Miss Shimizu's perfect ending

She folded the plastic packaging in her hands and put it in the garbage bag, then cleared her throat and started yesterday's topic in a nonchalant manner.

"Yesterday... Saori's state was very strange. Although today is not the atmosphere of this matter, I still want to know Saori's thoughts."

As soon as we talked about this topic, Tianhai Saori's peaceful expression suddenly became as pale as wax, and she whispered with erratic eyes:

"I don't have any ideas."

Saori always likes to bury her inner thoughts in her heart, so she has to find another way to let her speak out.

"Saori, do you remember? When I was in junior high school, Usami and I became partners in physical education class."

"Usami?"

"Yes. You were unhappy at the time, so you didn't tell me. Later, I thought about it alone for half a month before I realized that you might not like her. "

"No dislikes about her."—just dislikes being ignored.

Tianhai Saori lowered her eyes halfway, and her thick eyelashes cast shadows to cover up the gloom in her eyes.

"So you don't like it? If Saori has any ideas, please tell me, I... am not a god, I can't guess everyone's thoughts, I just have to say it so I can know."

While talking, Shimizu Sakiren stood up from the stool, then squatted down in front of Amami Saori, stared at her with pure eyes, and said so cautiously and preciously:

"Saori's thoughts are very important to me."

The clouds in the sky are wandering with the wind in the soft blue sky, and time flows very slowly at this moment.

It was supposed to be a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, but even Tianhai Saori's calf was already tensely convulsed, her chest kept rising and falling, and she said nervously:

"I...you said that you only kissed her when you were drunk, but you...I just want to ask, if that person is...someone else or me...would you kiss her too?"

The word "I" was almost swallowed in the final sound of the utterance, almost inaudible.

What was more straightforward than imagined was Shimizu Sakiren's denial, and she immediately replied: "No."

Tianhai Shazhi was no longer in the mood to writhe, a beating heart was like a petrified sculpture, cracked and weathered into wisps of dust.

Her rationality broke through the limit, and she asked abruptly: "Why?"

"Because kissing is a matter of mutual affection, right? If I want to kiss someone I like, I will definitely not kiss her in a drunk state."

Shimizu Sakiren spoke slowly, with a clear and crisp voice, and the gentle tone seemed to be speaking of heart-warming love words, which made people's hearts pounding.

"I will kiss the person I like during my most waking hours. This can not only preserve the good memories related to kissing, but also respect the person I like."

"If someone kisses someone drunk, it's just an illusion catalyzed by alcohol. A wrong kiss means nothing."

"So it's... like this?" Tianhai Saori murmured.

Although there are still some unclear emotions in my heart, they seem to have dispersed.

Seeing her expression slightly stretched, Shimizu Sakiren took advantage of the victory and said caringly:

"Yes, Saori, you didn't sleep well last night, did you? Eye circles are very tired and bloodshot, do you want to rest for a while?"

It's not just as simple as bloodshot, it's simply that the entire face is occupied by exhaustion, and the whole person is exhausted.

"Break? Go back to the classroom now?"

Tianhai Shazhi was a little displeased, but it was too early to go back to the classroom, and she could have left a little more time.

Shimizu Sakiren shook her head, "I mean rest here for a while."

"here?"

Shimizu Sakiren sat back on the stool, her slender legs were put together peacefully, then she straightened her dark pleated skirt along the hem, patted the base of her thighs, and invited her to rest her knees.

"If Saori needs it, it's fine."

"I..." Saori Tianhai was a little awkward, looking at Shimizu Sakiren's sincere eyes, a little at a loss.

"Come on, come on, we took a shower together yesterday, why are you still shy now?"

Shimizu Sakiren chuckled, then stroked Amami Saori's cheek with her hand, and gently guided Amami Saori's head to her thigh.

The girl's thighs are soft and have a cold fragrance, faintly wafting from the tip of her nose.

Looking at her thin chin and the messy neckline around her neck, Tianhai Shazhi was on her lap. The pure white skin made Tianhai Shazhi feel a little distracted.

Well, it seems to work without buttons.

The door on the top floor of the roof is wide open, and there is a hollow glass on the slightly rusted door, through which you can see the whole view of the roof on the left.

And a pair of scarlet eyes were silently watching all this behind the door.

A little disgusted by what she saw, Aoi Ayase simply leaned her back against the door and quietly eavesdropped on what they said.

"Saki Koi...it seems to be back when I was a child."

"Well, kinda, does Saori still want to hear fairy tales?"

"Even if you want to listen, there are no books to read right now."

"I can use my mobile phone to search the Internet and read it to you."

"That's too troublesome, Saki Koi should sing me a lullaby."

"So now Saori is a baby?"

"Yes, I am three years old now."

"It's so naive, I really can't do anything with Saori..."

Such an unhealthy conversation, I really can't listen to it anymore.

Aoi Ayase snorted softly, walked down the stairs lightly but hurriedly as if escaping, until she was sure that the people on the roof could not hear the echoing footsteps, and then strode down the stairs like a fierce drumbeat.

She stuffed the exquisite bento in her hand into the bodyguard Kazuichi Akiyama roughly, with an unconcealable anger in her tone:

"He Yi, I won't have lunch today."

The bodyguard hurriedly put away the lunch box, and asked tentatively, "But miss..."

"Just replace it with a nutrient solution."

As she walked and got hotter and hotter, Aoi Ayase pulled the tie of her shirt on her chest, exposing a section of her fair neck. With a messy neckline and a gloomy expression on her face, she looked like a bad girl showing off her might.

Some people don't count what they say, what did she say yesterday?

She looked at herself with those beautiful jewel-like eyes, and said plausibly:

"Friends are mutual, there is no tame or untamed relationship."

The answer I gave was: "I have already seen your methods, and they are completely useless. Come to me after school tomorrow. No, from tomorrow onwards, I will really tell you what taming is."

In exchange for her twinkling and unyielding eyes, "I am looking forward to becoming friends with Xiaokui."

But now?What did she do?

Yes, there is only a docile relationship between people. If you establish the same docile relationship with others, it is a betrayal.

Q skirt one 6 ⑧ ② one 7 wife Yiliu

Volume 128: Chapter 110 Chapter [-] Chapter [-] Discord between Cats and Dogs

The midday sun in early summer is blocked by a pair of catkins, casting gentle shadows, soft thighs behind the head, and a girl humming softly floating on the tips of her ears.

In such a quiet and peaceful environment, her body was so light that she was about to float, Tianhai Saori closed her eyes comfortably and fell asleep peacefully.

Unknowingly, time slipped away like white dew unknowingly, and Shimizu Sakiren's soft call came from Tianhai Saori's ear.

"Xazhi...Xazhi, it's time for class, it's time to wake up."

"Hmm... so fast?" Tianhai Saori struggled to open her eyes, covered her mouth and yawned, then lazily got up from her lap.

Shimizu Sakiren straightened the wrinkled dress while sleeping, "Yes, it's already [-]:[-], if you don't go back to class, you will be late."

But the heavy drowsiness overwhelmed the fear of being late, Tian Hai Saori was sleepy, and put it on Shimizu Sakiren's shoulder in a daze, "Can't you sleep a little longer?"

Shimizu Sakiren quickly withdrew from a position, and refused solemnly: "You can't be late."

The pressure on the side of the head disappeared, and the familiar fragrance gradually faded away. Tianhai Shazhi was stunned for a few seconds before the purple light in his eyes slowly condensed.

Why don't you ask Sakuren to go home for dinner at night, and you can go for a walk after dinner.

Still a little nostalgic for such a warm atmosphere, she planned to ask:

"Saki Koi, do you have time after school? Do you want to come to my house for dinner? I'll cook!"

After she finished speaking, she patted her chest, full of confidence in her cooking skills.

Shimizu Sakiren looked at Amami Saori, her purple eyes were soft, with a little bright expectation, and she looked eager to try, as if she was going to implement some plans beyond eating after school.

But... I made an appointment with Aoi Ayase after school, and more importantly, the cat MOMO sauce sent by my junior has been hanging in the pet shop for two full days!

I am too incompetent.

Even if she didn't want to say no, Shimizu Sakiren had to struggle to say:

"Well... yes, although I really want to go, but I do have something to do at night, so I can't go for the time being."

"Saki Koi...what's the matter with you?"

"Do you remember momo sauce? When I went out to buy cat food last time, I had a sudden accident, so I left it alone in the pet store, and now I want to take it home."

"So at night, I can't go home or go out with Saori."

……

There was no one else in the corridor, except for Akiyama Kazuichi, who was as majestic as a mountain, standing by the window like a sea god.

Saori looked back and bid farewell with some reluctance, "Goodbye, Misaki..."

"Saori, go to class quickly."

Shimizu Sakiren waved her hand dumbfoundedly, Amami Saori's posture was like her husband who was far away.

Finally sent Tianhai Saori away, the classroom was chattering and laughing, and during every break, there were noisy discussions like flies and insects, Shimizu Sakiren stepped on the end of the class bell, and hurried back to the seat.

But before she was seated, Shimizu Sakiren felt a sharp and resentful gaze, locking on herself like a dazzling spotlight.

The young lady of the dynasties, Aoi Ayase, was proudly crossing her hands, sitting on the seat with her back straightened, and she unbuttoned one of the buttons on her collar in boredom, with a sharp and indifferent expression on her face, a domineering look appearance.

Who made her angry again?Inexplicable.

Shimizu Sakiren circled around with her gaze, and first ruled out everyone in the class. Xiaokui seemed to be the only one she knew in the class.

The closer she gets, the more she feels that her emotions are about to turn into real bows and arrows, her eyes are like silver arrows flashing with swords and swords, and she is the target about to be pierced by thousands of arrows.

Shimizu Sakiren carefully turned her body to the side and asked, "Xiaokui, what's wrong?"

"Do I need to tell you?" Aoi Ayase raised her eyebrows, her face was as cold as frost.

Like a cute hedgehog, she put away all her soft belly and showed her sharp thorns brightly.

Ah, I must be angry with myself now.

Xiaokui grew up with a golden spoon in her mouth and was loved and loved by thousands of people. It's normal to be a little willful.

However, this waywardness is not annoying in the eyes of Shimizu Sakiren, even like the kind of child who is not favored and deliberately gets angry to attract attention.

She quietly approached Aoi Ayase, bowed slightly, and coaxed in a gentle and elongated tone:

"Are you angry? Can you tell me why you are angry?"

"It's nothing." Aoi Aoi curled her lips, her fair face was covered with a gray-black cloud, and some kind of emotional accumulation was almost condensed into a storm that swept through everything.

She pressed the soft flesh on the side wall of her mouth with the tip of her tongue in displeasure, and endured it for a long time, then said coldly, "Also—don't talk to me in that tone."

Aoi Ayase's dark eyes and stern expression may be a very dangerous omen to those who don't know her well.

But in every ending, Aoi Ayase never substantially hurt Sakumi Shimizu from the beginning to the end, and even the coercion of the be world line was only after asking her own consent before she threw herself into this scorching scene like a moth. Burn in all past intercourse.

Facing her like this, how could Shimizu Sakiren be afraid?

"Since Xiaokui doesn't want to talk to me, well, I'll go to class first."

Unable to pry words out of her mouth no matter what, Shimizu Sakiren retreated to her seat knowing she was bored.

When people are angry, they always need some time to be alone. Let her calm down for a while.

The afternoon class was a biology class. Mr. Okada, who was wearing glasses, was elated on the podium, drawing the potential diagram of nerve conduction vividly.

Occasionally, Shimizu Sakiren would pretend to be in the army of students and raise her head to listen to the knowledge taught by the teacher.

As long as her eyes fall on the left side, someone will jump like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, and first look away subconsciously and desperately.