Miss Shimizu's perfect ending

Physical shyness will also just get yourself out.

The only time she completely lost her mind was in the bathroom, and the rest of the time she could calmly control her emotions and put on her own mask.

This time it was a little strange.

Why do you say the words manipulation and lying?

Shimizu Sakiren's eyes widened, and a ridiculous idea suddenly appeared in his head.

There can be such a huge emotional contrast in half a moment, and the reason is - I tied a cute princess twin ponytail for her?

impossible.

Even the immature Fujiwara Yuki couldn't be angry about this.

Everyone belonging to the Fujiwara family will wear a mask, like a colorful butterfly swimming in the social garden.

They form cliques and groups, and build a broad and solid network of relationships based on money, favors, and in-laws.

All the sharp edges and corners have already been smoothed out, and the true thoughts are hidden under the emotional mask, and there are very few gaffes.

Then the reason is ready to come out - she is testing herself.

Yes, a man can lie with his words but not with his deeds.

So she didn't believe what she said in the bath.

Shimizu Sakiren suddenly realized that her task now is to just pretend to be stupid.

She pretended to wave her hands in panic, and then brought the topic to the twin ponytails,

"Master, haven't you already agreed with me to help you shape it? Where did the manipulation come from?"

Although Fujiwara Yuki of the HE line escaped from the Fujiwara family, the distorted part of her character is only covered by blind love.

That's right, she transferred this extreme and difficult-to-relieve emotion to herself, possessing herself with a desire to control beyond ordinary people.

But because they are in love in the plot, it's okay if you love me and I wish.

Fujiwara Yuki pressed on step by step, bullying forward forcefully.

Shimizu Sakiren had no time to think, her buttocks were already on the dressing table.

She propped her hands on the table, surrounding Shimizu Sakiren completely, her soft breasts almost touching each other.

Fujiwara Yuki raised his head, the golden lava in his eyes churned like an eruption, and his cherry lips parted slightly, threatening: "I'm still lying now! Don't tell the truth, do you want me to say it clearly?"

"What truth?"

She gritted her teeth and was a little out of breath. She gently stroked Shimizu Sakiren's side face with her right hand, and asked word by word:

"Why don't you dare recognize me?"

Volume 44: Chapter 41 Chapter [-] Coach I want to make music!

"tell me why!"

Fujiwara Yuki repeated it, her slender eyebrows raised upside down, and her voice became even more high-pitched, even with a hint of anger.

Shimizu Sakiren was oppressed by her, and couldn't help but fell back.

Bang bang bang bang, the body overwhelmed several bottles and cans, no one would care.

Shimizu Sakiren's waist was arched backwards, and her elbows were propped up on the dressing table forcibly so as not to be forcefully pressed down on the table by Fujiwara Yuki.

Why can't you recognize her?Because there is no need.

Is this memory really important to Fujiwara Yuki?Or is it just the beauty that is trapped in it and cannot extricate itself?

Dopamine secretion is addictive. People like her who are trapped in an environment of extreme lack of love, inner fear and pain will not let go after experiencing the feeling of happiness.

Because her heart was always under the heavy pressure of the mountain called her father, named Fujiwara, and she couldn't breathe.

She needs vent, she needs more sweetness.

Shimizu Sakirenda could nod his head and admit it, saying——yes, I am the one who brought you happiness in memory.

Then take all her pain and pass it on to yourself.

But what about the others?What about your perfect ending?And what about the wish that I have been pursuing so hard all this time?

Fujiwara Yuki has such a strong desire to control, can he accept himself to approach other people?

The answer is obvious.

So I don't want to admit it, and I can't admit it.

So, Shimizu Sakiren's eyes widened, pretending to be in a panic and ignorance, and said:

"Master, what are you talking about? What is—why don't you recognize you? When and where?"

"Enough!" Fujiwara Yuki hammered heavily on the table with both hands, shaking the table, and said hurriedly like a cannonball:

"The twin ponytails you tied, the books you read at night, the coffee you bought me, all these careful considerations are all flaws.

And your purpose, you keep saying that it is not to get close to me.

You stalked me and insisted that I join the Qingyin Club, even willing to humbly be my maid————Why are you approaching me?

Or did you approach me because you remembered something, but didn't dare to tell me?Or……"

When she said this, her eyes suddenly dimmed, her eyelashes drooped like a dragonfly flying low in summer, her voice became low,

"Or, you dare not recognize me because you are afraid of me?"

An excellent actor can perfectly perform another person's living habits under careful design.

Shimizu Misaki's acting skills in multiple world lines have indeed been honed to perfection.

But when you relax, there will always be a moment when you expose your own special living habits.

Fujiwara Yuki is talented and intelligent, with a delicate mind. He has several more minds than his peers, so he can discover more details in places that others ignore.

Shimizu Misaki's twin ponytails always have to be turned around to raise the top of her skull, and she picks out her favorite book for the first time in night reading, and the drink bought at the dojo is also her favorite coffee.

With all the details exposed, how could Fujiwara Yuki fail to recognize Shimizu Sakiren.

And the most suspicious thing is Shimizu Sakiren's motives.

Fujiwara Yuki believes that any behavior that people do has a reason that is in line with their own interests.

From the beginning, she just thought that Shimizu Sakiren was a villain who wanted to follow others, but she just said—"My purpose is not to become famous."

If she doesn't want to get into a relationship, then why did she come to find herself? No matter what, she can't figure out this logic.

But the clues before and after are connected together, and all the doubts in the incident are easily solved.

She—seemed to be the girl in the memory, and perhaps the memory had awakened.

Unexpectedly, Shimizu Sakiren just gently pushed her shoulders, borrowed her strength to straighten her bowed body and said solemnly:

"It's not that I'm afraid. The twintails, books, and coffee you mentioned, I don't understand why it's a flaw.

But the purpose of approaching, I didn't tell you directly because I was afraid that you would laugh at me. "

Shimizu Sakiren closed her eyes and took a breath, as if she had made a very difficult decision, "I really want you to join the Qingyin club for the sake of music."

Hearing her absurd excuse, Fujiwara Yuki couldn't help but sneered twice, "I thought it was a seamless excuse, but it turned out to be so lame?"

"You also think it's ridiculous, don't you? That's why I didn't dare to say it. It's just a follow-up."

In Fujiwara Yuki's eyes, Shimizu Sakiren's lame reason was sound.

"I didn't see your passion for music."

"Enthusiasm depends on what you do, not what you say." Shimizu Sakiren retorted.

Wanting to see how far she can weave, Fujiwara Yuki took two steps back, folded his hands, raised his eyebrows, looked down at her and asked, "And then?"

The eyes are carefully scanning every piece of skin on her face, capturing any small changes in expression that may reveal details.

Shimizu Saki continued to explain without changing his face, "Aren't you curious? I invited the three of you to join the Qingyin Club.

And I also know that you and Aoi Ayase can both play musical instruments, and we have never met before.

That's because I saw you and Aoi Ayase perform a piece of "Serenade" at the Tokyo Symphony Hall competition two years ago, and that competition is still fresh in my memory.That's why I want to invite you to join the Qingyin Club together, not you alone. "

Shimizu Sakiren strengthened the tone of the word "you" and emphasized it again.

Fujiwara Yuki sneered, "The reason is terrible."

"But sometimes the truth is so simple, isn't it? I'm not a complicated person, you should understand." Shimizu Sakiren spread his right hand, with a bad attitude that I didn't explain at all.

Everything about her is normal.

It made Fujiwara Yuki really start to doubt whether it was just because of a trance-like glance in the bathroom that he mistook Shimizu Sakiren as a substitute.

First of all, there are no flaws in the language, and she has not stepped on any pits she has buried.

Once she answered something like it's normal to turn around in a ponytail, Fujiwara Yuki could immediately conclude that she was the girl in her memory, but she didn't dare to recognize her.

Secondly, although the reason is far-fetched, sometimes there are always a few idiots in the world who do unexpected things.

Isn't there someone like Saori by my side?

The most important point is that that period of memory is only the bits and pieces of getting along with her.

Nothing about Aoi Ayase...

Her answer seemed absurd, but she couldn't pick out any crucial contradictions.

Fujiwara Yuki couldn't help frowning.

It's still a long time, and flaws will always be exposed.

Thinking to this point, Fujiwara Yuki announced with a straight face:

"Forget it, let's not mention this matter first."

Seeing Fujiwara Yuki's concession, Shimizu Sakiren's heart was beating wildly like super speed, with lingering fears in his heart.

The back and leg muscles are tense and tense, and they are a little sore.

Terrible, almost exposed.

Shimizu Sakiren's hanging heart finally let go.

I started thinking about countermeasures from the moment I left Fujiwara Yuki's room, racked my brains to search and browse the Internet, and thought about it all night without daring to rest.

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Didn't even expect to expand! !Please tell me if there are logical mistakes, after all, I'm not very good at this kind of thing.

I don't want to see the plot of Repp, I want to save up for a wave of big news!

There is also py time, I suggest that everyone go to his book friend group to torture this burning 0.

"Therecia, I don't want to repeat it!!"

W roared.

"W."

Theresa looked sad.

"I understand that you have made a fortune by cooperating with Tallula. You have done a good business and lived a good life. You have patriots and frost stars to protect you. You don't need sisters like me."

"But now you come to me and say:"

(imitating W's tone)

"Theresa, get out of here!"

"You have no respect for me at all, you don't consider me a friend."

"You don't even want to call me queen."

"..."

W took a few deep breaths and controlled his emotions.

"...This is my home! This is my bed! That's my woman!"

With trembling fingers, she pointed at Theresia, who was lying on An's body with an innocent face.