There's something wrong with my love tips

Chapter 127 Once, Twice, Three Times
"Don't have so many opinions."

As Mochizuki Mayaya spoke, she knelt down with her smooth white legs and moved closer little by little. Her clear eyes stayed on Natsume Yuikawa's slightly surprised face for a long time.

"what are you up to?"

Natsume Weichuan suddenly became alert and raised his arm a little defensively.

Mochizuki Mayaya did not answer, but a smile naturally appeared at the corner of her mouth. She watched Natsume Yuikawa's eyes close, then she took a deep breath and moved closer to Natsume Yuikawa.

"Chirp."

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly because of nervousness. She lightly touched Mochizuki Mayaya's lips and intended to leave immediately. However, just after they separated a little distance, Natsume Yuikawa, who was suddenly attacked, had already reacted.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, stopped Mochizuki Mayaya from moving apart, and then continued to pull her down. Her soft hair scratched her cheek itchily, and at the same time, he could feel her light and soft body pressing against him warmly.

"Well"

After a muffled groan, Mochizuki Maaya's brain suddenly went blank. She wanted to stop Natsume Yuikawa's aggressive demands, but after clenching her fist for a moment, she slowly relaxed it and silently attached it to Natsume Yuikawa's back.

The night was hazy, and there was a faint fragrance lingering in the bedroom. The bedside lamp emitted a soft light, adding a touch of warmth to the profiles of the two people who were in ecstasy.

Mochizuki Maaya followed Natsume Yuikawa's actions until she felt a little out of breath, then she gently patted his back in protest.

Once, twice, three times.
Natsume Yuikawa counted silently in his heart, and only when he felt that Mochizuki Maaya's strength suddenly became stronger did he loosen his arms around her waist.

"You! Huhu."

Mochizuki Maaya had just regained her freedom and hadn't even caught her breath yet when she angrily raised her arm and pointed at Natsume Yuikawa, wanting to say something. But after saying just one word, she couldn't hold back her breath and gasped in embarrassment.

The wrapped bath towel had become loose due to the previous activities, revealing many beautiful scenery. Mochizuki Mayaya's white palms were covering her chest, and her pretty face was unconsciously dyed with patches of bright red.

But even so, as if she didn't want to see Natsume Yuikawa being too proud, Mochizuki Maaya still forced a hint of determination in her misty eyes and glared at Natsume Yuikawa fiercely.

Unfortunately, due to these conditions, the look did not seem threatening at all. Natsume Weichuan just smiled, rubbed her head with his hand, and said, "You started it first, I just followed your example."

"Humph."

Mochizuki Maya sat back and straightened her hair that was messed up by Natsume Yuikawa. Her cheeks puffed up in anger and she said, "I just wanted to shut you up so you wouldn't say so much. Now it seems that I was wrong. How could you be a good boy? You are clearly a hidden villain."

"Whatever you say."

Natsume Yuikawa thought he had not suffered any loss and could not deny what Mochizuki Maya said, but when she was distracted, he calmly reached out to the switch button of the desk lamp.

"Click."

"Ok?"

The bedroom suddenly became pitch black. Mochizuki Mayaya blinked her clear eyes in the darkness. As soon as she uttered a light "ah", she felt something pounce on her, untied the bath towel on her body very accurately, and attacked her exposed parts.

"Natsume, come on, don't touch there!"

The resistance suddenly softened, and the angry words finally turned into sobs.
Silent all night.

The next morning. As soon as it was light, Natsume Yuikawa sat at the head of the bed with his body tensed. He glanced at Mochizuki Maya, who was kneeling in front of him in a duck-sitting posture, sometimes lowering her head, sometimes looking up, and constantly busy. His slightly opened lips trembled twice.

"Hiss, Maya-chan, be a little gentler."

Hearing this, Mochizuki Maaya stopped what she was doing, raised her face, rolled her eyes at him unhappily, and said, "Did you listen to me last night?"

"I didn't expect your nails to be so sharp."

Natsume Weichuan looked at the several red marks on his body that had been treated with anti-inflammatory drugs. From this alone, it can be seen that he played a little too crazy yesterday. He didn't feel anything at the time. It was only when he accidentally saw it when he got up this morning that he realized it was a little painful.

"Now you know."

Mochizuki Maya said calmly, her beautiful eyes still focused on the wounds on his body. After finding that there was still one wound on his neck, she poured some more into her palm, lightly touched it with her fingertips, and said to Natsume Yuikawa:

"I can't see clearly like this, lift your head a little higher."

"it is good."

Natsume Weichuan raised his head obediently, and the wound was gently rubbed by Mochizuki Maaya's fingertips, which felt itchy like being licked by a kitten.

After moving his throat, Natsume Yuikawa raised his head and said, "Maaya-chan, I think you'd better not grow your nails long, otherwise it will be very inconvenient."

"Inconvenient, what do you mean?"

Without even looking up, Mochizuki Maaya applied the anti-inflammatory solution evenly, screwed the bottle cap shut and put it away. Then she glanced at her nails and said, "My nails aren't particularly long. Aren't most girls like this?"

"That's true."

Mochizuki Maya had already withdrawn her hand, and Natsume Yuikawa lowered his head to look at her again, saying in a joking tone: "Next time I must remind you in advance, otherwise if I leave a few red marks every time, people will think something is wrong with me."

After hearing his words, Mochizuki Maaya pursed her cherry-colored lips and said, "There won't be a next time."

There won’t be a next time. What does this mean?

After walking out of the house and arriving at school, Natsume Weichuan sat in his seat, stroking his chin and began to think.

Asking Mochizuki Mayaya directly will definitely not work. Given her personality, if you ask, the answer will definitely change to another one at the same time as the question is asked, so let's leave it for the fun of opening a blind box later.

Just as he was thinking about it, a pair of eyes as clear and bright as glass marbles appeared in front of Natsume Weichuan.

After a brief look, the pair of eyes blinked and finally narrowed into a thin line. Nanase Ayami stood up and greeted with a smile: "Why are you frowning so early in the morning? What are you worried about, Natsume-kun?"

[At this age, there are too many things to worry about. If you fail to firmly grasp the opportunity in front of you, and wait for Nanase Ayami to bloom with sharp thorns, you may have one more worry. 】

"nothing."

Natsume Yuikawa put down the hand that was supporting his head, and his eyes swept across Nanase Ayami's twin ponytails that swayed slightly with her movements. He felt a little bit of admiration for this girl who always maintained an optimistic attitude.

"What's up Nanase-san?"

(End of this chapter)