Tokyo host

Chapter 364 The Simplest Confession
The sea breeze blowing over is a little fishy and salty.

It also made Futaba Makoto's heart a little cold.

If you want to ask why-

It may be because the brakes of electric vehicles are too cold and unpopular, so that the hands at 36 degrees feel a bit "frozen".

At this time, Futaba Makoto rushed downhill at an extremely fast speed with Suzuki Kaoru behind him.

If it wasn't for the fact that there weren't many vehicles on the road, Futaba Makoto might have hit the ass of someone else's car at this time.

"Hold me tight!" Makoto Futaba said loudly to Kaoru Suzuki behind him, Kaoru Suzuki buried half of his body on Makoto Futaba's back.

Feeling the temperature of his back and the cold wind blowing from his thighs, Kaoru Suzuki suddenly felt that if something really happened...it didn't seem to matter.

The next second, she realized that she shouldn't have such suicidal thoughts, so she shook her head slightly.

After Makoto Futaba clenched the handle to control the direction, he tried to stretch out his foot to brake.

There was a rustling sound between the soles of the feet and the gravel, and Makoto Futaba pressed his feet down hard while paying attention to the movement in front of him.

At this moment, Futaba Makoto noticed that Kaoru Suzuki's body was getting closer, and his legs were tighter.

The skirt was slightly dragged back due to the friction of the legs, and the cold white and slender thighs were exposed. Futaba Makoto's eyes floated down——

Ok?Pretty white?
Just when Futaba Makoto was thinking this way, he came back to his senses and looked up, only to notice that there was a turning guardrail in front of him.

Shuangye Cheng: "..."

Ruined.

Accompanied by a loud noise, Futaba Makoto felt a shock in his abdomen, and finally the scene in front of him spun, his body was violently bumped a few times, and finally fell on a piece of soft grass.

Beside her was Kaoru Suzuki, who was also lying down. Her clothes were a little messy at this time, and she was looking at the sky quietly with her eyes open.

Futaba Makoto also looked at the sky.

The blue sky, white clouds... and the electric car that was overturned and hung on the railing at a high place, everything seems to be nothing worth paying attention to.

But at the next moment, Futaba Makoto turned his head at the same time as Suzuki Kaoru, and the two looked at each other.

Coincidentally, smiles appeared on the faces of the two of them at the same time, and then they laughed.

There is nothing to be happy about, but I have a good laugh.

Probably not because of the rest of the life after the catastrophe, but this novel experience makes people purely happy.

"Why didn't you turn just now?" Kaoru Suzuki lay beside Makoto Futaba, and asked softly.

Futaba Makoto recalled seeing the thigh just now, so he looked away and coughed dryly: "Probably because the handle...is broken."

"Do you want to lose money?"

"Shouldn't the electric bicycle company pay me?"

"It's also... Fortunately, this city is not prosperous, and there are not many cars on the road."

"It always feels like you're implying something."

"Yes, you guessed it right." Kaoru Suzuki smiled.

"What a ruthless woman."

Makoto Futaba stood up, then extended his hand towards Kaoru Suzuki.

However, he noticed that there seemed to be scratches on Kaoru Suzuki's knees. At this moment, Kaoru Suzuki also took his hand and stood up. Sincere income.

"It hurts?" Makoto Futaba bent down to check Kaoru Suzuki's wound, but it was temporarily impossible to see if there was a sprain.

"generally."

Makoto Futaba squatted down, then patted his back: "Come on, I'll carry you to the nearby station to take a taxi."

"I'm wearing a skirt." Kaoru Suzuki thought for a moment, then stroked his plaid skirt lightly and said.

"No one nearby can see you go naked." Futaba Makoto looked around and finally said.

"That's not it, it's just that you recite my words, where are your hands?" Suzuki Kaoru asked.

"Butt?" Futaba Makoto thought for a while, it seems that it can only be placed there to save effort, right?

"Yes, that's the problem." Kaoru Suzuki shook his head, "I don't want it."

Makoto Futaba looked Kaoru Suzuki up and down.

"It's not that I haven't touched it before." He complained, "Don't worry about it at this time, right?"

Hearing what Makoto Futaba said, Kaoru Suzuki looked away a little unnaturally—she reached out and brushed her temple hair behind her ears, revealing a side face with a hint of blush, and then said in a mosquito-like voice:

"I'm ticklish."

Indeed, Kaoru Suzuki's body is extremely sensitive.

"Hey, if you're not ticklish, you can touch it casually?" Makoto Futaba joked.

"Well, the handle of the prison railing may be better." Kaoru Suzuki folded his arms and looked down at Futaba Makoto, his tone revealing a hint of danger.

"Forget it." Futaba Makoto shrugged, "Then you can't stay here forever, can I help you?"

Kaoru Suzuki thought for a while, finally bent down, and then stuck to Futaba Makoto's back.

Feeling the soft touch on his back, Futaba Makoto stood up slowly, and then supported Kaoru Suzuki's thigh.

"Will the thigh feel better?" Makoto Futaba asked.

"Hmm..." A warm feeling came from the side of the thigh, making Suzuki Kaoru bury his face on Futaba Makoto's back shoulder.

After a while, she asked in a low voice, "Is it heavy?"

"Huh?" Makoto Futaba, who was walking, smiled when he heard Suzuki Kaoru's sudden question, "It's quite light, I think Yuko and the others are the only ones who are lighter than you."

Oh yes, and the mother of Sakuragawa Lily.

Futaba Makoto returned to the road with Suzuki Kaoru on his back, and then walked towards the station. As for the electric car, Futaba Makoto has already reported the accident on the software... We will talk about the follow-up compensation issue.

The wind on the beach was still blowing, Futaba Makoto just walked like this, the girl's shoulder-length short hair behind him swayed back and forth with the rhythm of the wind, looking at Futaba Makoto, her amber eyes reflected the waves of light, flooding Be gentle.

Kaoru Suzuki's emotions gradually calmed down, enjoying a moment of peace on Futaba Makoto's back, perhaps at this time, she could not think about anything.

Kaoru Suzuki also knew that his restless mood could only be relieved by Futaba Makoto's side.

However, the effects of fluoxetine, sertraline, etc., which are used to treat depression, seem to only smooth the superficial surface.

The him in front of him is his only antidote.

"Futaba." Kaoru Suzuki spoke softly.

"Huh? What."

"I like you."

The simple and calm confession made Futaba Makoto's footsteps stop abruptly, and time seemed to stop.

A few seconds later, Makoto Futaba continued to move forward.

"I know." After a while, he said.

"What's the answer?"

"Need an answer?"

"Need, you say it yourself... even if I know the answer."

"I like you too."

Suzuki Kaoru lay on Futaba Makoto's back, and the blush climbed up her neck at some point, and she made a soft voice:
"Ok, I know."

(End of this chapter)