Miss Shimizu's perfect ending

Fujiwara Yuki suddenly lowered his voice, and held his breath on the other side of the phone, as if he was concentrating on what he wanted to say next.

Just want this effect.

Fujiwara Yuki raised the corners of her lips happily, said "like" ambiguously, and then hung up the phone with satisfaction.

After finishing the call, Yuki Fujiwara felt empty. She threw the phone on the bed casually, and then fell back. The girl's body lost its center of gravity and lay down freely on the soft mattress.

The crumpled maid outfit was slightly shaken, Fujiwara Yuki turned his face away, and with a wave of emotion, he tightly pressed the dress that still had a girlish smell to his bosom.

Just like the hug at that moment, she once again felt the breath of Misaki Love, a gentle, pleasant and reassuring smell.

"Saki love..."

Emptiness and loneliness surged after the end, and her brain seemed to be out of control. She couldn't hold back her inner impulse and called Saki Koi who shouldn't have called and said what she shouldn't have said.

But let’s just say it, it doesn’t matter... It’s just that I really don’t want to wait any longer.

Fujiwara Yuki hugged the girl's clothes, his legs were clamped again and writhed eagerly, his eyes wandered to the far side.

Some happy, exciting, and red-faced images emerged in my mind, which is what I will experience with Misaki in the future...

So it doesn't matter at all.

She sniffed it again, she liked it, liked it so much!

Fujiwara Yuki slumped limply on the bed like a kitten who smelled Muten Polygonum.

Ah... I really want to sleep with Saki Koi.

If she still does that kind of thing with Sakilian this time, she can't let her teach herself how to do it again, she has to try to learn a little bit.

There are also a lot of experiences in memory, I want to see Saki Koi calling her name over and over again at such a touching moment...

"咚咚咚" came the polite knock on the door, and Fujiwara Yuki's delusion was interrupted. She immediately propped herself up and sat up from the bed, her eyes narrowed slightly like a female leopard whose territory had been invaded, watching the heavy the gate.

"Who?"

"Second miss, I'm Saito." The person outside the door replied respectfully.

It turned out to be Saito... Fujiwara Yuki relaxed his vigilance, stood up and stepped on the soft carpet to open the door.

Miss Saito is still dressed as a maid, elegant and gentle.

"Second Miss," she folded her hands and bowed slightly, then explained, "Your father, Mr. Yokoji, asked me to urge you to hand over your phone and continue to reflect in the confinement room."

"Understood." Fujiwara Yuki picked up the phone from the bed and handed it to her.

Ms. Saito put the mobile phone in the pocket of the maid's apron knowingly, looked around, and then whispered:

"What you said made me pay attention to Ms. Ayase's daily news has made new progress. Yesterday at 58:[-] am, Ms. Ayase posted a photo update on ins, which was hastily deleted at [-]:[-] pm. As for whereabouts...Miss Ayase has been staying at home for the past few days, but Miss Ayase seems to have gone to Ikebukuro after school today..."

"Photo?" Fujiwara Yuki was a little curious. She didn't pay attention to where Aoi Ayase went, but this guy hardly posted much, why did he delete it in a hurry?

"Yes, this is the photo she deleted."

Miss Saito took out a piece of A4 colored paper folded squarely from her pocket.

Unfolding, Aoi Ayase is embracing a golden girl, and her expression is particularly ambiguous and moving against the gorgeous rose wall, just like a girl who is falling in love.

Fujiwara Yuki has never seen Aoi Aoi showing such an expression, she always likes to look at people with contempt and ants.

It is undeniable that I have also been influenced by her on this point, but who made such an arrogant Aoi Ayase show such a shy expression?

Fujiwara Yuki shifted the focus of her gaze to the girl with gorgeous blond hair next to her...

Then her face turned ashen as if she had lost her soul, her golden eyes were clouded, and her forehead was covered with a layer of gray mist.

She gritted her back molars, and squeezed out a few words with a shriveled smile:

"Thank you, Saito."

With nameless jealousy burning in her chest, she took the A4 paper and folded it in half, separating the two who were embracing each other.

Saki Love's exclusive plan should be put on the agenda, and someone is coveting it.

Volume 115: Chapter [-] Chapter [-] Fear of the Dark

In the quiet bathroom, the faucet on the pure white shampoo counter was dripping down.

The phone was hung up, and Fujiwara Yuki's sweet confession was still in his ears.

Shimizu Sakiren's back leaned against the wall, but his body was gradually unable to slide down. Xiaokui's sad and painful eyes made people lose the courage to face it.

The sweetness will be forgotten, but the pain will always be remembered. He hesitated and chose to abandon her again.

Scum...

Shimizu Sakiren closed her eyes, and the guilt in her heart surged in the darkness, as if she was falling, falling heavily to the deepest bottom of the sea.

During the 1 minute of giving up on herself, she thought of Xiaokui's words, and the distress signal from those tear-filled eyes.

"Come and tame me."

"Saki love..."

Shimizu Sakiren suddenly opened his eyes, the blue eyes were like twinkling stars.

She bit her lower lip and clenched her fists tightly. Now there is no external object to stabilize her emotions, and she can't let the negative emotions radiate.

Guilt and avoidance are useless at all.

Do you want to struggle with Xiaokui in the quagmire of pain?

I have already made a decision, no matter what is ahead, I should not escape.

She straightened her body again, stroked her crumpled skirt, and had already made a decision in her heart.

Shimizu Sakiren washed her face and barely regained her sluggish spirit, and walked out of the unoccupied bathroom while thinking.

Xiaokui doesn't like to cry, I have only seen her cry twice.

The first time was in the He line, when I became lovers with myself in high school.

When I nodded and said "I also want to be Xiaokui's girlfriend", she, who always loves to smile in front of me, suddenly got red eyes and couldn't stop sobbing no matter how coaxed.

The second time was... when she was forcing her to apologize to Saori.

That made her cry because...

Shimizu Sakiren tried hard to recall, she clearly remembered talking to a gray-haired old man before Xiaokui shed tears.

Shimizu Sakiren's footsteps stopped suddenly on the red heightened round platform.

Now the old man is busy packing the gift box on the round platform, and the [-] yen banknote in his hand is particularly eye-catching.

With his dry hands, he carefully straightened the warped edges, and then put it in his pocket as a treasure.

Some dim spotlights in the restaurant shone on his back, making him look very downcast.

It was her, and Shimizu Sakiren wanted to go up to talk to him with a serious expression, but a waitress with a kind face and a round chin suddenly stopped her,

"My blond lady, please wait a moment."

"What's wrong?" Shimizu Misaki turned around and looked at the waitress, who was holding up a plate of salad as if she wanted to serve.

"Are you going to speak to Mr. Yoshida?"

She glanced at the old man named Yoshida and asked mysteriously.

"Yes... I have some questions to ask him."

The restaurant was as noisy as a busy city, so the waitress was not worried that the old man would hear it, she came over and kindly reminded:

"It's okay to talk to him, but you don't believe some of what he said..."

"why?"

Shimizu Sakiren frowned, could it be that old man Yoshida said something to Xiaokui!

The waiter whispered: "A person with little social experience, if you talk to him, he will inadvertently mention his ex-wife, and then tell some fabricated sad stories to win your sympathy, and finally get an unjust reward.

In fact, his ex-wife didn't die at all, but escaped to Kagoshima with another man on the train, and asked his son to raise him last year.

A student of your age, guest, has no earning capacity but is particularly easy to be incited, I don't want to be as simple and..."

The waitress stuttered nervously, "The pretty girl was cheated, so, so... please don't talk to him."

The whole story was told by the waitress, Shimizu Misaki was not stupid, and the cause and effect of the inner connection suddenly became clear.

It turned out that Xiaokui was moved by the story fabricated by the old man Yoshida.

But... would Xiaokui be so easily moved by love stories?

Not like.

But her personality is completely different from before. The dog who always loves to be coquettish and clingy has turned into a moody cat girl.

Shimizu Sakiren smiled and thanked the waiter for the reminder, "I see, thank you for the reminder, Miss Waiter."

The waiter blushed and shook his head, "It's okay, guest... Well, I'll go and serve the food first, bye..."

After watching the waiter leave, Shimizu Sakiren understood the cause and effect of the matter and there was no need to waste any more time.

She walked through the noisy restaurant alley to the chair on which the pudding dog was tied.

The ends of Aoi Ayase's eyes were red, she had drooped her eyes after crying silently just now, she hadn't escaped from the sadness, and there were still some teardrops on her long eyelashes, fragile and poignant.

Of course, Shimizu Sakiren's heart is not easy, and Xiaokui didn't stand up when she was most sad and vulnerable, leaving aside her lover's identity.

Even the qualification to be a close friend has been lost.

She silently pulled out the chair and sat down slowly. The air flowing between the two condensed like a barrier, making the atmosphere extremely awkward.

Aoi Ayase didn't look up, and Shimizu Sakiren thought maybe she didn't want to look up and see herself.

But the topic always has to continue, and you should take the responsibility on your own initiative.

Shimizu Sakiren cautiously probed: "Xiao Kui...you just..."

Aoi Ayase raised her head in despair, the red highlights gathered together.

She put together her shattered dignity bit by bit with pretended calmness, "What happened to me just now?"

Having missed the best time for consolation, it is no longer possible for Aoi Ayase to show her weakness to herself.

But that doesn't mean he can't take care of her.

"Xiaokui, why were you crying just now?"

"Who is crying?" Aoi Ayase asked coldly, "You?"

The relationship that had finally become a little bit eased fell to the freezing point again, and the unfamiliar posture made Shimizu Sakiren feel suspicious, wondering if she had done something excessive to Xiaokui invisibly.

"Xiaokui..." Shimizu Sakiren stretched out his hand and gently placed it on the back of her hand.

Aoi Ayase turned a blind eye to Sakuren Shimizu's compromise, but instead she felt a sense of anxiety tinged with sadness after answering, and her mind became dizzy from the impact of this stagnant sadness.

"That's enough, don't call me by my name anymore." Aoi Ayase shook her hand away impatiently.

She stared at Shimizu Sakiren with blood-red eyes, and said word by word: "I don't want to play this kind of taming game now..."

"Then Xiaokui can't play if she doesn't want to play. It's okay, I'll listen to you."

There was unbelievable sadness in Shimizu Sakiren's eyes, but she waved her hands quickly to comfort her, with a bitter smile on her face.

The more Aoi Ayase is like this, the more Shimizu Sakiren's heart is in dire torment.

If... If you didn't answer Yuxi's phone call and go to comfort Xiaokui first, would the result be different.

Aoi Ayase couldn't bear this dazed and dizzy state of mind anymore, she stood up with a bang, her chest heaved violently, her tone became worse and worse, and finally turned into a blatant catharsis.

"I mean—I don't want to go to the planetarium anymore, and I don't want to continue to eat with you here, can you leave me..."——Stay away

The voice stopped at this moment, and Aoi Ayase was like a deflated ball, unable to say any more cruel words.

Because she saw Shimizu Sakiren for the first time, looking at herself sadly and brokenly like a bereaved dog who was kicked out.

Shimizu Sakiren also stood up, but her thin body kept shaking, like a dandelion that was about to dissipate at any time, and it flew away gently when the wind blew.

She said bitterly, "I'm sorry, Xiaokui. I apologize if I offended you..."

The blue eyes seemed to be weeping, and the tone was almost full of self-blame, "I should have hung up the phone at that time, and I should have comforted you as soon as possible, I'm sorry Xiaokui..."

The heart in the left chest was beating feebly, and the stinging pain dragged his breathing, and every time he beat, the pain increased.