The Yukinoshita family wants me to confess

The question is, which one should I use?

After thinking for a while, Hirakawa Hideo made up her mind, closed her eyes, took a towel and wiped her body clean.

Putting on Teacher Jiang's casual clothes, Hirakawa Hideo felt a little awkward. It didn't look like women's clothes at first glance, but if you looked carefully, you could still tell.

what is that?

Just as Hirakawa was about to leave the bathroom, he accidentally saw something he shouldn't have noticed.

There are other clothes in the clothes basin.

Hideo Hirakawa touched it, it was still hot...

As soon as he touched it, the clothes moved, inadvertently revealing the faintly visible clothes underneath.

This was too exciting for Ping Chuanxiu.

Although there are three women in the family, because Yukinoshita's family is very big, he usually washes in his own bathroom, and this kind of thing never happens.

The lace edge was so naked that it caught the eye.

Teacher Jing likes this style?

Hirakawa Hideo swallowed her saliva.

Although I haven't seen the whole picture, I can vaguely guess the real face based on the books I usually read.

Involuntarily, he turned his head.

His cheeks were hot and hot.

My mind is full of unbelievable thoughts.

I touch it, just touch it, it shouldn't be too much.

Thinking of this, Hirakawa Hideo couldn't help stretching out his hand to pick it up, but when his hand was in the air, he remembered Hiratsuka Shizuka's serious lecture in class.

If I do this kind of thing, won't I become a pervert?

Hirakawa Hideo suddenly withdrew his hand.

Only then did he realize how inappropriate and perverted his behavior was.

Hirakawa Hideo finally turned around and left.

Opening the door, Shizuka Hiratsuka was nowhere to be seen in the living room.

Walking into the bedroom, Hiratsuka Shizuka was indeed lying on the bed.

He walked over and sat down on the bed.

"What, are you still uncomfortable? Have you taken any medicine?"

Looking at Mr. Jiang lying weakly, Hirakawa Xiu felt a little distressed. He has known Mr. Jiang for so long, and he has always looked confident and sunny. He has never seen her show such a weak expression.

"Ahem... I've eaten, and I feel much better now. I'm just still a little sleepy. If I rest for a while, I should be fine."

Hiratsuka Shizuka's tone was a little weak, with a nasal sound.

"Oh..." Hirakawa Hideo didn't say much when she saw Teacher Jiang was so weak, she just sat beside her quietly and looked at her.

Thinking about what I can do to help.

At this moment, Hiratsuka lay quietly on the bed.

There was a touch of blush on the cheeks, which added a bit of morbid beauty to the delicate face.

The slightly curly long hair spread out, winding around the oval face like a flower.

She closed her eyes tightly, her long eyelashes trembling, she was really pretty.

Ping Chuanxiu watched from the side, his heart almost melted into water.

"Did you eat?"

Hideo Hirakawa, who didn't know what to do, sat beside him blankly, and it took a while to remember that Shizuka Hiratsuka was so ill now that she didn't know if she could still cook.

"Ate."

Hiratsuka quietly replied.

"The teacher will take care of himself, you don't have to worry."

There was some comfort in her words.

"Oh……"

Hirakawa Hideo didn't know what to say and was silent for a while.

"Then what do you want to eat, I'll make it for you?"

After a while, he continued.

He had no experience with these things and didn't know how to take care of a patient.

And it was a patient with a fever and no appetite to eat.

"No, the teacher is not hungry."

Shizuo Hiratsuka shook his head.

She glanced at Ping Chuanxiu, and felt that he seemed to be in a daze, and his look of caring about herself but not knowing what to do was a little cute.

"The teacher doesn't need you to take care of it, you should think about yourself more."

Not knowing what came to mind, Hiratsuka laughed quietly and said to Hirakawa Hideo.

"What's wrong with me?"

Hirakawa Hideo was a little depressed.

"You are still like a child, so childish."

Hiratsuka Shizuka said while reaching out her hand to rub Hirakawa Hideo's head.

"Look at you, you haven't dried your hair after taking a shower."

Hiratsuka Shizuka got up and leaned slightly on the back of the bed.

The hair is loose.

"I'm not young anymore, and I'll be an adult in a few months. Besides, I'm so childish."

Hirakawa Hideo couldn't help retorting.

"You don't bring an umbrella, it's naive to come to the teacher in the rain." Hiratsuka stroked Hirakawa Hideo's hair. She looked at Hirakawa Hideo with a strange light in her eyes: "Take care of yourself, teacher. to be happy, understand?"

"Oh……"

Ping Chuanxiu felt a little depressed.

The atmosphere was a bit dull, Hiratsuka Shizuka wanted to say something to ease it, but after all, she was sick and her mind was heavy, and she couldn't think of any suitable words.

"Gu..."

After an unknown amount of time, Hirakawa Hideo's stomach growled.

"It's not childish, you, you haven't eaten yet." Hiratsuka sat up straight, making a gesture to get up: "You are hungry, the teacher will serve you a bowl of noodles for you to eat."

"Don't don't."

Hideo Hirakawa held down Shizuka Hiratsuka.

"I'll do it myself. You are a patient, so how can I bother you?"

Hirakawa Hideo felt a little speechless to herself, and always felt that coming here was a disservice.

"Cough... let me get up, I said I'm much better, it's just a cough."

Hiratsuka Shizuka insisted on getting up, perhaps because she felt that as an elder, she couldn't let the younger generation see her weak appearance.

"No, I'll do it myself."

Ping Chuanxiu still refused to let her get up.

Hiratsuka Shizu ignored him and struggled to get out of bed.Hideo Hirakawa was in a hurry, and she didn't know where the courage came from, so she hugged Shizuka Hiratsuka directly.

"!"

At that moment, both of them trembled like an electric shock.

Hiratsuka Shizuka blushed, wearing only a nightgown, being hugged by her own student.

The hips and back were pressed against Hirakawa Hideo.

Hideo Hirakawa's warm breath hit Shizuka Hiratsuka's neck, itching.

Shizuka Hiratsuka, who was sick, was more than half a beat slower than usual, and he didn't make a stop movement, and he didn't intend to continue clamoring to get out of bed.

Hirakawa Hideo was frightened by her bold actions, and froze there.

The room seemed to be quiet.

Outside the window, the wind was blowing and the rain was still falling.

The wind blows the trees and rustles, and the rain beats on the windows to make a continuous and crisp sound.

The room was very quiet, Hirakawa Hideo could even hear his own heartbeat.

Shizuka Hiratsuka's long hair fell on his face, itching.

It was only then that Hirakawa Hideo realized that Teacher Jiang's clothes were so thin, and the nightgown was so short that it could barely cover the base of her thighs.

The white long legs just rubbed against Hirakawa Hideo.

Hirakawa Hideo couldn't see Hiratsuka Shizuka's expression from behind, but could only see the side face partially hidden by her long hair.

There was a nice smell in the nose.

It was Shizuka Hiratsuka's fragrance.

Hirakawa took a deep breath unconsciously.

She was lying in my arms.

That teacher Jing, who usually looks a little violent on the surface but is actually very gentle, is now in his arms.

Thinking of this, Ping Chuanxiu hugged her even tighter, as if to integrate the two into one.

The two were deadlocked in this posture.

After an unknown amount of time, Hideo Hirakawa let go of her hand.

"Teacher Jing, I'm sorry..."

Shizuka Hiratsuka had no expression on her face, and silently gave a "huh".

"I'm going to cook for you."

Shizuka Hiratsuka said something, then got up and left.

Seeing the back of Shizuka Hiratsuka turning away, Hideo Hirakawa didn't dare to stop.

Everything just now was so unreal.

Teacher Jing's warm and tender thighs seemed to be still resting on her own.

The hand is still warm.

After a while, Hirakawa Hideo felt that the noodles should be ready, so she went out nervously.

—————03—————

It was raining heavily outside.

When the sound of the rain came here, it was only slightly loud, a little pleasant, giving people a sense of tranquility.

It was quiet inside.

Under the orange light, there was a bowl of noodles on the dining table.

Hiratsuka sat beside him quietly, resting his head on his hands and not wanting to think about anything.

That bowl of noodles must be for myself, then...

"Mr. Jing, is this bowl of noodles for me? What about you, don't you want to eat?"

Hideo Hirakawa looked at Shizuka Hiratsuka who was in a daze, and asked cautiously.