Evil schoolgirl stalks me

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bang~

The girl jumped down from the window sill and subconsciously held Natsume Yayoi's arm to steady herself.

Then, she ran to the sofa, took off the shoes she had just put on, knelt down and sat on it, and waved to Natsume Yayoi.

"Junior, come~"

Natsume Yayoi took out the novel they had not finished reading from her schoolbag and walked to the sofa.

The heavy rain outside the window was as fierce as last night. In the classroom, the two of them cuddled together and read a book just like last night.

The smell of the girl in my arms smells better than last night

Chapter 143 Qianye Qianhua longs for a hug

It rained non-stop last night, and there was a continuous sound of pattering outside the window. The bedroom was as quiet as a world isolated by rain.

In such an environment, people can easily become lazy, so much so that even though Natsume Yayoi woke up very early, she still stayed in bed and didn't want to get up.

It's the weekend anyway, and the time agreed with Aikawa is tomorrow. There's nothing to do today, and no one will bother...

"Mr. Natsume, I learned a new breakfast dish today, you..."

Suddenly, Chiba Qianhua pushed the door open and entered.

Because she has the key given to her by Natsume Yayoi, she can enter Natsume's house at any time.

"Good morning, Chika." Natsume Yayoi turned over lazily, lying on the bed, waving to Chiba Chika with her face turned sideways.

"Mr. Natsume, did you stay up late last night? Did I wake you?"

"It's nothing. I just don't want to get up."

"Huh?" Qianye Qianhua was a little surprised.

"what happened?"

"I didn't expect that Mr. Natsume would sleep in sometimes~"

"Ah."

After responding, Natsume Yayoi sat up.

When Qianba Qianhua saw Natsume's naked chest, she subconsciously looked away, but she soon calmed down.

She stepped forward, picked up the top of his pajamas that he accidentally kicked and dropped on the floor last night, shook them twice, and handed them to him.

"Mr. Natsume, here it is."

"Thank you."

Natsume Yayoi took it with both hands, put on her shirt, got out of bed and rubbed her head, then walked out of the bedroom to wash up.

The girl covered her head with her hands, as if she could retain the warmth of his palms, and smiled happily.

Then, she looked around the bedroom and began to tidy it up for him.

Natsume Yayoi finished washing and walked out of the bathroom.Qianba Qianhua was sitting obediently on the sofa looking at him, with a dinner plate covered by a thermal cover placed in front of her.

He walked over.

"What's for breakfast today?"

"Mr. Natsume, guess what?" Chiba Qianhua said with a smile.

Looking at the girl's mysterious smile, Natsume Yayoi became a little curious.

He looked at the plate in front of him and sniffed hard.

A smell so distant that it seemed like a memory from a previous life penetrated his nostrils.

Natsume Yayoi was stunned for a moment.

"Why would you do this?" he couldn't help but ask.

"It seems that Mr. Natsume has already guessed it." Qianba Qianhua said in a tone that was true.

Then, she opened the thermos cover. What was on the plate was not the kind of breakfast that Japanese families would see.

Instead, it looks like the fried dough sticks and xiaolongbao that are often seen in the streets and alleys in China.

Although the fried dough sticks look small and different from the long fried dough sticks in China, and the xiaolongbao is a bit weird in shape, the taste is not much different from what I remember.

"When did you learn it?" Natsume Yayoi picked up a fried dough stick and stuffed it into her mouth, asking vaguely.

"I recently bought a Chinese cooking guide and am currently studying it," Qianba Qianhua explained, and then asked: "How does it taste?"

"I miss it very much."

Miss it?

Qianba Qianhua's eyes flashed when she heard this word.

Then, she helped open the warm milk, inserted the straw into it, and handed it to him.

Natsume Yayoi took it and took a sip.

After the food and milk went down her throat, Natsume Yayoi smacked her lips with regret.

"It's a pity that soy milk is missing~"

"[Soy Milk]? I bought a [Soy Milk Maker] online and it will arrive soon."

Natsume Yayoi was very surprised by Chiba Chika's words.

"Why did you buy that? Don't you usually drink miso?"

"I like eating Chinese food now, and my mother also likes it, so I bought it." Chiba Qianhua said.

As for the probing question, she already got the answer after Natsume Yayoi said she missed her very much.

"Oh"

Natsume Yayoi picked up the steamed bun again, stuffed it in and chewed it.

It's not fish meat inside, it's shrimp meat.

But it tastes good.

"Qianhua's cooking skills are very good!" Natsume Yayoi praised without hesitation.

Qianye Qianhua's heart moved.

She tentatively said: "If Mr. Natsume likes it, I will cook it for you every day."

"It's too much trouble to do it every day."

Qianba Qianhua shook her head and said: "Nothing, if it is Mr. Natsume, I am very willing."

Natsume Yayoi put down the milk she was holding, rubbed her fluffy hair vigorously, and said:

"That's not possible. How can you say that children prepare food for adults every day? The reverse is almost the same~"

The girl's head moved back and forth with his hand.

in turn?

Natsume-san, do you want to cook for me every day?

Wouldn’t that be a family?

Thinking of getting up every morning and seeing Natsume Yayoi preparing breakfast for herself in the kitchen, Chiba Chika couldn't help but feel happy.

just

"Hey, Mr. Natsume~"

Hearing something strange about Chiba Chika's voice, Natsume Yayoi stopped rubbing her hair.

"what happened?"

"Have you finished reading Mom's new work?"

"Well, I just finished watching it yesterday."

"How does it feel to read it?"

"The first half is very Rika-san's style. It's easy to read and feels very warm. However, my daughter's sudden death still surprised me. Although from a rational point of view, there is nothing wrong with it, but it is still difficult. Accept it. But I still finished reading it, it’s a great work.” Natsume Yayoi gave her answer in detail.

"That's right. It seems that Mr. Natsume likes mom's works very much."

"Ah."

"That's good."

Qianye Qianhua lowered her head and muttered softly.

Seeing that she was in a low mood, Natsume Yayoi asked worriedly: "Qianhua, what's wrong with you?"

The girl was silent for a while.

"Mr. Natsume, I, I had a dream yesterday~"

"Nightmare?"

"Yeah. Very scary~"

As if thinking of the scene in her dream, Qianba Qianhua shivered all over.

Seeing this, Natsume Yayoi quickly put her hand on top of her head and comforted her: "It's just a dream, don't worry."

Qianba Qianhua held Natsume Yayoi's hand with her little hand, raised her head and looked at him with red eyes.