Miss Shimizu's perfect ending

"I say it one last time! Come down!"

"No."

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as well as.

"About the fact that I was reincarnated into a different world as a dragon knight and the dragon turned out to be me. "

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Volume 45: Chapter 42 Chapter [-] Call Me Yuxi

"Then obey the master's order, and let's not mention this matter for now."

Shimizu Sakiren stood up steadily, straightened the crumpled apron, and then straightened the overturned skin care products on the table.

Although I have been fooling around with Fujiwara Yuki for the time being, it doesn't mean that I can relax.

Her eyes waited like a camera locked on the lens, staring at herself firmly and eagerly, capturing the moment when the opening was revealed.

When Shimizu Sakiren tidied up the desktop, Fujiwara Yuki's eyes never left for a moment.

Shimizu Sakiren also understood Fujiwara Yuki's thoughts, but the best way now is to play dumb.

Now she would rather do nothing than make a mistake.

So Shimizu Sakiren ignored Fujiwara Yuki's burning eyes, tugged on her apron, and reminded:

"Time is running out, master, and I'm going to school after dinner. I'll change into this maid outfit first."

"Go."

"Then I'll see you later, master." Shimizu Sakiren said goodbye, turned and walked towards the door.

After this sentence was over, Fujiwara Yuki didn't say anything more. He took a few steps back, sat down on the edge of the bed with his body relaxed, and rested his hands on the edge of the bed.

Watching her step on the pure white wool carpet briskly, watching her back leave without a sound, watching her white and tender arms raised and about to turn the door lock.

Fujiwara Yuki suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, it was hot and sour, like a latent active volcano in his heart, the hot magma was churning continuously, and it would cover the sky and the sun in the next second out.

She couldn't stand this feeling anymore, and called out to her: "Saki Love."

"Master, what's the matter?" Shimizu Sakiren turned his head and showed a standard toothy smile.

It looks very friendly, but Fujiwara Yuki doesn't feel close at all.

She looked at Shimizu Sakiren, feeling a little frustrated for no reason, and begged in a low voice: "Sakilian, you don't need to call me master anymore, just call me Yuxi."

"Okay, Yuxi." She agreed immediately, and asked curiously, "Don't you want to play this kind of master-servant game?"

"No, I just want to change my name."

"Well, then Yuxi, do you have any orders?"

Fujiwara Yuki stood up and took his mobile phone from the dressing table, and then quickly came to Shimizu Sakiren's side in three steps at a time.

Stepping like a gust of wind, she thrust the phone into Shimizu Misaki's hand forcefully and domineeringly, "I don't have your email address yet, you fill in your email."

Shimizu Sakiren entered the email on the screen glowing with white light, then shook the watch on his right hand, reminding:

"When I was at school, as long as Yuxi called, I would receive a signal and come to you, no need for an email address at all."

Of course she knew, but the watch was not a walkie-talkie.

"Understood, you go and change first, and go to the restaurant to have breakfast later."

When the door was slammed shut, Fujiwara Yuki returned to the bed in a sense of loss, and lay down on it as if falling down, full of thoughts.

A little regret.

In fact, she can be called something more intimate and shameful, anyway, her receptivity seems to be quite strong.

Somewhat confused.

Is she really "the one".If not, why do you know so many details, and if so, why alienate yourself like this.

Obviously the end result is very happy.

It's also unspeakably complicated.

It's not good to treat her by myself, even a little too domineering.What if it was really her?

Fujiwara Yuki caressed his upper lip in a daze, feeling slightly cool.

But it was nothing like her, her lips were warm and soft.

At the moment of feeding, there is a moist feeling of danger and ambiguity.

The faint and elegant fragrance that floated from her body while shooting arrows still seemed to linger at the tip of her nose.

In the shower, such wet intimate contact, such semi-transparent dresses.

And she ran all the way back from the vending machine, her golden hair was messy and stuck to her forehead, her breathing was rapid, and the blush rose from her neck to her cheeks...

Fujiwara Yuki half-covered her cheeks with her arms, her eyes were a little blurred, thinking of this, her breathing had become unsteady.

Wait a moment!What are you thinking?

After realizing it, she woke up in an instant and suddenly covered her eyes, as if by doing so she could cover up the dirty thoughts just now.

After calming down for a while, Fujiwara Yuki sat up and walked to the vanity mirror, looking at herself with flushed cheeks in front of the mirror.

Human desire is vile and disgusting.

So she raised her hand, and gave herself a slap on the right cheek with some disgust.

The bright red palm print was left on the right cheek, and the hot touch came. Fujiwara Yuki didn't feel sad, but relaxed.

But you can't meet people with your palm prints. Thinking of this, Fujiwara Yuki picked up the cream and liquid foundation in front of the mirror.

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When Shimizu Sakiren changed into her school uniform and came to have breakfast, Fujiwara Yuki was already seated.

She was sipping milk, most of the sandwiches and fried eggs on the table had been eaten, and it was obvious that she was about to finish her meal.

"Do you want something to eat?" She put down the glass in her hand, pointed to the special breakfast on the table, and looked at herself curiously.

Everything from baguette toast eggs waffles to Chinese-style dumplings.

Really luxurious.

Although there is a table full of dishes, Shimizu Sakiren is really not suitable for eating too greasy things due to physical reasons.

So she replied, "Let's eat something light."

Then he picked up the plate from the mobile table next to him, walked around the table, and made a bowl of porridge and a steamed egg.

Fujiwara Yuki had already started to wipe his mouth after breakfast, everything was normal.

It is even said that after experiencing the gaffe of rage just now, it is somewhat normal and excessive.

But in fact, she moved the only chair at the table opposite Fujiwara Yuki in the restaurant to her side.

In other words, he wants to eat the whole breakfast under her fiery gaze?

Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle, and being stared at like this is really unacceptable to anyone.

"What's the matter? Sit down." Fujiwara Yuki casually threw the tissue in her hand into the trash can next to her, and pointed to the seat beside her.

Then crossed Erlang's legs and hugged his hands, looking at himself with a scrutinizing look, "Why are you in a daze?"

"..."

Shimizu Sakiren was silent for a while, and then responded: "Here we are."

Shimizu Sakiren also knew her intentions, and wanted to confirm her conjecture by observing all the details of life.

But I don't need to escape, all similar habits can be explained.

Just don't reveal details that only the two of you know.

So Shimizu Sakiren bit the bullet and sat down slowly beside her.

Fujiwara Yuki was completely interested now, turned sideways, with one hand half-supporting his face, and looked at Shimizu Sakiren with a smile.

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Volume 46: Chapter 43 Chapter [-] Exploration

It's not that Shimizu Sakiren, who was once an idol in the world line, cannot accept some fanatical and loving gazes.

It's just that the straightforward eyes of Fujiwara Yuki still make Shimizu Sakiren a little embarrassed.

When looking at people, it may be due to tutoring, her eyes will concentrate on the act of looking at each other.

The golden pupils are as clear as the surface of a lake, reflecting his own clear outline.

Shimizu Sakiren lowered her head, peeled the egg shells to divert attention, and begged with some hesitation:

"Youxi... can you stop looking at me like this?"

"No."

Shimizu Sakiren put the white-peeled eggs on the plate, picked up a spoon and stirred the steaming porridge, avoiding her eyes.

"why?"

"There's no reason, you don't have to worry about me when you have breakfast." Fujiwara Yuki had a strange light in his eyes, vaguely expecting something.

Shimizu Sakiren couldn't resist her, so she just lowered her head and thought to divert her attention, while starting to eat with a spoon.

It is too difficult not to be exposed from the details of life...

As long as she wants, she can even take off her clothes on the spot to check the birthmark to confirm.

One day it will be exposed.

And she seems to have overlooked this point, in case she suddenly remembered that she had a heart-shaped birthmark one day...

With an extreme personality like hers, if she keeps lying and gets caught by her, will she be able to bear the monstrous anger that burns out her reason?

It will be impossible for Rep to straighten up... Maybe it's even worse.

The second entry into the palace from the basement?

It's better not to do that kind of thing, Shimizu Sakiren got goose bumps all over his body when he thought of this.

Go ahead and play dumb for now.

Shimizu Sakiren thought about it and took another spoonful of porridge.

She has a very humble personal habit.

That is, when eating with a spoon, I will habitually blow hot air first, then unnaturally stick out the tip of my tongue to lightly touch the surface of the food to test the temperature, and then swallow the whole food in one gulp.

When Shimizu Sakiren realized this, it was too late, and he had already done the whole process several times.

Fujiwara Yuki is now the single-camera locking machine of Shimizu Sakiren, and of course he is keenly aware of this.

Her right hand was still propping her cheek, and she tapped her side face with her index finger. Her slender eyebrows were raised with pride, as if she had already controlled everything.

Ruined!Shimizu Sakiren yelled inwardly that something was wrong.

The flaws were already exposed before going out.

But if he forcibly breaks the habit now, it will only convince Fujiwara Yuki that he is here without 300 taels of silver.

So now I have to keep this habit going.

If you are recognized, just pretend that you have not awakened your memory.

In short, don't let her know that she is lying.

The atmosphere is silent and viscous.

What is silent is that no one speaks anymore, only the crisp sound of the spoon hitting the porcelain, and the sticky look in Fujiwara Yuki's eyes.

When Shimizu Sakiren really felt full, she only drank one-third of the porridge in the bowl.

She wiped the spoon clean with a paper towel, then put it on the table and said, "I'm full."

Fujiwara Yuki clicked his tongue and was a little dissatisfied, "Just eat this?"