My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 197 Xiaozhen, are you serious?
A spacious hotel room with a chandelier ceiling.

There are a few strands of hair on the tip of the nose, and a faint fragrance lingers.

Fujiwara Hoshiku turned his head to the side, and in his hazy vision, Niijima was sleeping comfortably against his chest.

The air conditioner in the room was turned on very low. The two of them were covered with the same quilt and pillow. His hand was on her waist, as if she was not wearing any clothes?
Fujiwara Xingkong retracted his head into the quilt to feel it, and then stuck out his head with a strange expression.

What did I do last night?

The aftereffects of the hangover were still affecting his thinking. Fujiwara Hoshikora squinted his eyes and carefully thought about what happened after returning to the hotel last night.

It seems that after drinking too much, the spirit is very dependent on what can be grasped in the chaos, so when Niijima really planned to put him on the bed last night, he grabbed her and the two rolled on the same bed .

Niijima seemed to have comforted him in a low voice at that time, but he didn't know what he was doing at that time, but he had a vague obsession in his deep consciousness - he couldn't let Niijima leave.

In order not to let her go, he tore off her clothes.

The reason is that if you take off her clothes one by one, she won't be able to leave.

Although Makoto Niijima was obedient to him, she was just a girl after all. He touched her roughly last night, and said in a daze that he didn't remember anything.

Summary: Fake wine harms people.

Fujiwara Hoshikora slowly sat up straight, remembering how drunk he was and how he went crazy last night, and rubbed his still aching head in confusion.

"." Niijima opened her eyes and sat up anxiously after seeing him, "What's the matter with you?" Then, when her upper body was cold, she hurriedly retracted into the quilt again, revealing half of her head, angrily stare at him.

Fujiwara Hoshizora stretched out his hand, caressed her delicate face, and tidied the messy hair on her forehead.

"You lied to me again!" Niijima gritted his teeth and stared at him relentlessly.

"What are you referring to?" Fujiwara Xingkong retracted into the quilt, feeling her graceful body, wrapped one hand around her waist, and pressed her back with the other to forcefully pull her over, making her cling to him.

"Anyway, you didn't tell the truth!"

"Then let me lie to you forever."

Nestling in his arms, Niijima blinked, beautiful, youthful, and full of vitality.

Fujiwara Hoshikora hugged her tighter, "Since you followed me last night, you should have heard everything I said."

Niijima let out an inaudible "hmm".

"I'm sorry." Fujiwara Xingkong stroked her smooth back, his voice was soft and sad, "I may not have done well."

"And I don't know how to correct it."

"There are things in the world, some can be redeemed and some cannot be redeemed." Fujiwara Xingkong sniffed, "It is irreversible to say something in it, and it can no longer be redeemed when it reaches this point. I said it, and you heard it too. Like cement hardening in an iron bucket, many, many things have solidified, and I don't know what else to say except I'm sorry."

Niijima shook his head with all his strength, "You don't need to apologize. I imposed all this on you."

"No." Fujiwara Xingkong firmly denied, and answered her in a low voice: "I have enjoyed the feeling of being with you from the beginning, in front of Sister Risa and Xia Xilin, I am more like a child Same, listen to what they say, try to do things according to their preferences, lest they frown."

"But Xiaozhen is different. Only in front of Xiaozhen can I find a little "big man" feeling."

"You know, men have a strong sense of vanity. Being loved and admired by a beautiful girl is something to be proud of. I enjoy it very much."

Niijima raised his head incredulously, and met his gaze.

Fujiwara Xingkong moved his hand from her back, touched her head, and said with a smile: "When I realized that you liked me, I should have rejected you earlier. But I can't bear you in my heart, so I kept procrastinating." dragging on, sinking deeper and deeper."

"By now, I can't make up for it by saying more, but I will say it anyway."

"Unless you hate me, I won't let you go."

Niijima stared at his face intently, speechless.

"Makoto." Fujiwara Hoshizora called softly.

Niijima noticed that there was something touching in his eyes, as if he could gently peel off the membrane covering the human heart layer by layer.

"Remember in Shenyin Town? You made two rings out of foxtail, one for you and one for me."

She stared blankly at Fujiwara Hoshikora's empty index finger, and there was a faint light that flickered on and off deep in her eyes. The faint light was reminiscent of the flickering candlelight at the end of the dark corridor.

If the hood is not used to block the wind, the candle will be blown out in the next second.

Fujiwara Xingkong leaned over and pressed his lips to her forehead, she closed her eyes and said nothing.

"Please always like me, okay?" he asked.

"Why do you always like someone who doesn't like me?" She closed her eyes and asked calmly in a very popular voice.

"As you said, I am like the starry sky, I will shine."

"Sorry, the light pollution in Tokyo is very serious, I can't see the starry sky."

"Xiaozhen, I won't be polite if you do this again!"

"What else can you do?" Before she could say anything, Fujiwara Xingkong suddenly lowered his head and bit her neck.

Niijima froze immediately, he could feel the heat of his breath on his neck, and his heart was "pounding", as if he was going to jump out of his body in the next second.

She curled up slightly.

That's it.

There is nothing unnatural or unpleasant in the expression.

"Xiaozhen, you must always like me, okay?" The whispered whisper, mixed with moist heat, stirred her heart.

"You let go"

"Promise or not?"

"No, okay, okay. I promise." Niijima called out a few times as if begging for mercy.

"late!"

Fujiwara Hoshikora didn't let go of her at all, she could only hug his neck tightly,

After a long time, Fujiwara Hoshizora stopped what he was doing.

Niijima curled up in his arms, a lot of sweat oozing from his body, and a few strands of short brown hair stuck to his forehead, like lines carefully drawn with a paintbrush.

"." Niijima glared at him contentedly and angrily.

"It's like the foxtail in Shenyin Town."

"why?"

"In the midsummer sun, the ears of foxtail grass were pinched off by the girl and scattered out against the wind. The ears of grass flew all over the sky, flew over mountains, rivers, grasslands and forests, and finally flew into the depths of the blue sea. It became a lantern fish, don’t you think it’s cute?”

"I don't understand what you're talking about at all." Niijima shook his head cutely.

"I asked you to read more books but you don't." Fujiwara Hoshizora cursed.

"Do you think all the people in our ninth subject are as idle as you?"

She pouted slightly, her expression very helpless.

Fujiwara Hoshizora smiled and rubbed her forehead with his nose. The atmosphere was peaceful and he didn't want to talk.

Fujiwara Xingkong closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and silently encouraged himself in his heart.

Even urban legends can work, why can’t such a cute girl!
"call!"

Taking a long breath, in the bright light, his face slowly approached, covering her lips tenderly.

"Ok?"

Then, he pulled away quickly and retched.

Niijima closed his eyes helplessly.

"Sorry, sorry, the alcohol is not over. Let's try again."

This was a kiss that lasted for just over five seconds. After the separation, Fujiwara Xingkong was restless, staring at the ceiling all the time, unable to think about anything.

Niijima leaned against his chest, listened to his ragged breathing, felt the warmth of his skin, and felt satisfied in his heart.

As long as this hurdle is crossed, there is nothing to worry about.

The two hugged each other like this.

Fujiwara Hoshizo stroked her hair and kissed her small ears and collarbone.I thought in my heart that I wanted to say something, but I couldn't say a word.

Then, he kissed her lips again.

"Xiaozhen." Fujiwara Xingkong hugged her to him, "Are you ready?"

Niijima let go of the hand holding the quilt and wrapped it around his neck

"Anyway, I'm just tired." Niijima shook his head, then laughed inexplicably, and the two of them pressed their faces together, "Fujiwara, you're so handsome!"

"Of course!"

"So gentle, you can forgive all my willfulness."

"That is for sure."

"It's so shameless." Niijima laughed out loud.

"Praise me, just praise me well, don't hurt me." Fujiwara Xingkong smiled and hugged her.

The best thing about his sister-in-law in his heart is that she will praise him straightforwardly.

Unlike the other two, it is harder than heaven to hear a compliment from them.

In the afternoon, the two of them didn't go anywhere and lay in bed for a long time.

The atmosphere is quiet and comfortable, extremely peaceful.

Whispering, Niijima is as lazy as a cat, as long as he looks into his eyes, his heart will be filled with a sense of warmth.

The same goes for Fujiwara Xingkong, who can speak freely in front of her, and likes to kiss her small ears over her short hair.

As soon as it touched her ear, she giggled.

Niijima's current mood seems to be a good mood that can only be felt on a Sunday morning.

A sunny holiday, a Sunday with no homework and nothing, and you can enjoy doing what you like.

Although there will be many worries on Monday, what about Sunday?

The long days of summer passed by, and at dusk, in the western sky, the sun turned into a salted egg yolk, burning red.

Fujiwara Hoshizo stood in front of the huge glass windows, gazing at the sunset of Kyoto.

On the other side of the bustling office buildings and shopping malls, there are quiet forests and deep ancient temples, girls in kimonos and elegant courtyards.It is a house with closed lattice doors and low eaves, with various signboards that are very inconspicuous.

The petals fall in the wind, and the setting sun sinks into the sky.

The proprietress of the quiet cafeteria, the wife in kimono, the monks in simple clothes, and the ordinary people walking by the Kamogawa River, these people repeat the daily pace, living as if they have nothing to do, and their mood is calm and relaxed.

This is an atmosphere that Tokyo does not have, and perhaps it is also the charm of Kyoto.

Fujiwara Xingkong raised his palm and looked at a crack in the white skin, from which a thick and foul-smelling liquid was flowing out.

"Xiao Zhen." He called.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Niijima, who was ironing his shirt, raised his head.

"Call out Yijin Zhentian."

"Oh."

A blue light flashed in front of his eyes, and a monster with a human face and a snake body floated in front of the glass curtain wall of the hotel.

Fujiwara Hoshizora turned around and walked towards Niijima Makoto, put his arms around her waist and kissed her.

As soon as their lips touched, Niijima's eyes widened in shock, and then he pushed him away with both hands.

"Ahem~~" She coughed violently a few times, and wiped the corner of her mouth with her hand, her palm was blackened.

"What are you?"

"Sorry, I'm not sure." Fujiwara Xingkong smiled helplessly, "I can't take you on an adventure this time."

Niijima stared at him angrily and stubbornly, trying to make him change his mind.

However, what she finally waited for was only a short sentence.

"We'll continue when I come back."

Then, the line of sight plunged into darkness.

Fujiwara Hoshizora helped her back to the bed, covered her with a quilt, jumped from the window onto Izu Masenten, and flew towards Central Street South.

The setting sun was like blood, burning the entire capital.

(End of this chapter)