[Net King] Tomoyo who domesticated roses

The child sees the wind, and clearly feels that Zhishi was a pink and tender little dumpling not long ago, but who knows that Zhishi who tilted his head and watched the stars with Oni-chan, turned into a watery girl on the branch in a blink of an eye. Hanging fruit, entered the puberty of girls.

Tomoyo, the little girl, was not frightened that day when a guest who was the closest to the girl during puberty visited.On the contrary, the Atobe boy, who had never deeply understood the miraculous process needed to transform from a lolita to a little girl, was taken aback.

Of course, Atobe, who has received the baptism education of physiology class, would not ask such bright words such as "Are you hurt?", but Atobe who has never come out of the mode of taking care of his cute sister is not a god. Prepare the necessities for girls coming to relatives in advance.

Therefore, the little angel with wings is such an important thing for the girl when the aunt visits, I can only ask the Ministry of Finance to go out and buy it in person.

After all, it is impossible for him to let the servants who are already on vacation send up such things that are clearly intriguing but cannot be explained clearly.

It's impossible to say that Atobe, a boy, needs to use it, and it's not boys who need military training...

So the boys standing next to the shelves suddenly realized that it was not a good thing for these merchants to implement the saying that the customer is God too well.

Not to mention how stressful Atobe, who is bursting with self-confidence, is stressed by the strange eyes and nagging thoughts of women of all ages around the shelves. The uncle has a high IQ countless times.

Sanitary napkins still need so many varieties and styles, can’t they be made into the same type as baby diapers?

It’s fine for daily use and night use, what is soft and thin cotton, and this, wing protector, ultra-thin, extended version...

Even though he is very knowledgeable and his knowledge exceeds that of many boys of the same age, Atobu still has difficulties in this bunch of weird packaging.

So the arrogant Atobu caressed the tear mole, snapped his fingers, and decided to implement the three-character mantra of "buy, buy, buy".

Atobe, who took all the types of the brand with the highest price on the shelf, calmly carried the shopping basket to the cashier counter, swiped his card to check out, and left gracefully, leaving behind a bunch of red-eyed girls who were full of love: " Why don't we have such a tall, handsome, considerate and gentle boyfriend...couldn't it be a filming crew?"

After seeing the black card that was said to be issued in limited quantities, the girl who knew the goods silently added a sentence: "It's okay to have a standard male lead like a domineering president, rich and handsome, why even the gentle and considerate attribute is still there Yes, let's not let the male mix. The director who wrote the script really wants to give a bad review."

However, the general cast of a male lead with such a high gold content can't afford it, after all, where is his worth?

Fortunately, the next scene was not seen by them, otherwise the hearts of the girls who were half bright and half sad would be broken into dregs.

Just concentrate on being your domineering and ruthless male lead. At worst, it’s okay to have a classic line from Tianliang Wang Po. Is it okay to stop being a gentle male supporting role?

As a girl's instinct, Tomoyo can naturally pick out what she needs from a pile of sanitary napkins. Of course, one thing to ignore is the shy look on the girl's face when she took the package. It's too intimate to do such a thing for her in a special period.

Atobe Oni-chan, who doesn't know the little girl's mind, continues her warm and silent style.

Brown sugar water, warm baby, and asking for warmth, these essential equipment and skills are all in harmony with the incarnation of a warm man.

Tomoyo, who was ordered to lie peacefully on the warm bed and sipped brown sugar water, moved a little, and the deep, deep and affectionate male voice reciting sonnets fell into his lips.

"Ah, are you bored?" The slanted eyes revealed the question of what kind of tricks you were playing again, and Atobe, who was rarely an announcer, was very helpless for Tomoyo who just refused to obey and stay calm.

"Oni-chan, I want to wash my hair..." The small voice that came out gradually faded away... The domineering and macho Oni-chan was the most annoying, and Zhishi, who smiled obediently and sweetly, sighed secretly in his heart .

Sure enough, it's coming again.Tomoyo thought with a bit of a headache when he saw a certain Oni-chan, who was full of love, sinking his face and caressing the tear mole.

"It's a special time for you now, you can't catch cold, so give me up on the idea of ​​washing your hair at this time." Atobe, with arms folded, has already answered Tomoyo's question with neat words.

Before this, there have been countless conversations like this: Outdoor sports are bad for your health, three words are not allowed to go, wearing skirts is easy to catch cold, three words are not allowed to wear, reading is too tiring, or three words are not allowed to read...

Tomoyo, who covered his face with a plush teddy bear, didn't want to look at Oni-chan's face full of negative sentences now.

You're so handsome, the girl won't buy it from you.Even Tomoyo, who is gentle in nature, only has two words when facing the Atobu possessed by the housekeeper at this moment: God trouble.

It can be seen that when a person is ruthless, there must be another person who likes to make trouble for no reason.

But who is to say that people are in such a violent period.The physical discomfort magnifies Zhishi's psychological discomfort infinitely.

The girl hugged the teddy bear so that Atobe, who couldn't see her expression clearly at the moment, put down the poetry book in his hand, stood up, and rubbed his forehead with a headache.

The silence in which neither of them said a word turned the silence of the room into the embarrassment of a tug-of-war stalemate.

Occasionally quarrelsome, most of the time is obedient Zhishi, even the unreasonable drama can be interpreted in a different way, becoming gentle and gentle, which is irresistible.

"But, it will make you feel uncomfortable if you don't wash your hair, is it really not possible?" Rourou's tone could not hear the slightest reluctance, but asked weakly, with a hint of pleading.

Zhishi has learned three points of the trick of showing weakness subtly.

She lowered her head, her age-changing hair had reached a certain length, scattered around her slender, wicker-like waist, and her back, buried in the big embrace of the teddy bear, trembled slightly, with a hint of sadness in it.

Well, in fact, it’s not a big deal to wash your hair. You can’t catch cold in special periods, as long as you blow dry your hair immediately after washing.Atobu, whose favorite girl was crying silently, conceded defeat as he did countless times at the beginning, and he also found a suitable excuse when he gave in.

"I agreed."

Tomoyo who raised his head was overjoyed, and looked at Atobe with tears in his eyes, with a look of disbelief, the expression on his face can be described by the words "really?"

Knowing that Oni-chan would be tricked, Tomoyo secretly laughed and cheered secretly.

After washing three thousand threads of troubles, Tomoyo encountered new troubles.Keeping waist-length hair is the embodiment of girls' love for beauty, and at the same time satisfies the boys' dark, long and straight plot.

Tomoyo, who originally wanted to cut his hair short, had always had long hair because Atobe, who also had black and long straight plots, had long hair, but at the same time, it was troublesome not only when washing, but also when drying.

Even with the development of science and the emergence of artifacts such as hair dryers, it is still tiring to take care of a long hair.

After absorbing most of the moisture with a dry towel, Tomoyo sat on a chair with his wet long hair on his head, and buzzed towards the hair with a hair dryer that did not damage the hair.

Tomoyo, whose shoulders and hands were sore after several incidents and lagging behind, looked at the half-dried hair result and nodded in satisfaction.

Zhishi who put down the hair dryer thought he was done and planned to leave, but the frowning overseer said, "Wait a minute."

Walking to Tomoyo's side, Atobe stretched out his hand to touch her wet hair, his brows furrowed even higher.

If it is said to be dry, it must be done in a real way. This kind of half-drying result makes it difficult for the picky and perfect Atobu to look at it, so he just picked up the hair dryer on the table and started to operate it.

Although it is the first time, the joints are clearly defined, and the slender five fingers are like flexible fish passing through the fluffy and silky black hair like seaweed. The occasional unintentional touch of the full finger pulp is like a gentle kiss on the scalp. Bursts of numbness, the electric current from the scalp to the tip of the hair was transmitted to Tomoyo's beating heart bit by bit.

Electric dizziness mixed with the warm afternoon sun caused the girl who was sitting quietly on the chair to have the illusion of drinking red wine before her eyes, and slowly lowered her head and fell asleep.

The golden sunlight pouring all over the ground casts a warm halo on the outdoor balcony for standing, sitting, moving, and stillness. The years are quiet and beautiful.

Press the switch, and the warm air blowing through the hair stops abruptly.Atobu used his hands as a comb to smooth out the long, smooth hair and spread it over the girl's shoulders and waist.

After waiting for a while, Atobe, who found that Tomoyo hadn't moved, walked up to the girl and knelt down to watch.As expected, the girl who was so quiet only at certain times closed her eyes and slept peacefully.

"Ah huh? Asleep, it's really not gorgeous..." Although the words were distasteful, the movements of hugging the Sleeping Beauty sideways were so gentle and cautious.

Gently put it down, brushed away the hair sticking to the girl's cheeks, and covered her with a quilt, a series of movements were as natural and familiar as flowing clouds...

This kind of tenderness makes people not love, Atobe bent down. What fell on his forehead was a loving and gentle kiss.

Which adolescent girl can escape such a gentle temptation? It is understandable that Tomoyo, who is treated tenderly day and night, has inexplicable feelings for Atobe, who is not like Oni-chan and more like a good boyfriend?

Many years later, Mr. Atobe, who met his rival in love and turned into a jealous rose, was arrogant again: "Do you love me?"

In order to appease an awkward gentleman, he domesticated Mrs. Atobe, who is full of sweet talk skills: "Well, let me think about it first?"

To think about this kind of thing, Atobe's handsome face retracted, although the corners of the raised eyes were [-]% dissatisfied, there was still a point of loneliness that could not be ignored.

Looking at Mr. Atobe with the words "Bukaisen" written all over his body, Mrs. Atobe snickered, stepped forward and hugged his tall and thin waist, buried in his warm and generous chest, listening to the familiar heartbeat The voice continued.

"I blame you for being too beautiful, and I also blame you for being too gentle. I, at that time, couldn't help falling in love with you..."

The author has something to say:

Qunmayao, Aman came back, continued to sprinkle sugar, and told me loudly: Sweety, have you been telegraphed by such a gentle Atobe-kun, do you want to be sweeter?