Miss Shimizu's perfect ending

"..."

I really don't know, Aoi Ayase had no words to refute for a while.

"You don't know what else to say here." Seeing that she had no rebuttal, Fujiwara Yuki's expression softened a little, but he still asked bluntly, "Did she spend the night at your house drunk?"

Feeling guilty, Aoi Ayase pursed her lips and said nothing.

Seeing that she was no longer obstructing, Fujiwara Yuki put his left hand under Shimizu Sakiren's shoulder blade, crossed her armpit, adjusted his posture and placed his right hand on the girl's leg.

Slightly exerting force on the waist and abdomen, hooking the arms upwards, hugging the girl's light body in a princess hugging posture.

A little heavy but a little light.

The heavy is the base weight, and it is not easy for a person who is eighty or ninety catties.The lightest thing is that Shimizu Misaki Love is indeed too thin.

His physical fitness is not outstanding, he has only practiced archery for several years, but he can easily hug her.

The problem now is that the palm slightly touches the girl's soft body, and the mellow wine mixed with the unique elegant fragrance of Shimizu Sakiren's body makes people a little intoxicated.

Inexplicably, I felt a kind of warmth climbing up my back.

Aoi Ayase looked at Fujiwara Yuki, and reminded: "Can you hold her? It would be good if you help her out."

She shook her head, "Boys are inconvenient after all."

After speaking, she walked out of the Japanese room holding Shimizu Sakiren in her arms.

Aoi Ayase let out a long sigh of relief when she saw their leaving backs. She sat cross-legged on the tatami mat, her muscles completely relaxed.

Looking at the half-mouthed apple on the table and the sunflower on the bed, Aoi Ayase fell into tangled thinking.

It could be an accident that she threw herself down, but why...didn't she push away immediately?

There is also a saying that speaks the truth after drinking.

What the hell does that puppy mean?In what state of mind did she say that?Can't figure it out.

But one thing is for sure, the backs of those two leaving together are very dazzling, which makes people very uncomfortable.

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Volume 61: Chapter 57 Chapter [-] Temptation

The drinking girl is more lovely than Fujiwara Yuki imagined, compared to the usual gentle and quiet girl.

His face was like the evening glow of autumn, his eyes were slightly drunk, his body was limp, and his thin arms hung weakly around his neck.

Either he raised his eyes and looked at himself with drunken eyes and gazed at him, or he lowered his head and leaned against the softness of his right chest, murmuring in a low voice the broken thoughts after drinking.

Like a naive little animal... what animal?

Little white rabbit, a docile and cute little white rabbit who occasionally bites, the kind of little white rabbit that can easily be abducted by others if you are not careful.

Fujiwara Yuki tilted his ears slightly, trying to hear what drunken words she had said.

But the result in exchange was that the little head moved closer and consciously blew the breath mixed with the smell of alcohol into the ears.

Fujiwara Yuki almost threw him out with a flick of his body.

The particularly ambiguous feeling started to burn from the tips of the ears, and spread to the pearly flawless white cheeks in just a few seconds.

She just wanted to reprimand Shimizu Sakiren for her rude behavior, but the girl looked so drunk, how could she speak like that.

Even the disbelief, anger, and loss when he opened the door and broke through, all of them were suppressed.

What do you care about with a drunk?If you want to reprimand, let's wait for Saki Koi to wake up.

The distance between the princess hugs was not very far, and as soon as Fujiwara Yuki left the kimono, he asked Akiyama and Kazuo to call the driver who was waiting at the door.

Fujiwara Yuki also put Shimizu Sakiren down because of this, and wanted her to lean on his shoulders and wait for the driver.

Fujiwara Yuki obviously misjudged Shimizu Sakiren's squeamishness after being drunk, and she was about to collapse to the ground just by leaning on her shoulders.

There was no way, Fujiwara Yuki could only pull her up, put his hands under his armpits, and embrace her in an extremely intimate way.

At the same time, he adjusted his head so that her drunken and unconscious head rested on his right shoulder.

It was an even more heartwarming hug than in the break room.

Shimizu Sakiren's entire body was almost hanging on her body, the girl's softness and fragrance were buried in her chest together, her heart pounded and accelerated to shortness of breath.

"Youxi~" She snorted like a baby in her ear.

Likes to hug, likes to feel like this, likes to be needed.

Fujiwara Yuki felt floating in the clouds, like a dream, surrounded by an unreal mist.

Faintly, it seemed as if a soft feather had quietly landed on his chest, scratching his heart itchy.

A thick and mellow wine smell surrounds the breath, like a ignited spark burning the feathers floating in the chest cavity. The fire is burning, and even the blood in the arteries seems to be evaporated and dried up.

Some kind of unconcealable emotion is rising, it's burning hot - wanting to kiss her cheek, her cherry lips, her... wanting to have her all to herself.

Fujiwara Yuki hugged Shimizu Sakiren tightly, the strength in his hands was tightened constantly, such impulse almost occupied the whole brain.

But the car of the driver, Mr. Matsuyama, came at an untimely time, but also at the right time.

Come later, really...

"Second miss, please come in."

Fujiwara Yuki had been holding his breath, and when Mr. Matsuyama got out of the car and opened the door, he finally let it out in one breath.

Mr. Matsuyama, who is well-rounded in the workplace, thinks he is a bit righteous and wants to reach out to help Miss Shimizu, who is very popular with the second lady, but is repelled by Fujiwara Yuki's sharp eyes.

"Songshan, I'll do it myself."

The tone was as cold as falling into an ice cave, but in the next second it turned into an extremely gentle exhortation:

"Drive slowly when you get back."

Fujiwara Yuki also wanted to go home quickly, but it was easy to vomit when driving too fast.

Matsuyama glanced at Shimizu Sakiren in surprise, and replied honestly: "Understood, Second Miss."

Fujiwara Yuki dragged Shimizu Sakiren into the car with great difficulty, placed it on the seat, and when he was about to fasten the seat belt, a soft hand held himself down.

"Yuki~" It was a call mixed with drunkenness and coquettishness, Fujiwara Yuki raised his head and stopped the movement of his hands.

"Huh? What?"

"Yuxi~Yuxi~Yuxi~"

Shimizu Sakiren was obviously drunk, he held his breath and came up to look at her from a very close distance, then covered Fujiwara Yuki's cheek with a kind of force that was neither light nor heavy, and made a "pop" sound.

Fujiwara Yuki stayed where he was, blinking his eyes, not knowing what Shimizu Sakiren was going to do.

"Youxi!" she called out in a more delicate voice.

Seeing that Fujiwara Yuki didn't respond, he said fiercely, "Answer?"

"Saki Koi, I'm here."

Fujiwara Yuki was a little embarrassed and wanted to turn his head away. At this time, the drunk girl scolded: "Don't turn your head, you look at me."

"Okay." She agreed in a tone like coaxing a child.

Fujiwara Yuki's eyelashes trembled, and his eyes stumbled towards Kamizu Sakiren's rippling lake blue pupils.

What a beautiful sight it would be if these beautiful eyes were only dyed with their own color?

"Youxi, don't be angry."

Fujiwara Yuki was a little surprised, angry?Are you referring to throwing Aoi Ayase down?She doesn't look sober now, is she pretending to be drunk?

"it is good."

Shimizu Sakiren was obviously a little happy when he heard it, and patted Fujiwara Yuki's head like a reward, "You are so good, Yuki."

Then she asked in a drunken slur:

"Youxi, you have to be brave, don't be afraid."

"Okay~" No matter what Shimizu Sakiren said, Fujiwara Yuki agreed to her with a drawn-out voice.

Because it's impossible to get angry with a drunk.

Shimizu Sakiren smiled as if she was very happy, but the next moment her face turned down again, and she scolded coquettishly:

"And Youxi, you are not allowed to bully me, or I will..."

The girl's voice suddenly became quieter at this moment, and her misty eyes also fell into confusion.

Fujiwara Yuki frowned slightly, she had a hunch that maybe Shimizu Sakiren would reveal something when she was drunk this time.

So she deliberately used an extremely gentle tone to induce Shimizu Sakiren to say the next words:

"Otherwise what will you do?"

"Otherwise I will...or I will..."

Shimizu Mizuki's chaotic mind was obviously not enough to find out the next words, she murmured several times, and finally pushed Fujiwara Yuki's shoulder as if aggrieved, "I'll ignore you."

Then turned her head away, no matter how much Fujiwara Yuki called her name, she would not look back.

Fujiwara Yuki was a little disappointed, his expectant eyes dimmed a bit.

She calmly fastened the seat belt on Shimizu Sakiren, and took a few steps back to sit in her seat.

The street lamps radiated yellow light, like a continuous river drifting through the car windows, Fujiwara Yuki was in a complicated mood now.

Originally, it was necessary to confirm through this drunken oolong whether she had awakened the girl in her memory, who was stuck in a key joint in her throat, which made Fujiwara Yuki feel a little inexplicably uncomfortable.

There are also some restlessness that can't be quelled burning in the chest for some reason.

But she is not in a hurry, because it will be confirmed soon tonight.

Fujiwara Yuki turned around to see how the drunk was doing, but found that Shimizu Sakiren was leaning on the head cushion of the seat with her head tilted, staring at herself intently with wet eyes.

Volume 62: Chapter 58 Chapter [-] Basement?basement!

Those eyes are too hot and straightforward, making people's emotions fluctuate.

Behind her is the neon scene reflected in the car window, which is like a flying shuttle, so there is an unreal dream that breaks through a long time and space.

Fujiwara Yuki looked at her subconsciously moving her throat slightly, and it took a long time before she pressed her vocal cords and spoke a few words: "What's wrong?"

Shimizu Sakiren's face was full of red wine, she didn't speak, she stared at Fujiwara Yuki for a while, and finally threatened with a little inarticulate:

"I thought about it, if you bully me again, you will have bad intentions... I, I, I..."

Speaking of this, her beautiful eyebrows also frowned, as if mustering up all the courage in her body, and said her thoughts with difficulty, "I will also lock you in the basement, and then you will only be bullied by me."

"basement?"

What does it mean?Locked in the basement?which basement?Why?

Fujiwara Yuki blinked in confusion, trying to remember.

But no matter how much she searched, she really didn't have the slightest impression of the word basement in her mind.

And being bullied by her means...?

"Yes, the basement." Shimizu Sakiren nodded heavily, then took off the seat belt with difficulty, and stumbled towards Fujiwara Yuki.

In the eyes of Fujiwara Yuki, this drunk little white rabbit is provoking his own bottom line with a very bold and presumptuous posture.

She wrapped her arms around her neck, and pulled her cheeks in with a little force, so close that even the fluff on Shimizu Sakiren's face could be clearly seen.