwhelming him;

Across the road, there was an old man holding a dog, and another woman with a shopping bag, standing at the entrance of the street waiting for the traffic lights.

The two walked for about ten minutes. Kujo Miki felt his body heat up, so he half took off the cardigan and hung it on his wrist.

Her figure is thin, but it feels comfortable to the touch, and then because of this natural and elegant thinness, she brings out the bulging of her chest.

Watanabe Toru couldn’t help but reach out and put his arms around her nothing more beautiful can be imagined thin waist.

“It’s hot.” Kujo Miki let him put his arms around, slapped his hands lightly, “Find a place to rest.”

“Go there.” Watanabe Toru pointed Looking at a bookstore on the side of the road, her eyes fell on her small white ears.

Kujo Miki nodded.

There is no air conditioner in the bookstore, but maybe because there are too many books and fewer people, and there is a negative layer, the temperature is much lower than outside.

The two went down the stairs to the negative floor and walked to the corner.

Watanabe Toru sat down on a chair decorated as a staircase in front of the bookshelf.

“Sit down, too.” Watanabe Toru moved to the side of the stair railing, letting it out.

Kujo Miki looked at the stairs, very disgusted, but sat down beside him.

“It’s better to work at home when you come to this place,” she said.

“Why? And at the beginning of this time, your physical strength is too weak.”

“Then tell me, what’s the point of this place?”

“Read the book.” Watanabe Toru leaned over in front of her and looked at the bookshelf by the stairs.

He gazes in rows where he can reach: “The Asuka? This is it, I will read Tagore’s poems to you.”

” Can you be more bored?” Kujo Miki hugged his arms and said grimly.

Watanabe Toru thought for a while and had to admit: “It’s a bit boring.”

Probably, no one will come to the bookstore to rest with his girlfriend on Sunday, even if there is one. Wouldn’t sit here and read Tagore to his girlfriend.

Watanabe Toru will not, except Tagore, the books on his hand are all poetry collections of unknown poets.

“Everything is silent like a mystery” by a Polish female writer, “I like everything” by Kaneko Meiling, “The Collection of Leaves of Grass” by an American poet, “Anthology of Wordsworth Poems” by a British poet… …

Who knows these.

I have to thank the motherland for putting “The Collection of Flying Birds” into the scope of the college entrance examination. Otherwise, Watanabe Toru only knows that Tagore is an Indian poet, but does not know who the author of “The Collection of Flying Birds” is.

Watanabe Toru right hand is patted on Kujo Miki’s plump thighs, so it’s time to comfort her.

Then, with his left hand, he opened the new “Asuka Collection” which looked like he had just bought it with one hand.

“”Man is a newborn child, and his power is the power of growth.”” Yin and Yang finished reading in a frustrating manner, Watanabe Toru turned his head to look at Kujo Miki, “What do you mean? “

“You ask me? “

“I don’t understand either. “Watanabe Toru touched the flesh on her leg subconsciously, and continued to read the next sentence, “”I have the stars in the sky, but, alas, the little light in my house is not lit.”

“How can Tagore win the Nobel Prize for Literature?” “

“Wait a minute, Miki, you are so rude. If you don’t understand, it can only prove that your education level is not enough, or your aesthetics is inconsistent. “

“You are the first in liberal arts, do you understand?” “

“I’ll take a look again, maybe I will understand. “

Kujo Miki gave Watanabe Toru a blank look and waved his squeezed hands away.

Watanabe Toru did not miss the touch of her thighs either, holding a book in one hand and turning the other. Page, after looking for a while, said: “Ah, this sentence is good. “

“Read it and listen. “Kujo Miki replied softly, resting his elbows on his knees, holding his face in his hands, and looking towards the collection of poems in his hands.

“”A melancholy voice, nestling in the passing water In his years. It sang to me at night: “After reading, Watanabe Toru turned his head to look at Kujo Miki again, “I love you.””

“Hmm. “

“The reaction was too cold, right? I’m saying’I love you’ eh. “

“Aren’t you reading poetry?” “

“This is called lyricism by poetry. “Watanabe Toru put on a divine light flashed posture, “Ah, haven’t I already resonated with Tagore?” Miki, maybe your boyfriend and I will be the winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature in the future! “

“This is hard to say. “Kujo Miki lifted his chin, raised his face, and looked into his eyes with a smile.

He holds a collection of poems in his hand, and if he ignores his nonsense, he will speak with a youthful spirit.

Watanabe Toru also looked at Kujo Miki, facing the dim and bright light on the first floor, her beautiful face was dyed soft gold.

Look at this piece of his There is sweetness and happiness in his face.

“Miki, my beautiful Princess, can I kiss you? “He smiled and said softly.

“This is what Tagore said? “

“Hmm. “

“If you lie to me, I will punish you. “

“Tagore once said that silence is a virtue, but being silent in front of the person you like is cowardice, so he will be happy to admit that he said that just now. “

“glib tongue. “Kujo Miki sneered and cursed.

“Well, I said, but it doesn’t matter. “

Watanabe Toru put Tagore and his “Asuka” aside, and reached out to put Kujo Miki in his arms.

“Is there anything else I want to say?” “He pressed her forehead and said softly, “If not, I will kiss.” “

“I allowed it. “The queen in Watanabe Toru’s arms ordered.

Watanabe Toru looked into her eyes, and Kujo Miki also looked into his eyes. The two are not shy, only warm and sweet.

Watanabe Toru held her shoulders and kissed her mouth quietly.

Kujo Miki’s shoulders trembled slightly, and then his body became soft as before.

13 After a second, the two separated.

“Miki, my beautiful Princess, I love you. “Watanabe Toru’s sighing voice sounded between the two slightly separated lips.

“I also…love you. “

Black hair slipped on his shoulders, and the sweet fragrance of Kujo Miki’s body lingered on the tip of Watanabe Toru’s nose.

In the underground bookstore in Kanda Jimbocho, the two kissed again intimately. Together.

After enough time for Watanabe Toru to memorize “Asuka”, the two are ready to leave this old bookstore with no customers.

When he got up, Watanabe Toru did not Be careful when stepping on the cardigan that Kujo Miki didn’t know when it slipped off, she glared at him, but said something.

Watanabe Toru helped her pat the dust off and went to the counter to buy “Asuka” .