My Girlfriend is a Wicked Girl

Fuyumi greeted softly, but Kitahara Hideji shook his head in the dark and smiled, "Don't worry about me."

He is not a macho, but he is stronger than Little Carrot, and now he is in common trouble. Then he feels that he should take greater responsibility and take care of Little Carrot instead of being indifferent and just caring about himself-this is His attitude of dealing with things, changed to a strange girl, he would also let out the clothes, anyway, it is just cold and uncomfortable, as long as you don't fall asleep, you won't freeze to death.

Seeing him at the other end of the shelf, Dong Mei refused to come over, and urged: "Don't be a big head, it's obviously cold, what kind of pretense? Come here, I'm all...I don't think about you anymore, what are you hypocritical?"

Kitahara hesitated for a while, but still refused. After all, there are differences between men and women. He smiled and said, "I'm really fine!"

As soon as his voice fell, he heard a squeaky voice from Dongmei, followed by a sound of wind, he instinctively stretched out his hand, and there was a slight warmth between his tentacles, and suddenly found that Dongmei had thrown the windbreaker over.

Dongmei is also a straightforward person. If both of them are cold, this dress belongs to Hideji Kitahara, and she thinks she shouldn't wear it.

And Xiuji Kitahara sighed while holding the clothes, the little radish head has a bad temper!

He took out the phone, shining brightly, and slowly rubbed it along the shelf, and found that Dong Mei was sitting there with her knees trembling-her neat forehead was exposed under her neat bangs, and her dark hair hanging slightly glowing. On the shoulders, only a pair of small ear tips are exposed.

The chin was shrunk in the sweater, covering his mouth and nose, only half of his face was exposed, and the sleeves of the sweater were also stretched, covering the back of the hand, only a few fingers were exposed outside. At the same time, because of sitting, short skirts It’s no more than knees, and wearing winter long thick cotton socks, it seems that her two short legs look a lot slender, and even because of the sitting posture, the two feet wearing calfskin shoes are slightly inside. It seems that the whole person is two more well-behaved...

Of course it was an illusion, this guy was never well-behaved.

Kitahara Shuji closed the phone-there was no signal, so I could only use it as a flashlight, and I had to save electricity as much as possible, in case the lighting could not be turned on-and then sat next to her, silently draping the windbreaker on both sides. Personally.

He wanted Dongmei to wear it, but Dongmei obviously refused to wear it by herself. That was the only way to do it, but soon both of them became depressed-it was useless at all, it didn’t keep warm at all, and it didn’t matter if they didn’t wear it. the difference.

Dongmei said boredly, "You can wear it!"

Hidejiken Kitahara gave way: "You should wear it!"

"This is your clothes!"

"You bought it for me."

"Use your money."

They say something to me, but they can’t confirm their opinions. Kitahara thought for a while. He felt that he was so stupid to waste heat like this. He sighed and said, "Do you mind..."

Dongmi tilted her head in the dark and said nothing. She certainly didn't mind, she had already greeted Xiuji Kitahara just now, and it was Xiuji Kitahara that had to be hypocritical-she didn't think that Xiuji Kitahara was a big pervert who had studied small **** since she was a child.

Kitahara Hideji has been with her for a long time, and she also knows some of her temper. This little carrot head has an awkward personality, and generally it means acquiescence if he doesn't say a word.

He crossed his legs, reached out and hugged Dong Mei over, let her sit on her knees with her knees, and then put the windbreaker on him, which is considered to be a windbreaker for the two of them.

That is to say, she is a small-sized girl, so she can't wear it in the dress of a person.

But of course it is still very airy in wearing this way. Dong Mi did not look at Kitahara Hideji. Although it was useless to see it, she couldn't see her toes here, but she was embarrassed to look at him. She hesitated, took off her shoes, put them aside, and took the initiative to adjust her sitting posture. She sat on one of his legs with her **** and her feet on his other leg, trying to squeeze her small body into Hideji Kitahara’s. In his arms, he yanked and yanked, trying to reduce the heat of running. At the same time, he warned: "Don't touch your hands. There is no way now, but you don't want to make an inch of it to me!"

This guy likes to read little H books, he shouldn’t be huddled with him, but he can’t be frozen...it’s also so dark here, it’s so scary, you can feel relieved by squeezing with this guy, but you dare to touch your ass. Killed him on the spot!

With such a tight squeeze, Kitahara Hideji was wondering where to put his hands, and after listening to her words, he quickly said, "I'm not that kind of person." After a while, he wanted to "raise hands and surrender" to prove his innocence. But I didn't think it was appropriate. This posture was easy to leak. After thinking about it, I still gently circled Dongmei.

After the two of them sat down like this, Dongmei mumbled: "It's just too cold. Don't get me wrong. If it wasn't for today's special, I wouldn't be like this-I'm not the faceless and skinless person like Suzuki cocky! If you dare to say something about today... if you dare to say it..."

Kitahara Xiuji said that she had nothing to do with it. She couldn't do anything with Kitahara Xiuji. Fortunately, Kitahara Xiuji still knew it, and quickly promised: "Don't worry, I will definitely not say it."

"That's the best!" Dongmi snorted again, hesitated and put her head on Xiuji Kitahara's shoulders-thanks to her sitting on Xiuji Kitahara's lap, she couldn't reach this place normally because of her height.

The two people huddled together and used each other's body temperature to warm each other. This immediately became much warmer. The cold air in the cave seemed to be a retreat for them in an instant, and even Kitahara Hideji felt particularly comfortable.

Dongmei has a bad temper and a violent personality, but her small body is really soft and fragrant. The milky and milky fragrant smells of fruit, and she feels especially warm when held in her arms like a small stove. Kitahara Xiuji lowered his head slightly, and his chin touched one of her blue silks. It felt soft and itchy, and the fragrance before his nose became more intense. He couldn't help putting his face on it, and Dongmei instantly felt the top of her head slightly. He sank, but only when he wanted to help himself with his head to keep warm, and didn't resist, just crooked more solidly in his arms.

Kitahara Hideji's heart is strange-this is not the first time he hugged a girl so intimately, but the last time he was with this dead carrot head, it was when the old fox suddenly became ill in Fukuzawa Naotaka, this small carrot head hid When crying.

It's her both times, is it a natural fate?

And Dong Mi's nose is full of the breath of Kitahara Hideji's body now. It is very familiar. It is the smell of laundry detergent that she often uses, and she feels that Kitahara Hideji's body is very warm, and the heat continues to spread to her body, even as if it is slowly soaking into her bones, and she is immediately shy. Slightly started shaking.

Her energy is mainly focused on the family. Except for Kitahara Hideji, she has never had such close contact with other boys. Even if she barely suppressed it, she couldn't stop shaking.

The two were tightly attached, and Kitahara immediately felt it, and understood that it is not easy for Yidongmei's awkward temperament to be able to squeeze with him-if you need to change a person, it is impossible to do such a thing. Maybe someone asked to hug her to keep warm, and she would immediately suspect that the other party was moved. She stepped forward with a Fukuzawa secret technique to kill a pig and knocked the person to the ground, and then kicked a hundred feet. .

She warned herself, but she still trusted herself very much in her heart.

His heart softened, and he couldn't help but bow his head and said, "Thank you, Fukuzawa." She could wear this trench coat by herself, and he didn't mind, there was no need to make such sacrifices.

Dongmei rubbed his shoulders and chest, and said dullly: "Don't say thank you, anyway, when you leave here, you will assume that this has never happened, and you promised not to say it. Besides, this is your clothes. I should say thank you..."

She paused slightly as she spoke, and said softly: "I should have said thank you-thank you!"

Kitahara Xiuji rubbed the top of her head, feeling like an experience he had never had before. The more he rubbed, the softer his heart became, and he said softly, "You don't have to say thank you, I should have let you wear it."

"No, I'm not referring to clothes... We don't know if we can go out. It doesn't matter if I tell you now-after you came, I am very relieved, so I always want to say thank you."

Kitahara Shuji was taken aback for a moment, and smiled: "It's because of the store? Didn't you thank you already?"

"Some are because of that, but mainly because you can take good care of everyone, and... also take care of me." Dongmei's voice is very low, if it is not for the silence around, I am afraid that I can't hear it at all, "I was always protecting me before. Everyone, take care of everyone. After you came, I felt a lot easier... Do you know? Actually, I'm usually very scared. I'm afraid that my family will break down. I'm afraid that I'll betray my mother's trust. I made the wrong decision and hurt everyone, but after you came, I became scared less often, and I felt very relieved that even if I made a mistake, you would help me make up for it and take care of everyone..."

She always wanted to speak, but she couldn't pull her face to speak softly. She could only express it sideways through small things like knitting sweaters, washing clothes, and changing sheets.

Kitahara Xiuji said softly and comforted: "You have done a very good job, and if you try your best, no one will blame you even if something happens. There is no need to worry about it."

This is what he said from the bottom of his heart. In fact, he thinks that little carrot head is very good everywhere except being violent and careful~www.readwn.com~, there is really not much to blame, even if it is a bit violent, there is not much to say. The place.

No one is perfect, no gold is perfect, who dares to say that there is nothing wrong with him? The one who is ok at all is the saint, the saint is dead long ago.

Many people can't see their own shortcomings, they just stare at others' shortcomings, and they are blind to their strengths. That kind of behavior is silly, and he doesn't want to be that kind of person.

Dongmei didn't answer him again, but quietly leaned against his chest, raised her hand and wiped her eyes quietly.

Kitahara Xiuji felt her movements and asked in surprise, "You...cry?"

"I didn't cry."

"You cried..."

"I didn't cry!"

Hideji Kitahara doesn't believe it, Dongmei often has a hard duck mouth, but why is she crying so well? He couldn't help reaching out to touch it, but Dong Mei reacted quickly, slapped his hand away, and said dullly, "Don't think that my hands and feet are taking advantage of me!"

Kitahara Xiuji already felt a bit of cold wet marks from his fingertips, and asked softly, "Are you still afraid?"

"I'm not afraid!"

Hideji Kitahara really didn't know how to cure Dongmi's hard-mouthed problem, but for a while she still couldn't figure out why she was crying—maybe she's mentally fragile now, afraid of death, or worried about the siblings of Xueli Haruna.

It is very possible, otherwise she will not say what she has never said in her heart, perhaps because she suspects that she might die here.

He took out his handkerchief to touch the darkness and handed it to Dongmei's face, gently saying: "As long as we stick to it, we will be fine! Come on, wipe away your tears!"

"I didn't cry anymore!" Dongmi muttered so but still took it, wiped her face, raised her head and asked to return her handkerchief, and Kitahara Xiuji lowered her head to pick it up, and both of them felt it. The other's warm breath...