Is it really a straight girl?

Xuewu finally looked back coldly, did not respond to Chitose's words, staggered stiffly, and limped on the mahogany steps.

Grab the handrail and go upstairs slowly.

Unable to hide the intermittent sound.

Does this mean that he doesn't want to answer... Is it so ridiculous that he doesn't need to answer, or is Chitose really right.

Ms. Miji's thinking ability was unable to clarify and explain the problems in her mind, so when she tried hard to think about the threads of thinking twisted into intertwined mess in her mind, she became dazed again.

Instinctively stuffed one popcorn after another into his mouth.

Is it really a gift?Kind of delicious!

If it's really a gift, Miss Chitose's luck is a bit too good!

Yaki also wanted to have such good luck.

However, since I was eating by myself, I guess it was good luck. .

"What do you think Miss?"

When Xuewu went upstairs and his figure was no longer visible, Chitose still held Miss Mi Ji in his arms, and asked softly in Mi Ji's ear.

The girl was in a daze: "What are you thinking?"

"Whose opinion do you think is worth listening to what I said to Xuewu?" Chitose explained a little.

"Hey..." Miji didn't think about it at all: "I think everyone is a good person, but what Chitose and Xuewu said doesn't look very good."

The girl didn't admit it directly, but only revealed her instinctive and experienced thoughts between words.

"Although Ms. Xuewu is a killer, even so, you can't just think that she is a cold-blooded or dangerous type." Mi Ji simply pulled out her previous thoughts from her mind.

The English that Chitose just said refers to Xuewu's identity as a killer.

and many more……

Miss Chitose seems to be a private detective or some kind of group that cooperates with the government.

So they don't deal with it professionally?

No no, Ms. Yukigiri said that she is cooperating with the official, and she looks black and white. The reason why she had a good relationship with Chitose before is because she has worked with Chitose for a long time.

And even in Miki's subconscious dream...

These two people are really contradictory. It seems that the connections and conflicts between them can be found in many places, whether it is personality traits, occupations or long-term experiences and positions.

Sure enough, they are long-time friends. They must have had a lot of stories.

"But what I said is true. Xuewu is very dangerous to you, miss." Chitose said in a absent-minded tone like a daily chat, rubbed his shoulders again, and turned his gaze back to the TV.

This vampire-related movie has been played for a long time, but Yaki didn't remember its ups and downs at all.

I don't seem to have watched this movie much. After sitting on the sofa, my attention has nothing to do with the movie.

Until now.

Miss Chitose's faint body fragrance still infects the girl's sense of smell, and the soft touch gradually becomes familiar and intimate.

Miki shook her head lightly: "Chitose may really think she is dangerous, but I think Miss Yukigiri was a very good person before she was a killer."

"Chitose too." The girl added later: "Although there may be some special characters, and something bad happened with Xuewu before, but..."

But after knowing about the terminal illness, Yaki still understood Chitose's extreme thoughts.

His expressions are always gentle and friendly, but his actions are always extreme to the point of paranoia.

"I also don't think Chitose is like what Ms. Yukigiri said...because."

Miji looked at the bright screen, but she was not watching a movie.

It's not like a person who really has no heart and feelings, as he said.

Miss Xuewu can say such adjectives as fraudster and sinner, but Miji cannot use them to describe the white-haired girl beside her.

Everyone in the apartment didn't seem to like her appearance very much, but after Yaki knew that it was deliberately manipulated because of Chitose's terminal illness, there was only compassion left.

"Chitose has a heart."

She is also looking forward to, hoping that the other party will be a truly gentle and loving person, as long as this terminal illness is cured...

Thinking of this, the girl sighed again in her heart.

"Miss, it's great that you can think like this." The girl leaning on Mi Ji's round shoulder whispered in his ear: "Because I am often misunderstood, I always feel that I am wronged, and I want to put my heart Take it out and show them."

"Don't say such scary things."

There are already quite a few bloody scenes in the movies being played now, so when Yaki hears this kind of words, the scene Chitose narrated will appear in his mind.

This white-haired girl pulled out her heart, it must be very weird.

Chitose raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but the arms around the girl's neck and shoulders were still not loosened.

"However, Miss is so childish." She said, "It's as childish as I thought."

"...I don't think so. Is it naive to think that everyone is a good person? It doesn't make sense at all." Mi Ji found some clear thoughts to refute.

"However, maybe it's because of this childishness that Miss is carefree." There was a slight smile in her voice.

What a carefree thing.

Mi Ji has to worry all day long that if she lives among a bunch of lilies, her orientation will be distorted, or even her chastity will be lost.

But if you think about it this way, compared to always cooperating with Mr. Police, Ms. Chitose and other roommates who seem to be investigating and handling various crimes seem to be a bit carefree...

Well, Ms. Yaki, who only has a job like a cook, is indeed a little more at ease than being a killer, a private detective, or a tenant in other serious industries.

So the girl didn't refute anymore.

But Miki is not childish, that's for sure, eh!

"Then, I want to ask Miss a question." Chitose seemed to be chatting, staring at the constantly changing screen in front of her, the fluorescent light of the TV reflected in her pale golden pupils.

"What?" The girl naturally responded to the other party's chat.

"Miss, are you expecting that we are all the so-called good people in your eyes?"

This question is a bit strange.

"What's wrong?"

"Are you looking forward to it?" Chitose repeated

Miki nodded, acknowledging this.

It is expected, so it will be better.

Yaki didn't quite understand why Chitose asked such a question.

"Is that so." Chitose half-closed her eyes, looking at the screen with a very relaxed gaze.

"Then, everyone may indeed be a good person." She said: "At least, the good side will gradually overwhelm other sides."

"Slowly, slowly."

The voice was very soft, and Chitose seemed to be suffering from some kind of sleepiness.

In a drunken state, Ms. Yaki failed to understand the deep meaning of the other party's words.

It was only the next moment that she felt that Chitose's neck and shoulders around her were slowly loosening, and then retreated away.

Chitose covered his lips with his left hand, and let out a silent breath.

"I'm a little sleepy, so let's go first."

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170 Seven. Miss Lianhua can't figure it out anymore

After finishing speaking, Chitose let go of Miki lazily and moved away.

The place where the skin touched each other left a hollow warmth.

The pure white casual sneakers stepped on the wooden floor, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away for a while, walking towards the third floor, gradually became weaker and disappeared under Miss Miji's observation.

The girl with a foggy head was sitting blankly on the sofa alone, the remaining traces and smells of Miss Chitose still existed in her perception.

For example, the skin on the outside of the left leg, the shoulder and neck, the back of the waist and the chest, and the round left shoulder once held warm pressure and temperature, which is the temperature exchanged between them.

The flavors of the two are also infused with each other.

Ms. Yaki has not been able to adapt to this until now.

She placed her right hand on her left shoulder, and stroked downwards like silk, wiping away all the places that were just touched by the white-haired girl.

"..."

The surroundings are not silent, whether it is the lines of the movie or various ambient sounds, they are all rendering today's night.

But Miji always felt paradoxically that his side was becoming quieter and quieter.

After being in a daze for a few minutes, Miss Chitose should have gone up to the third floor and returned to her room.

The screen was flickering brightly, and the film was proceeding in an orderly manner. This is not a film about vampires, it was just Miji's casual mention, and she had no interest in it at all.

After the girl came back to her senses, she realized that the popcorn in her mouth had never been broken during her daze...

I probably ate too many sweets today. Although I have been exercising for a while, eating so many sweets is not good anyway.

The girl shifted her bewildered gaze from the TV to the large popcorn bucket on the table.

Why did I never stop eating popcorn, but didn't feel full at all?

Could this sweet food really be packed in a different-dimensional stomach?

Could it be possible not to increase Miki's weight?

The girl tried her best to muster up her will, forcibly knotted and tied the plastic bag outside the bucket of popcorn, and pushed it to the other corner of the long glass table, where Miki couldn't reach it with her hands on the sofa.

She turned her eyes to look at the movie that was playing. The screen was either a gunfight or a scene of eerie environment. Ms. Miji, who skipped the plot, had no interest in it at all. She lazily rested her chin and watched it for a while. It was like reading a boring book, so boring that Mi Ji let out a sigh of relief.

It's almost eleven o'clock at night.

The inhibitory effect of alcohol on the central nervous system makes the girl feel weak sleepy in loneliness after losing her company.

The lines in the movie and various chaotic sounds made Miji even more impatient, so he grabbed the TV remote control over there, pressed it twice to turn off the movie, returned to the initial interface, selected the red shutdown module, and the screen On the white light.