I, who tortured the readers, was knocked to the ground by them!

Chapter 91 Don't Think I Dare Not

Most of the time, Hane Shion is always neatly dressed, with her hair combed meticulously and her back straight.

Looking at her with her hair messed up from sleeping, she hid herself behind the quilt, sticking out half of her head like a mole, and looked at Sakurai Itsuki.

Sakurai Itsuki found it novel and interesting, so he pointed at the note on the wall and teased her: "What do you think I want to do? I want to ask you, why did you write my name on the wall? Do you want to see me so much?"

Shion Hane looked at the notes on the wall, frowned heavily, closed her eyes, and pursed her lips tightly.

It felt like someone had hit me in the heart, and I almost couldn't help but groan.

Ah, I want to disappear from the world.

"You can't say that this Sakurai Tree is not me, right?"

Sakurai Itsuki deliberately teased Hanase Shion by finding an excuse that her look was fake at first glance.

"Ah, this is because you are so annoying, so I want to vent my anger. Didn't you see me calling you a pig-head and a pervert?"

Although Hanase Shion's excuses were never that strong, she certainly couldn't bring herself to make an excuse like Sakurai Itsuki's, which was obviously a deliberate mockery.

She lowered her head and looked at herself hiding under the quilt.

After confirming that although she was wearing pajamas, it was not shameful, she quickly got out of bed, not even bothering to put on slippers, and rushed to Sakurai Itsuki with her bare feet on the ground.

She was standing on tiptoe and was about to tear off the humiliating note when she suddenly found Sakurai Itsuki sitting on a chair right below the note.

If I raise my hand, it will definitely touch him closely, and there is no guarantee.
In this position, my chest has to touch his face.

Sakurai Itsuki was lying on her chair, propping up his face and watching her movements.

There is absolutely no intention to move.

Hanase Shion, whose face was still red, stretched out her finger, gently tapped Sakurai Itsuki's shoulder and said, "Come over here."

"I've been looking at these notes all night. What's the harm in tearing them up now? Are you kidding yourself?"

Sakurai Itsuki looked at the girl in front of him whose reaction was so cute, and it was hard to imagine that those heavy-mouthed books that made people's intestines come out were written by her.

If the evidence wasn't right in front of him, he would never believe it.

"Humph"

Hanase Shion thought about it and thought it made sense, then she pulled her hand back, but she quickly grasped the key information: "Wait, a whole night? You stayed in my room all night?"

"Ah, well, it started around yesterday evening, and I went out to have dinner with your sister in the middle." Sakurai Itsuki said.

"So, you were right next to me when I first fell asleep?" Hanase Shion covered her burning face, her CPU a bit overloaded. "I didn't say anything weird in my sleep, did I?"

"Why are you dreaming? What did you dream about?" Sakurai Itsuki asked.

Hane Shion quickly shook her head. In this situation, she certainly couldn't say that she dreamed of Sakurai Itsuki.

She took two steps back, then sat barefoot on the bed, sorting out her thoughts.

She had just woken up, and when she opened her eyes she saw such an explosive scene, which made her feel a little overwhelmed and confused.

After briefly rethinking, she said, "I'm getting off topic. I'm getting off topic. The question should be why are you in my house, in my room?"

"You wanted me to be your assistant, didn't you? So I became your assistant."

Sakurai Itsuki gently tapped the digital screen on the table with his finger.

Then, the off computer screen lit up instantly.

Hane Shion looked at the picture on the screen, tilted her head, and then clapped her hands in sudden realization.

No wonder the draft that I hadn't finished before appeared in the student union.

It was Sakurai Itsuki who helped me finish the unfinished draft and then handed it over.

She clearly remembered that she was still a long way off, so was it me who helped her stay up all night?

He clearly said at the beginning that he would not help and would only draw comics that could make money, and I also said very firmly at the time that I did not need his help.
In the end, I still messed up, and he still came to help me.
Hane Shion lowered her head, pursed her lips, and felt dizzy and hot again.

But this time it wasn't a fever from a cold, but rather a heartbeat that she could clearly hear: boom, boom, boom!

My heart is beating so fast!

In these embarrassing situations, she actually subconsciously wanted to find some excuses to make excuses.

But she finally gave up.

This time it was indeed me who messed up, and it was also true that he stayed up all night to save me. If I continue to be stubborn, it would be a bit too much.

Also, they are drawing comics together in disguise.
Hane Shion was very excited, but she still tried hard to suppress the upturned corners of her mouth.

"Well, thank you very much."

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito.

Somehow, she suddenly thought of the ambiguous messages she had left before about Sakurai Itsuki and her.

The bare toes rubbed against each other nervously and started fighting.

He had said before that he wanted to talk to her alone, if this was really the case.

In this kind of atmosphere, if he brings up this topic
If he proposed to take their relationship a step closer, Hanase Shion wouldn't know whether she should refuse.
But if he said he didn't want others to misunderstand him and kept his distance
She didn't seem to want to return to a stranger relationship with him. However, Sakurai Itsuki looked at Hanase Shion in front of her and said something that surprised her: "Your pajamas are of this style. I didn't expect it. I thought they would be more childish."

Although her hair looked messy as she had just woken up, she was wearing a pure white suspender chiffon nightgown and sitting barefoot on the edge of the bed with her head lowered. She really looked like a princess from a fairy tale who would sit in a beautiful valley and gently play in the water with her feet.

It's so beautiful that it's amazing.

"Rogue, pervert."

Upon hearing this, Hane Shion covered her chest and cursed softly.

But compared to her previous cold tone, her voice now is so soft that it sounds more like she is acting coquettishly.

This scene is obviously enough to make most men's hearts flutter.

But Sakurai Itsuki's mouth curled up, and he suddenly changed the topic to the other side with a sense of mischief.

"When it comes to being a pervert, I'm still far behind you, right? Teacher Akina Yumi."

Hane Shion, who had been lowering her head and speaking softly, and was obviously extremely delicate and gentle, suddenly raised her head.

She stared at Sakurai Itsuki, her pupils as if a huge earthquake had occurred.

"You, you, what are you talking about! I, I! You're peeping into people's privacy, you scoundrel!"

Her voice suddenly rose eight degrees.

"Well, putting aside whether I read it on purpose or not, the harassing content you sent to others in private messages is much more excessive than mine, isn't it?"

Sakurai Itsuki said, then opened his phone with a malicious look: "Please, don't call the police! I'm willing to do anything!"

"Eh? You, you are Haruki Nagayama?!"

Hane Shion watched as Sakurai Itsuki took out his cell phone and began to read aloud the speech that was so familiar to her, and she finally reacted belatedly.

A high school student from the same area, a talented cartoonist, and most importantly, he has that despicable and beastly temperament.

Sure enough, he is Haruki Nagayama!

Sakurai Itsuki didn't answer. He just glanced at the livid Hanase Shion and continued reading, "I'm going to fuck you, and then fuck you. Wow, just reading this is so perverted. I don't know where they came up with this statement. The illustrator of this book is really amazing."

"Ahh. Stop, stop reading it, stop reading it!"

She covered her ears and pleaded with Sakurai Itsuki.

She had never wanted to die so much in her life.

Sakurai Itsuki looked at this guy and became even more interested. "I want it sooner or later."

"I told you to stop reading!"

Someone was so angry that he stood up and pounced on Sakurai Itsuki like a cat with its fur standing on end, trying to snatch the phone.

Sakurai Itsuki stood up from his chair and raised his arm holding the phone.

Hane Shion is not as tall as some hot girls. Even if she jumps on tiptoe, she cannot snatch the phone from Sakurai Itsuki.

"You, if you keep saying that, don't blame me for being rude!"

Upon hearing this, Sakurai Itsuki sneered, "How do you mean rude? Are you trying to force yourself on me?"

Hane Shion looked at Sakurai Itsuki's smile which was full of sarcasm.

She has lost her mind.

"Don't force me!"

As she spoke, she suddenly reached out and pushed Sakurai Itsuki directly to the ground.

Then, with her face flushed, Hanase Shion directly rode on Sakurai Itsuki: "Don't think I dare not force myself on you!"

Sakurai Itsuki was also stunned by this sudden attack.

The air fell into silence, and Hanase Shion's long hair fell on his face.

During the play, one of the straps of her loose tulle nightgown had slipped from her shoulder to her arm.

Through the loose gap, the small hills, which were not huge but very tempting, appeared vaguely in front of Sakurai Tree.

Sakurai Shu thought to himself that things seemed to be getting a little out of hand now.

And Hane Shion's face was also red as she stared at Sakurai Itsuki who was thrown to the ground by her, not knowing what to do next.

Just when both sides were hesitating about how this scene would end.

"excuse me."

The bedroom door suddenly opened.

The person who came was Sato Wakaba, who brought souvenirs.

"Eh?"

She stared at the scene before her and froze in place.

(End of this chapter)