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After recovering from the sudden attack, the woman tried several moves to break free.

It was more like a symbolic act. After all, that kind of force probably wasn't even a struggle, more like a slight rubbing.

Her breathing began to slowly get heavier.

But he stared at me, pretending to be tough and saying something:

"Flirtatious and dissolute. When one's heart is filled with longing and impatience, one will say such things to anyone, right?"

"Humph."

After really taking an attitude towards it, I probably understood what this woman was struggling with.

After all, all the complaints are just expressions of worry and warning. People don't want to choose the most unpleasant path when they have no way to vent their emotions.

Furthermore, the speech just now can also be listened to in reverse——

[Please prove that the compliment you just gave was directed only at me.]

Can it be understood this way?

The more I feel that the person in my arms is actually a cute troublemaker.

In fact, what is being expressed in all the twists and turns and confusions is probably just the desire to be loved and even understood.

But he always wanted to pretend that it was a confidential matter and always put on an extremely serious expression to the outside world.

But the source of the negative emotion in that expression full of disgust did not come from aversion to happiness.

Rather, it is the fact that the desire is to be satisfied but has not yet been satisfied.

This is not entirely groundless speculation.

Because, whether it was yesterday morning or this afternoon, once her behavior crossed that line, her usual toughness would disappear in an instant.

All of a sudden, I felt as if I had lost all my strength, and I had no desire to resist at all.

Not only is the breathing disordered and the body weak, but even the body temperature tends to rise.

The sound of my heartbeat could be heard through my clothes, as if secretly expressing my expectation.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little naughty and wanted to do some testing operations.

He held her head slightly, and gently rubbed her tender and hot cheek as she breathed tremblingly.

The first feeling is that the skin is very delicate.

But what was probably even more wonderful was the feeling of excitement that gradually aroused by her and began to spread in my chest.

The next second, the clothes on the shoulders were tightly twisted.

At the same time, all the resistance that should have occurred based on the character she had always shown, as expected, did not show any signs of happening.

She was as silent as a fool who had lost all ability to think.

Only when the warm breath touched his ears did he make a strange humming sound that was both unbearable and tinged with pleasure:

"Well..."

"Li Ya?"

"..."

"I suddenly wanted to call you that, you fool. If you don't object, I'll keep it."

"..."

The woman said nothing at all, as if she hadn't heard it and didn't want to answer.

But this kind of reply does not give a boring or uninteresting feeling.

After all, her unconscious actions at this moment were a better response.

Her light body was almost entirely leaning on him, as if if he let go now, she would float to the ground as soft as a ribbon.

As a gentleman with a strong sense of responsibility, he certainly cannot let a lady feel so helpless and lonely.

So, he hugged her tighter, and moved his hand that was stroking her head down to diligently check her physical condition along her back.

Finally, she found the best foothold to support her body at a certain point on her back where the curvature was the largest.

"!!!"

"It feels like a certain silly guy who has always lacked confidence."

"..."

"He's good-looking and has a nice figure. It's a pity that, besides being otherworldly, he's also a complete idiot. Why do I always feel like I'd leave some stupid woman who's happily bickering with me to chase after those strange bees and butterflies?"

Although they couldn't make eye contact due to their current situation, from the suppressed chirping of a certain flamingo, one could tell that she was expressing some suppressed joy.

She was obviously feeling shy, but deep down she was quite pleased with the compliment.

However, perhaps some kind of rebound mechanism was triggered, and soon, a staccato voice could be heard, strung together with great effort:

"Polite, flattering..."

Experience has always shown that if you listen to this guy who is tired of freeloading, you should understand it in the opposite way.

So, she's saying, it's not enough?

Coupled with the current attitude of being completely subdued and not offering any resistance, it really makes people feel happy.

Then he no longer concealed his needs and openly stated his needs:

"I feel like I need to do something to express my feelings. Can I kiss you on the cheek? I really love the cuteness you've earned with your intelligence."

"You're the...idiot."

He half hummed and half moaned as if to refuse, but ended up quietly turning his face to the other side to make some space?

As I found it more and more interesting, I naturally did not refuse this implicit invitation.

"what..."

It was just a simple tender touch, but it seemed to have drained away the remaining strength of the woman in his arms.

Her heart was pounding as if it was about to jump out, expressing some kind of excessive excitement, even to the point of almost fainting.

It was not until he tried to feel her heartbeat with his palm that he came to his senses.

He looked at me with a dazed look, as if he had not woken up yet.

When a moment of clarity finally came to his mind, he simply turned his head away with all his strength and did not take any other action.

At this point, things become more talkable.

After all, between hearts that are close to each other, there will be fewer concerns and obstacles:

"It sounds terrible, but I still want to say it. After I truly began to treat you as my wife, I gradually became more and more obsessed with you."

"I don't know what the outcome will be for us. Perhaps the future is uncertain. But lately, I've been having some strange thoughts. It's just that... no matter what, I don't regret being married. It's funny, in the end, it's the same feeling you told me."

"I am indeed a hypocritical and terrible person as you said."

"However, the more I confirm this, the more I feel happy. This is because it proves how much you loved me back then. Thinking of this, I'm really happy."

Is that sweet talk? Apparently.

But what is 100% certain is that it really comes from what I think in my heart.

Even now, when they were in contact through hugging, the hatred became a little bolder because someone did not resist.

"Since you're always worried that I'll lose control and run off to some red-light district or pleasure street, why don't you try a method that will solve the problem once and for all, Kobayashi Rimei?"

"!"

Flamingo's body trembled violently, obviously guessing what he would hear next.

The facts were just as she imagined:

"I'm suddenly curious about what you look like when you wake up in a daze. Can you allow me to observe you up close?"

After saying this, his gaze shifted to the nearby hostel.

"It's just right, there's a place ready. I feel like you can't walk anymore. Can I carry you in and rest for a while?"

After whispering about his next plan, he immediately decided to put it into action.

As a result, just after taking two steps, the person in his arms suddenly had a last burst of energy.

He put his arms around his neck and made a soft, mosquito-like sound:

"No, no, not now."

"Don't you want to?"

"I... am not."

Her voice was getting softer and softer. If her soft lips hadn't been pressed against her ears, she wouldn't have been able to hear the tiny sound coming out of her throat:

"No, at the hotel."

"Then go to my house?"

"I...my period. Wait till I, I go home."

Ms. Li Ya's statement is clearly a lie. She had previously revealed a relevant date, but it was definitely not this day.

I have always had the skill of using the memory palace and I never make mistakes.

But I also understand her dilemma - probably she wants to find a familiar environment for the time being.

So I didn't expose this lie.

However, he still hugged her and ran towards the nearby hotel.

The changes in facial expressions that I quietly observed during this period were truly fascinating—the female editor's face gradually showed resistance, entanglement, helplessness, and finally self-destructive obedience.

Without saying anything, she just hugged her neck tightly, and when she was gently placed on the bed in a room in the hotel, she collapsed from her initial sitting position, pouting her lips and revealing her almost disheveled clothes.

Even light-colored underwear.

Then, she was immediately pulled up by the smiling young man in front of her, held in his arms again, gently touched her head, and then grabbed her hand that was reaching for the men's shirt on her body.

"Why are you taking off your clothes?"

"?"

For a moment, the woman with a blush on her face showed an extremely cute and confused look of grievance and confusion.

Then, the young man, who immediately understood the meaning, pinched his cheek.

"You misunderstood, idiot. I just opened a room for you to rest... Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to walk."

The belated explanation made someone's eyes widen.

Then, after finally reacting a beat late, she suddenly let out a suppressed cry like a little girl and began to button up her shirt in a hurry.

When that innocent look appeared on her, who was usually cold and aloof, it was really hard to stop being happy.

In this mood, he made a promise:

"I'll wait until you're ready...hiss."

However, before he could finish his words, he was suddenly knocked down onto the bed.

Then, the abdomen was immediately pressed down by a knee:

"Disgusting, vulgar, taking advantage of others' misfortune! It's hard to imagine... that such a shameless and shameless person exists in the world..."

After calming down, Flamingo's normal form quickly returned.

She raised her hands to cover her cheeks—the same spot that had just been so eagerly visited.

Perhaps to cover up her previous clumsy cuteness, an unprecedented chill appeared on the female editor's face.

Another round of quotations from classics and a series of articles on conquering the country were arranged.

She had already automatically blocked herself off because of the thick-skinned man under her who knew her nature well. She even pretended to be obedient in order to cooperate.

Until someone's strength gradually recovered under her verbal scolding.

Then, we checked out, went out, walked silently, and entered the tram station.

I subconsciously wanted to take the train to Shinagawa, but was immediately pulled onto another line by someone with a still sullen face.

"It's time. Come to my house to pick someone up."