Evil schoolgirl stalks me

"Teacher Fujiwara is sick, and I want to see her. If you are afraid of going home alone and facing Ayako's scolding, do you want to come with me?"

Sayuri Aikawa subconsciously wanted to agree.

However, she thought about the joking confession she made to Natsume Yayoi that day, and his words to reject her.

After a moment of silence, she shook her head and said, "I'm going to find Lin and the others. Ayan has a basketball game this afternoon, so I can go and watch it."

"Well, I'll leave first. I'll give you a call when it's over."

"Ah."

After bidding farewell to Sayuri Aikawa, Natsume Yayoi went to the drugstore to buy fever medicine.

It is worth mentioning that in order to avoid a certain situation, he did not buy suppositories.

After arriving at Kaori Fujiwara's residence, he rang the doorbell, then looked at the clock on the wall and thought deeply.

The note on the wall still says "Yukiyo" instead of "Fujiwara".

What is the relationship between Fujiwara Kaori and the Yukiyo family?

Distant relative?Superior or subordinate?Master and servant.

When the conjecture gradually breaks away from reality and begins to develop into surrealism, the door opens.

A woman wrapped in a blanket and wearing a mask just opened the door.The body fell forward.

Natsume Yayoi supported her.

"Sorry, I'm late."

"I should say sorry. Please make a special trip." The woman leaned in his arms and whispered.

"I'll take you back to the bedroom first."

"Ah."

The woman thought that Natsume Yayoi would help her back, but she didn't expect that the latter would pick her up together with the blanket, which made her subconsciously scream.

Then, she quietly curled up into a ball and leaned against his chest.

The boy's chest was broad and his heartbeat was strong.

"Natsume, you are surprisingly manly."

"[Accident] is unnecessary."

"Natsume is very masculine?" the woman said in a different way.

"It should be a statement, not a question. How can you not pay attention to this when teaching Chinese."

"Oh Natsume is so manly."

The woman repeated these words in a very serious tone.

Natsume Yayoi laid her on the bed and threw the medicine next to her.

"I'll get you some water, just wait for me."

"Wait." She grabbed his hand.

"what happened?"

"Just hold it like this for a while, okay?"

As if she was a little shy about her words, the woman used her other hand to pull up the blanket and cover most of her face, leaving only a pair of watery eyes looking at him.

Natsume Yayoi thought to herself: Did she become clingy because she was sick?

"I'll wait until I finish taking the medicine"

"No."

The woman pulled the blanket higher and held her hands tighter.

Although he could easily break free from her hand, Natsume Yayoi would not choose this option that would obviously lower his favorability.

He said in a coaxing tone: "How about taking the medicine first? You can hold it later, as long as it takes."

"No." Fujiwara Kaori refused without thinking.

Natsume Yayoi was a little helpless.

Before he could think of how to coax her, the woman said again: "You, sit over here."

Natsume Yayoi had no choice but to sit down at her request.

"Sit down. What next?"

"Close your eyes."

"Ok?"

"Close your eyes or I'll cry for you. I'll really cry."

For a moment, Natsume Yayoi wanted to answer: I quite like watching women cry.

But this thought only lasted for a moment and was thrown out of his mind.

It's too bad to do this to a sick woman.

He obediently closed his eyes.

Losing sight, the touch of the catkin in my hand became clearer.

The skin is tender, soft and elastic, and the fingers are just the right thickness, so you can separate them slightly and then tighten them.

Intertwined with her fingers, the squeezed knuckles seemed to be imprisoned by gentle chains and could not be separated.

Suddenly, the woman's words made his heart skip a beat.

"You pretended to be sick to deceive me today, and I pretended to be sick to deceive you. Is it fair?"

Natsume Yayoi slowly opened her eyes.

The woman didn't see him open his eyes, of course, even if she did, she wouldn't care.In fact, she just didn't dare to look at him.

She turned her back to him and pulled up a corner of the blanket.

"Because I'm really embarrassed, I have no choice but to call you here like this. Don't think too much about it."

Natsume Yayoi couldn't look away.

The perfectly shaped feet, straight and slender calves, and slightly voluptuous thighs were all wrapped in white socks that showed through the skin.

"Didn't you say you wanted to get the reward you agreed upon at the beginning? But, yes."

Natsume Yayoi's throat moved up and down.

"so?"

"Speak again, me, I will cry for you"

The voice of a woman who was so shy that she was about to cry made Natsume Yayoi fall into silence.

She clearly said that she came to get it because she meant to take it from her, but she seemed to have misunderstood again.

No, it's not a misunderstanding.

Natsume Yayoi bent down.

However, after searching for a long time, I could not find the sock cuff or suspender buckle.

It made his throat feel dry.

"What I'm wearing today"

The woman didn't speak, she just grabbed his hand hard.

Natsuki Yayoi closed her eyes.

Under the indescribable atmosphere, even the breathing became heavy and rapid.

Along with the rustling sound, Natsume Yayoi got her own reward.

As if some important ceremony had been completed, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Then, Natsume Yayoi gently pulled the blanket to cover the woman's white legs.

"I am leaving."

The woman responded with gentle and even breathing.

Knowing that she was pretending to sleep, Natsume Yayoi didn't wait any longer.

He quietly left the bedroom and closed the door.

Even when he was far away from [Yukiyo's house], the boy's fingers still had the silky touch that was warm to his skin.

Chapter 98 What is it if it’s not a confession?

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Natsume Yayoi came to the court and the game was not over yet.

When he came in, he happened to see Kondo Hiko passing through two people like a butterfly through flowers, and scored an easy layup.

Lin Yexiang on the sidelines waved her hands and shouted "Kondo, Kondo", looking like a little fangirl.

Kondo Yan wiped the sweat from his face, smiled at Lin Yexiang, then took two steps back and turned back to defend.

"Why don't you stay at the teacher's house for a while? Are you back so soon?" Sayuri Aikawa asked him.

"I'm afraid you'll be too anxious to wait." Natsume Yayoi said casually.

"Didn't you say that the teacher is not feeling well? Is it okay to just leave like this?"

"There's no big problem, just a slight fever. I just took medicine when I went there and I'm in good spirits."

"Even so, you should stay with her for a while, right? Isn't it pitiful that she is sick and alone at home?"

Sayuri Aikawa once again said what Natsume Yayoi should stay, which made him frown.

"why?"

"what why?"