Fuyumi greeted softly, but Hideji Kitahara shook his head in the darkness and said with a smile: "Don't worry about me."
He is not a male chauvinist, but he is stronger than Little Carrot Head, and now that we are in the same boat, he feels that he should take greater responsibility and take good care of Little Carrot Head, instead of being indifferent and only caring about himself - this is
His attitude towards others would be the same as for a strange girl, and he would still give away his clothes. Anyway, it's just the cold that makes him uncomfortable. As long as he doesn't sleep to death, he won't freeze to death.
Fuyumi saw that he refused to come over at the other end of the shelf, and urged: "Stop pretending, it's obviously cold, why are you pretending? Come here, I... I don't even dislike you anymore, why are you being pretentious?"
Kitahara Shuji hesitated for a moment, but still refused. After all, there are differences between men and women. He smiled and said: "I'm really fine!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a rustling sound from Fuyumi's side, and then a sound of wind. He instinctively stretched out his hand to fish it out, and there was a slight warmth in his tentacles. Suddenly he realized that Fuyumi had thrown the windbreaker over.
Fuyumi is also a straightforward person. If both of them are cold, this dress belongs to Kitahara Shuji and she thinks she shouldn't wear it.
Kitahara Shuji took the clothes and sighed. Little Carrot Tou has a bad temper like no one else!
He took out his mobile phone and illuminated it, slowly moved along the shelf, and found Fuyumi sitting there with her knees trembling - a smooth forehead was exposed under her neat bangs, and her slightly shiny black hair was hanging down.
On the shoulders, only the tips of a pair of small ears are exposed.
Her chin was tucked into her sweater, covering her mouth and nose, leaving only half of her face exposed. The sleeves of her sweater were also stretched, covering the back of her hands, leaving only a few fingers exposed. At the same time, because she was sitting in a short skirt,
It was no more than knee-high, and she was wearing long thick winter cotton socks, which made her two short legs look a lot longer. Even because of her sitting position, her two feet wearing calfskin shoes were slightly splayed.
He looks a little more well-behaved...
Of course it's an illusion, this guy has never been well-behaved.
Kitahara Shuji closed his cell phone - there was no signal, so he could only use it as a flashlight, and he had to save electricity as much as possible in case he needed to light it up - then he sat next to her and silently put his windbreaker on his hands.
On an individual basis.
He wanted Fuyumi to wear it, but Fuyumi obviously refused to wear it by herself, so he had to do this, but soon both of them became depressed - it was useless, it didn't keep them warm at all, and it was nothing like not wearing anything.
the difference.
Fuyumi said dullly: "You can wear it!"
Kitahara Shuji humbly said: "You should wear it!"
"Here are your clothes!"
"You bought it for me."
"It's your money."
They kept saying things to each other, but they couldn't decide on their opinions. Kitahara Xiuji thought about it and felt that it was really stupid to waste calories in this way. He sighed and said: "Then do you mind..."
Fuyumi tilted her head in the darkness and said nothing. She definitely didn't mind. She had already greeted Kitahara Hideji just now. It was Kitahara Hideji who insisted on being pretentious - she didn't even think that Kitahara Hideji was a big pervert who had been studying pornographic books since he was a child.
Kitahara Shuji has been with her for a long time, and he also knows a little bit about her temper. This little carrot head has an awkward personality, and usually keeping silent means acquiescence.
He crossed his legs and reached out to hug Fuyumi, letting her sit on his lap with her knees in her arms, and then put the windbreaker on himself, so that the two of them were wearing a windbreaker together.
That is to say, she is a small-sized girl, so she would not be able to wear this dress on someone else.
But of course, wearing it like this was still very leaky. Fuyumi didn't look at Kitahara Hideji. Although it was useless to look at it because she couldn't see her toes, she was still embarrassed to look at him. She hesitated, took off her shoes and put them aside.
, and then actively adjusted his sitting position, sitting on one of his legs with his butt, putting his feet on his other leg, trying to squeeze his small body into Kitahara Shuji's arms, and then stroking here and there, trying to minimize the heat loss.
At the same time, he warned: "Don't touch it with your hands. There's nothing you can do about it now, but don't even think about being rude to me!"
This guy likes to read little H books. You shouldn't be crowded with him, but you can't freeze him either... It's very dark here and it makes people very scared. You can feel more at ease if you squeeze in with this guy, but you dare to touch your butt.
He was shot dead on the spot!
And the squeeze was so tight, Kitahara Shuji was thinking about where to put his hands. After listening to her words, he was speechless for a while and said quickly: "I am not that kind of person." As he said this, he wanted to "raise his hands and surrender" to prove his innocence.
But I felt it was inappropriate because this position could easily leak wind. After thinking about it, I gently circled Fuyumi.
The two of them sat down like this, and Fuyumi muttered: "It's just too cold, don't misunderstand me. If it hadn't been a special day, I wouldn't be like this - I'm not a shameless person like Suzuki's brat!"
If you dare to speak out about what happened today...if you dare to speak out..."
There was nothing she could do if Kitahara Hideji told him. She had nothing to do with Kitahara Hideji. Fortunately, Kitahara Hideji knew what he was doing and quickly promised: "Don't worry, I will definitely not tell anyone."
"That's the best!" Fuyumi hummed again, hesitating and resting her head on Kitahara Hideji's shoulder - thanks to her sitting on Kitahara Hideji's lap, she usually couldn't reach this place with her height.
The two people squeezed together and used each other's body temperature to warm each other. It suddenly became much warmer. The cold air in the cave seemed to be retreated instantly, and even Kitahara Shuji felt particularly comfortable.
Fuyumi has a bad temper and a grumpy personality, but her little body is really soft and fragrant, with a milky and fruity flavor. She feels like a small stove in her arms and feels particularly warm. Hideji Kitahara turned his head slightly.
He lowered his head, and his chin touched one of her black hairs. It felt soft and itchy, and the fragrance in front of his nose became stronger. He couldn't help but put his face against it, and Fuyumi instantly felt the top of her head sinking slightly, but
She thought he was trying to cover her head to keep it warm, and she didn't resist. She just leaned further in his arms.
Kitahara Shuji felt strange in his heart - this was not the first time he had hugged a girl so intimately, but the last time he had been with this dead carrot was when the old fox Naotaka Fukuzawa suddenly became ill, and the little carrot hid.
When crying.
It was her both times, could it be that they were destined to be together?
And Fuyumi's nose is filled with the smell of Kitahara Shuji's body. It's very familiar, it's the smell of the laundry detergent she often uses, and she feels that Kitahara Shuji's body is very warm, and the heat is continuously transmitted to her body, even
It seemed as if it slowly penetrated into her bones, and she suddenly shivered slightly in shyness.
Her energy was mainly focused on her family. Except for Kitahara Shuji, she had never had such close contact with any other boy. Even if she could barely suppress it, she couldn't stop shaking.
The two of them were very close to each other, Kitahara Shuji immediately felt it, and understood that it was not easy for Ifuyumi's awkward personality to be squeezed together with him - if it were another person, it would be impossible for the little carrot head to do such a thing.
Maybe someone offered to hug her to keep warm together, and she would immediately suspect that the other person was having sexual desires. She would step forward and knock the person to the ground with a pig-killing uppercut, a secret technique of the Fukuzawa family, and then kick him a hundred times.
.
She warned herself, but she still trusted herself in her heart.
His heart softened and he couldn't help but lower his head and said, "Thank you, Fukuzawa-san." She could wear this windbreaker by herself, and he didn't mind. There was no need to make such a sacrifice.
Fuyumi rubbed his shoulders and chest, and said dullly: "There's no need to say thank you. Anyway, when you leave here, just pretend that this never happened. You promised not to tell anyone. Besides, these are your clothes.
It’s me who should say thank you…”
She paused slightly as she spoke and said softly: "I should have said thank you a long time ago - thank you!"
Kitahara Shuji rubbed the top of her head. It felt like an experience he had never experienced before. The more he rubbed her, the softer his heart became. He said softly: "You don't need to say thank you. I should have let you wear it."
"No, I don't mean the clothes... We don't know if we can go out, so it doesn't matter if I tell you now - I felt very relieved after you came, so I always wanted to say thank you to you."
Kitahara Shuji was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "Is it because of things in the store? Didn't you thank me a long time ago?"
"Some of it is because of that, but mainly because you can take good care of everyone, and... you also take care of me." Fuyumi's voice was very low, and if it weren't for the silence around her, she might not be heard at all, "I was always the one protecting you in the past.
Everyone, take care of everyone. After you came, I felt a lot more relaxed... You know? In fact, I am usually very afraid. I am afraid that the family will collapse, I am afraid that I will live up to my mother's trust, I am afraid that my brothers and sisters will go astray, and I am afraid that I
I made a wrong decision that hurt everyone, but after you came, I became less afraid and felt at ease. I felt that even if I made a mistake, you would help me make up for it and take good care of everyone..."
She always wanted to say it, but she couldn't keep her face to say soft words. She could only express it through small things such as knitting sweaters, washing clothes, and changing bed sheets.
Kitahara Shuji comforted him softly: "You have done a good job and tried your best. Even if something happens, no one will blame you. There is no need to worry at all."
This was his true words. In fact, he felt that the little carrot head was pretty good except for being grumpy and petty. There really wasn't much to blame. Even if he was a bit grumpy, there wasn't much to say.
No one is perfect, and no one is perfect. Who dares to say that there is nothing wrong with him? Those who have nothing wrong with them are saints, and saints have long since died.
Many people cannot see their own shortcomings and only focus on the shortcomings of others, but are blind to the strengths of others. That kind of behavior is stupid, and he does not want to be that kind of person.
Fuyumi didn't answer him anymore, but quietly leaned on his chest, raised her hand and wiped her eyes quietly.
Kitahara Xiuji felt her movements and asked in surprise: "You...cryed?"
"I didn't cry."
"You cried..."
"I didn't cry!"
Kitahara Shuji didn't believe it. Fuyumi was often stubborn, but why was she crying? He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch it, but Fuyumi reacted quickly and slapped his hand away, saying in a low voice: "Don't even think about taking advantage of it.
I’m cheap!”
Kitahara Shuji had already felt a little cold wetness from his fingertips, and asked softly: "Are you still scared?"
"I'm not afraid!"
Kitahara Shuji really didn't know how to cure Fuyumi's habit of speaking harshly, but he still couldn't figure out why she cried - maybe she was particularly fragile now and was afraid of death, or she was worried about Yukirizi Haruna's younger siblings.
It's very possible, otherwise she wouldn't have said all the things in her heart that she hadn't said yet, maybe because she suspected that she might die here.
He took out a handkerchief in the dark and handed it to Fuyumi's face, saying gently: "As long as we persist, nothing will happen to us! Come on, wipe your tears first!"
"I told you I won't cry anymore!" Fuyumi muttered, but she still took it and wiped her face carelessly. She raised her head to return the handkerchief to him, while Hideji Kitahara lowered his head to pick it up. For a moment, both of them felt it.