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Thinking of the image of the other person taking a bath in the bathroom, her face turned red, so her voice was a little low.

"Fukahaya, are you in there?"

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When the voice came, Nomiya was instantly awakened. He finally realized what was going on. He reached out and covered the other person's mouth to prevent him from making any sound.

With a hoarse voice, he turned his head and looked outside the door: "Yes, what's wrong?"

A voice came from the other side of the door: "No, I just didn't see you, so I looked for you. Where's mom? Where did she go?"

Nomiya moved his gaze and looked at the person whose mouth he had covered.

Her purple eyes became more moist, and correspondingly, her movements became more intense, with even some heat waves flowing through her fingers from time to time.

Taking a deep breath, Nomiyama forced his head to turn away, looking at the bathroom door, and said in a hoarse voice: "Sister Sayuri has something to deal with, you don't have to worry."

"That's it."

There was silence outside the door for a while, and then he asked carefully: "Did Fengzhao have fun today?"

Nomi-san felt the increasingly exaggerated force of Eriri's arrival, glanced at some people completely lost in the bathtub, and nodded: "Yeah, I really like that cake."

Eriri seemed to be laughing, her voice clearly beaming with joy, but she also seemed reluctant. "Then after I learn how to make the cake, I'll force myself to let you try it."

The fingers were completely clamped, and even under the force of the other party, I could feel that the shape of the fingers was twisted.

Nomiyama looked at the person writhing in the bathtub and the passionate breathing on the back of his hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "Well, I am looking forward to it."

Eriri's true nature was clearly revealed: "I don't want you to expect anything! You should be grateful that I made a cake for you!"

Nomiyama felt the heat gushing out of his fingers, and then looked at Sister Sayuri who was holding one of his arms and seemed to be thrusting forward from time to time.

His voice became even hoarse: "I know, Eriri, I need to take a shower."

"Humph!"

The aunt of the pig is the aunt of the pig.

Leaving behind a nasal sound, the footsteps outside the door gradually faded away.

Nomiya's throat moved, and he pulled out his wrapped hands, and also released the hands that had been covering the other person. Bending over, he closed the loose kimono and tied it with the belt.

Despite this, there are still large areas exposed, after all, it is only roughly processed.

He sat slumped with his back to the bathtub, his voice hoarse: "That's why I said, don't drug me anymore."

There was no reply for a long time.

Until at some point, a hand rested on his shoulder.

His voice was still numb, but he had clearly regained his sanity: "Feng Zao, help me up."

Nomiya's eyes moved, he stood up, lowered his eyes to look at the floor tiles, and helped her up.

Stepping out of the bathtub, Sayuri Sawamura glanced at the other person's lower body, which was not calm at all, and then immediately turned away: "Sorry, I didn't expect this to happen."

Nomiyama didn't say anything, he just drained the cold water from the bathtub and started adding hot water.

He didn't know what to say in this situation. In fact, his brain was already in a mess when the other party untied his kimono and pulled down his hands.

He supported the other person while keeping the water running: "You have been soaked in cold water for a while, it is better to take a bath and sweat it out."

As he spoke, he lowered his head, his eyes inevitably sweeping across the other person's front, his voice suppressing some emotions: "You should still be able to take a bath by yourself, right?"

Sayuri Sawamura was keenly aware of the passing gaze. She pursed her lips, not revealing anything, and just took a breath: "Okay."

Hearing this, Nomiyama loosened his grip and let go of the other person's body that was scented with flowers.

His voice was dry: "Then I'll go first."

Sayuri Sawamura's voice was filled with emotion: "Okay."

......

Nomiya walked out of Sawamura's house quickly without stopping, and then stopped at a certain moment. He looked at the long night road, and then glanced at his younger brother who was still not calmed down.

He squatted down, holding his head.

The appearance of that body seemed to be directly engraved in my mind, and the beauty of a butterfly in the water appeared in my mind almost every moment.

Completely, irrepressibly.

"It's over, Eriri, how should I face you..."

......

Sayuri Sawamura untied the straps again, threw her kimono out of the bathtub, and looked at the ceiling quietly.

She lay with her head tilted back, her purple eyes motionless, as if she had completely lost her spirit.

At one point, she covered her red face with her hands.

"It's over, Eriri, how should I face him..."

......

When he got home, Nomiyama casually said, "I'm back."

Without stopping, he picked up his change of clothes and headed for the bathroom.

Go into the bathroom, undress, and run cold water into the tub.

He couldn't wait to lie down in the cold water before it was filled.

No, no, no, I have to calm down.

There was a knock on the bathroom door, and the person outside was a little worried: "Feng Zao, are you okay? I see that you look a little strange."

Nomiyama's voice was slightly hoarse: "It's nothing, I just sweated and needed a bath, you go and rest."

After a moment of silence outside the door, he replied, "Okay."

Only when the footsteps faded away did Nomiya take a deep breath and look down.

There is absolutely no sign of it calming down.

He stood up, wiped the water off his face and put on his clothes.

Spiritual food. At times like this, we need the help of spiritual food.

He opened the bathroom door, walked up the stairs and into his room.

Reaching out, he fumbled and chose from the bookshelf on the wall.

In Japan, comic books are an ever-effective tool for killing time and a good companion for young people.

Holding the comic book, Nomiya sat cross-legged on the bed, trying to suppress his physical reactions with mental immersion.

The Jiu Ling

After a long while, he stared at the red and white butterflies covering the pages of the comic book and fell silent.

......

Sayuri Sawamura wiped the water off her body, changed her clothes, and walked out of the bathroom with her hair loose.

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The body is soft, but also has a sense of transparency.

She didn't go to find Eriri, mainly because her mind was still a little confused.

Holding the escalator up, she breathed, thought of the previous scene, and pursed her lips.

When she opened the door, her eyes immediately fell on the gift box on the desk.

The gift box is not small. It is his birthday present today.

In silence, Sayuri Sawamura walked over there and untied the ribbon of the gift box.

Inside was an apron and some small equipment that obviously needed to be assembled.

His eyes lingered on the apron, which must have been given by Yukino.

Then, Sayuri Sawamura took out the small components and looked at them carefully.

Some are like lab supplies, but smaller.

A small still...

Distillation is also purification in a sense.

Purification? Medicine?

When I thought about medicine, I couldn't help but think about my previous absurdity.

With a thud, she threw herself onto the bed, covering her hot face.

Chapter 96 It's This World's Fault

Something's wrong with Feng Zao today.

Kato Megumi shifted her gaze and looked at the table next to her and made this judgment easily.

Too active, more active than usual, even a little abnormal.

Throughout the morning, he no longer sat there in a daze, nor did he take out a comic book to read. Instead, he just kept his eyes open, his gaze almost never stopping, wandering around the classroom.

His presence was too strong and his reputation too bad, so everyone he stared at was forced to react, staring back stiffly.

Ah, those bloodshot eyes.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class. Kato Megumi was neither anxious nor impatient. She calmly took out her lunch box and looked to the side.

He had already stood up, waiting for him with a bright look on his face.

With a calm look in her eyes, Kato Megumi stood up and followed him as usual, only asking, "Did Fenghaya not sleep well last night?"

The boy's voice was filled with excitement: "No, I'm not asleep."

So that's why I stayed up all night and became hyperactive.

With her eyes moving slightly, Kato Hui walked to his side and walked side by side in the corridor: "What's wrong?"

"I was thinking about a few things last night."

"Yeah." Kato Megumi took over at the right time and gestured to continue.

Nomiyama tilted his head, his bloodshot eyes filled with some special emotions: "Who am I? Where do I come from? Where am I going?"

Kato Megumi paused slightly, but her expression remained unchanged. She was just curious: "Has Feng thought it through?"

"Of course." Nomiyama took out a candy and handed it to her. "I'm Nomiyama Fuhaya. It doesn't matter where I come from or where I'm going."

"Every choice I make is in accordance with my heart and in line with what is right for me."

"If something goes wrong, it's definitely the world's fault."

The meaning of the old wife

Kato Megumi's voice was flat: "I see, Feng Zao wants to be the big devil, Homelander."

"That's a bit too much. I'm so kind that even the ghosts passing by would say I'm a good person." He complained, and then his excitement gradually rose. "Kato, let me tell you, this morning, I observed my classmates and discovered a lot of things."

"Well, you say." Kato Megumi walked up the stairs at the same time as him and glanced at him.

"I noticed that Hinata-san and Sasaki-san like each other."

His fingers tightened slightly, and Kato Hui looked at him, slightly puzzled: "Aren't they both boys?"

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"Yeah." Nomi-san stroked his chin with one hand, "And there are about eleven people in the class who like Hayato Hayama, and several of them are boys."

As he spoke, he looked at Kato, his eyes bloodshot even more clearly, his excitement undisguised: "Do you know what's the most interesting thing? Hinata-san and Sasaki-san actually often look at Hayama Hayato, and the emotions in their eyes are very strange."

"Neon junior high school students are so precocious."

Kato Megumi opened her mouth, but ultimately chose to remain silent.

......

Nomiyama did not sleep last night. After he returned home, he said hello to Gong Yu, then went straight into the bathroom and filled it with cold water to soak himself.

After finding that it was useless, he changed his clothes, went back to his room, and started flipping through comic books.