Didn’t you say you were just using me as a substitute?

The entrance to the concert venue was already empty.

The cold wind blowing from the sea at night danced with Eriri's long hair, which was as fine as golden sand, slightly lifted her skirt, and flowed into her neckline and sleeves.

Ying Lili shrank her neck and hugged herself tighter.

She ignored her lifted skirt, just like a child who had lost her parents and was standing there obediently waiting for them to pick her up. Her beautiful sapphire eyes stared straight ahead, waiting for Watanabe Takashi to pick her up.

Just like in fairy tales, the one who protects the princess must be a knight, and Watanabe Takashi will definitely find her, even if she doesn't mention it.

When the wind blows, it brings with it a rustling sound of fallen leaves.

As Eriri gazed with delight, a black-haired boy wearing glasses appeared in her sight, panting.

The evening breeze blew his hair in front of his forehead.

The boy walked up to her step by step, his expression grim, perhaps about to curse. But the words he said in the end seemed so helpless.

"Don't make me worry!"

Then the boy stretched out his hand.

The moment the boy stretched out his hand, the surrounding street lights lit up in unison as if they had agreed to do so.

"I'm here to take you home, let's go."

Ying Lili's nose felt sore, and the torrent of emotions that had been suppressed since yesterday completely burst out at this moment.

"Respect."

Eriri threw herself in, no, it would be more appropriate to say she threw herself into Watanabe Takashi's arms.

"I thought you didn't want me anymore."

Kitahara Tsutomu looked down at the crying blonde girl in his arms, his mood was very complicated and heavy.

She doesn't consider herself a substitute for Tomoya Aki now.

It is obvious that Tomoya Aki has become his substitute.

It is simply contrary to Tiangang.

130

Chapter 130 You are not in my future.

The golden moon and stars dot the blue night sky.

The moonlight flows quietly.

On the steps in front of the music hall, Ying Lili sat on the ground. She blinked curiously at him: "Zun, how did you find me? Did you hear the address I told you last?"

"No."

Kitahara Takashi pulled a heat pad from his bag and had Eriri apply it to the upper left side of her abdomen. He turned his head and said, "I saw you retweet the Ikebukuro Station Comic Con event on Twitter, and I saw your name on the poster, so I came here."

Looking at the heat pack in the palm of my hand, a warm current rose from the bottom of my heart, creating ripples in my heart.

Ever since Watanabe Takashi knew that he had a cold body, he always kept this thing in his bag.

"When I got to the comic convention, I realized you were gone."

"I had no choice but to ask along the way and run along the way."

"I ran so hard to find you that I was covered in sweat."

Speaking of this, Kitahara Tsutomu couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He was not lying when he said this, he really came here this way.

But unlike running around aimlessly, Kitahara Takashi first called his senior and asked him to check the surveillance footage at the entrance of the comic convention to confirm the direction Eriri went before taking action.

But even so, Kitahara Tsutomu looked for her for a long time.

"But it's okay, let me find you."

Eriri imagined Watanabe Tsuyoshi anxiously looking for her all over the street, and her soft heart was touched. An indescribable strong emotion seemed to surge from the bottom of her heart.

She looked at him with infinite love in her eyes and a thousand words of love in her eyebrows.

"Don't move, I'll give you a massage."

After Eriri put on the heat pack, Kitahara Takashi gently rubbed her abdomen with his palm to stimulate gastrointestinal motility and promote blood circulation.

Speaking of which, this method was developed while he was taking care of Shizuka Hiratsuka.

Shizuka Hiratsuka smoked and drank, and his stomach hurt from time to time, so he went to the school doctor to learn this massage technique.

The effect is outstanding, and everyone who has used it says it's good.

"This is my first time giving someone a massage, so I can't control the strength well. Please tell me if it hurts."

In fact, Kitahara Takashi has already been able to control the strength very well, but when he talks to girls, he always says that it is his first time giving a massage.

The purpose is to create the image that I, Kitahara Takashi, am simple and clean, and at first glance I am an honest person who does his duty.

"High-end prey often takes the form of hunters."

This was what his friend told him after he went to sea.

The first time mentioned by Kitahara Takashi ≈ the first kiss that occurs at midnight.

Whoever believes it is a fool.

"Good~"

This is not!

There is a little fool here.

Hearing that Kitahara Takashi had another first time for her, Eriri felt as sweet as if she had eaten strawberry ice cream.

Under the warm yellow light, the young man looked focused, his handsome yet somewhat immature face was covered with a layer of soft gauze, revealing a hint of tenderness.

The warmth coming from those hands with strong bones, fair skin, and beautiful appearance like works of art made Eriri suddenly feel a little shy.

A faint blush gradually appeared on her face, like the first blooming cherry blossoms, and her ears were as red as ripe cherries.

Don't be fooled by the fact that she is a comic book artist and her head is full of pornographic garbage. She draws all kinds of humiliation, minotaurs, tentacles, multiple people, and hypnosis, but she is actually a pure love warrior.

Apart from her father, the most intimate contact she has with the opposite sex is just holding hands.

This little hand is still held with Watanabe Tsuyoshi, and she has never held hands with Aki Tomoya.

Thinking of Tomoya Aki, Eriri suddenly felt very sorry for him. She had a sense of guilt and twisted her body slightly.

"Did I hurt you?"

The boy's voice was so gentle that it immediately brought Eriri back to her senses.

Our eyes met, and in the quiet night, his eyes were bright and warm.

At this moment, Eriri really wanted to slap herself. She felt like a piece of shit, thinking about other boys while being with Watanabe Takashi.

"No."

"That's good."

Kitahara Takashi concentrates on giving Eriri a massage.

When he was giving me a massage, he really had no dirty thoughts.

Because he has already played more exciting things today.

Apart from anything else, the remote control is still in his pocket.

In fact, when taking photos with Kitagawa Umi today, Kitahara Takashi felt very uncomfortable.

To borrow a phrase from Brother Kun: I am very angry now.

Fortunately, Kitahara Takashi is a veteran of PUBG, not Quark, and he knows how to control the gun. Fortunately, it is in a public place like a comic convention, otherwise even Kitahara Takashi himself cannot guarantee that he will not press Kitagawa Ume's head down and tell her to open her mouth quickly because there is something urgent.

Kitahara Takashi has pretty strong self-control, but you can't just keep hitting people just because your bulletproof vest can stop bullets, right?

Besides, his little brother is free and sometimes really out of his control.

After massaging Eriri for about ten minutes, Kitahara Takashi asked, "How is it? Does it still hurt?"

Ying Lili felt it for a moment, then said with a hint of grievance in her voice: "It still hurts."

"There's no other way. Looks like we have to go to the hospital."

Kitahara Takashi took out his cell phone and made an appointment for Eriri online.

After doing all this, he looked at Eriri again: "Can you still go?"

Eriri shook her head, her blonde hair swaying.

"Come up."

Kitahara Tsutomu had no choice but to half-kneel down in front of her.

Eriri smiled, her eyes curved into a pair of crescents, and she leaned over as if to pounce on him, with her arms around his neck.

Kitahara Takashi held up her slender thighs.

Because she was wearing sportswear, Kitahara Takashi couldn't touch her skin at all, so I give a bad review.

As for the touch of the back, there is a little bit.

Slightly better than a tablet.

For some reason, Kitahara Takashi thought of the small and cute second Miss Yukinoshita and couldn't help but smile.

At this time, Eriri's sinister voice sounded: "Are you thinking about other girls?"

Beihara Zun was shocked!

Aren’t women’s sixth senses so sharp?

Can you guess this?

"What are you talking about? Could I be that kind of person?"

Kitahara Tsune first refuted the other party with righteous words, and then he smiled a little embarrassedly: "I am happy because I can carry you on my back like this."

"Actually, I've secretly fantasized about a scene like today."

"It feels like a dream that my goal has suddenly been achieved. Eriri, how about you pinch me?"

"Oh, no, no, it would be bad if I woke up from the dream. It's a rare good dream, so I'd better not wake up yet."

When Eriri heard this was the reason, her face turned red and she cursed softly, "Idiot!" Then she tilted her head and put her cheek against his strong and broad shoulder.

'It was a close call, it was me.'

Kitahara Takashi praised his on-the-spot reaction ability and top-notch acting skills.

If this happened to ordinary people, would they have this reaction?

"actually……"

Kitahara Takashi was indulging in himself when a thin voice, carried along with the summer evening breeze, entered his ears.

“We can do the same in the future.”

Kitahara Takashi stopped smiling.

His long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he wanted to rub the dark night of the city into his slightly curled eyelashes.

"But Sawamura, you are not in my future."

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131

Chapter 131: Qingmei is no match for the one who comes from heaven.

"Dad, why didn't you go home yesterday?"

In the director's office on the top floor of a hospital in Tokyo.

A girl who looked exactly like Nakano Ichika, Nakano Miku, and Nakano Yotsuba, except for her makeup and hairstyle, asked a question to a handsome and well-mannered man sitting in the office.

Her expression was angry and her tone was questioning.