[Comprehensive] Girlfriend's original wish

Mr. Xiangwu——

who is it?

I believe that my eyes are extremely confused at this moment, and even I myself don't know why I said this name inexplicably.

"Hello." Looking at my sluggish appearance, the prison temple narrowed his eyes slightly, and the gaze cast on my face by his grandmother's eyes was even sharper than a blade. I was stared at by him, and the familiar dizziness made me feel sick. I subconsciously covered my head.

"I, I'm sorry, I didn't know what happened just now." I said to him with my dizziness.

There is no way to control it.

I obviously didn't drink alcohol, but my brain seemed to have been infused with alcohol, and I lost all thinking ability. At the end of my vision, I saw Guisi's slightly raised green eyes full of worry.

This man's eyes are really beautiful.

These were my last thoughts before I lost consciousness.

This time it was another strange dream.

"Sorry……"

I heard my muffled voice of apology, and I stretched out my fingers trying to grab the fingers of the man in the black suit in front of me.

His fingers are slender and slender, as beautiful as a pianist's, but his right hand is full of rings, his head is slightly tilted to the right, and his originally beautiful eyes are also stained with a different color because of anger. Under the straight bridge of the nose, the resolute lips were tightly pressed.

It's no longer the previous few dreams where I couldn't even distinguish the voice and appearance. This time I can clearly judge from his appearance that he is the prison temple Hayato.

only--

Compared with the slightly childish face now, the prison temple in front of me at this moment has obviously grown a lot, the tail of the silver hair is slightly raised restlessly, and even the usually irritable face seems to have become calm Quite a bit, the dark red shirt on his body formed an extreme color contrast with his slightly pale complexion.

"After touching so many hands, don't touch me again."

He spoke to me relentlessly.

"..."

I bowed my head.

"Don't look like you're about to cry, didn't you all do that with him?"

Although the appearance has matured a lot, the voice of the prison temple made me feel cold all over. I was so frightened by his attitude that I couldn't even breathe smoothly, so I had to keep walking backwards. Get away from the person in front of you as soon as possible.

The moment I turned around and was about to leave, the prison temple had already hugged me from behind and resisted on his shoulders. Regardless of my resistance, he forcibly dragged me into the bathroom, and he threw me into the bathtub. He turned the shower to the maximum, and then poured cold water on me.

"Don't—! Don't—!"

I struggled, but in his eyes, it was nothing more than a fearless resistance. Prison Temple completely suppressed me with just one hand, and his hand was stuck on my neck, "Don't...don't what? You really like it Is it the smell that Judaimu left on you? Are you reluctant to get rid of it?"

"no……"

I tried to pull back because I had a clear view of what he was holding in his other hand as he put the shower down.

It is a cleaning agent specially used to clean the bathroom. Even if it touches the skin a little bit, it will become hot and red, and even make the skin fester.

"No? Since it's not, just obediently let me sterilize you." Prison Temple's eyes were no longer pure green, and his tune-changed voice muffled, "Miyue, it's mine. Even Judaime made it, and if it gets dirty, it must be washed clean.”

very scary……

……

………………

There is no escape.

Waking up from the dream again, I widened my eyes, and saw Hayato Gokuji staring at me from above without blinking.

His eyes are really beautiful, even in the nightmare just now, it was still his stunning eyes that attracted me the most.

Deliberately pretending to be ferocious eyes, but at the same time the pupils are flawless green, this contrast deeply attracted me.

He is no longer the paranoid adult appearance in the dream, but I still couldn't help breathing heavily. The fright I received from the nightmare just now made the T-shirt on the back of me stick to the shirt outside, and the whole person was more like The bound hands and feet could not be stretched normally.

After about a few minutes, when I looked up, I realized that I was lying on a bench near the station to rest. Obviously, he was always by my side, and even lent me his knee generously , at least it didn't put me in direct contact with the cold seat.

Prison Temple no longer had the aggressiveness that terrified me in the dream. He frowned when he saw me being on guard all the time, and whispered angrily, "Since you're awake, get up quickly."

"Me, what's wrong with me?" I ruffled my hair and made a soft, weak voice that I would no longer be surprised by.

"You fainted just now, no matter what you can't wake up." Although he was still not forgiving at all, Guisi didn't let me go immediately, instead he let my head rest on his lap subconsciously.

—do you like this?Do you like this feeling?

That strange voice drilled into my ears word by word, and slowly came out of the darkness full of malice and noiselessly. I froze for a moment, because the one who made the sound was not the prison temple who was looking at my face at the moment. Hayato.

This voice was the one that came out when I was alone with Hibari Kyouya at school.

——You look good, he must like you very much, that's why he hasn't looked directly into your eyes from the first second he met you until now.

The summer heat has not dissipated, yesterday's heavy rain did not take away the sweltering heat, the voices of pedestrians talking around did not even suppress the voice in my head, I sat up from the bench in a hurry, stared at Looking at the prison temple in front of him, he looked at me in a daze very rarely, and when he came back to his senses, he was embarrassed and embarrassed, and even pushed me away directly.

——Ah, I like it.

——At least there is a little affection, how about doing something to make him like you more?

The sound of beating drums hit my eardrums, and I stretched out my palm mechanically, "I really trouble you today, thank you, Hayato."

"Hmm...? Are you really okay?"

He hesitated for a moment, then grabbed my wrist.

"It's okay." I regained my sanity, tilted my head and looked at him, "You've never been to Tokyo, have you? Next, I'll take you for a stroll."

I grabbed his hand anti-customer-orientedly, and he froze for a while, showing a rare expression of bewilderment.

In fact, I am not a person who likes to take the initiative to others, but there is a vague consciousness in my mind that forces me to do this, as if doing a little more, a little more intimate communication and contact can make me achieve something amazing The stuff is average.

"Remember here?"

I brought the prison temple to the shrine, he turned his head halfway, first he was puzzled, and soon he showed a look of approval, "It's the shrine mentioned in the serialized novel in February, and it really looks even bigger than the Hesheng Shrine. Great, is it really the same as in your novel, where wonderful creatures will appear in the middle of the night?"

Prison Temple looked at the people who were worshiping in the shrine, the bright sun reflected his side face, his back was very thin, and his silver forehead hair was wet with sweat, all of this was clearly seen in my eyes.

"Well, the next plot is..." Prison Temple frowned and thought about the story in the novel. I silently looked at his side face, hoping that I could get closer to him, but I also hoped that he could be closer to him. I kept my distance, hoping he was just friends with me...

what's wrong with me?

I was thinking in a daze, why once I get in touch with boys, my mind seems to fail automatically, not to mention talking, even thinking is no longer my own.

"What, are you tired?"

Prison Temple called me.

"I'm okay, it's just... a little hot?" I pretended to fan myself and waved my hands desperately, diverting myself from looking at the prison temple which was too abnormal.

"Stupid, fanning like this won't cool down the temperature at all." Heji laughed. He randomly took out a few coloring pages from the wooden box in front of the shrine to promote the August activities and folded them into a fan and handed them to me, "Hey , Try this. The temperature that rains down can’t match the carbon dioxide effect of the crowd. It’s too hot, so let’s go back to Nishimori as soon as possible.”

"Then, let me try to fan it for you?" I raised my fan and waved it in front of him.

"Go away, I don't need this." He showed disgust, "Am I really wondering if you are Nagase? You are so stupid."

Although it is true to say so, since we started visiting the shrine, the prison temple has been holding my hand. Even if I am fanning the wind, his hand has never been released. At first I thought it was just Kikuji is not familiar with Tokyo, so he needs to hold me all the time, until we board the tram bound for Namori——

A few boys who seemed to want to strike up a conversation walked towards us. Guisi directly grabbed my hand, turned his body slightly, and blocked me behind him.

There is a subtle and moderate distance between his shoulders and mine. If I look up, I can still see the sweat slowly flowing down his neck exposed by the ponytail.

Is it because I saw that I was entangled by those bad guys in the morning?

That's why I never let go...

"That, Hayato, thank you."

"..."

He didn't speak, but his face was stained with a layer of rouge.

The next day, when I came to school, I would never have imagined that such a strange thing would happen.

"Nagase, um, are you hungry?"

When I was flipping through the textbook in my hand to outline all the key points, Takeshi Yamamoto suddenly came to my desk, knocked on my desk and asked.

"I?"

"I'm hungry." Yamamoto said to me naturally, "Let's go eat."

Looking at Yamamoto's serious face, I asked in a puzzled way, "But the restaurant is not open now?"

After finishing speaking, I looked at Tsunayoshi Sawada at the front table. As one of Yamamoto's friends, he obviously didn't understand what Yamamoto was thinking, and the word "confusion" was also written in his round brown eyes.

"Come on, just me and you."

He was very serious about his words, and he was no longer the optimistic and cheerful look he used to be. My intuition told me that something must have happened to him, so I had no choice but to follow his thoughts and walk out of the classroom with him.

Cautiously following Yamamoto in the corridor, my eyes drifted left and right until he walked into the laboratory at the end of the second floor and motioned for me to enter together, Yamamoto locked the door the moment I entered the door.

The second hand of the clock on the laboratory wall was ticking.

Other than that, it was just the sound of our breathing intertwined.

"What question do you want to ask me?" I looked at his defensive behavior, but calmed down, leaned on the laboratory table, and focused my eyes on him again.

Yamamoto finally spoke, with a low voice, "That day, you took off your clothes in front of Skylark, and I saw the wound on your arm."

It was very difficult for him to say this sentence, especially the vague guilt in the tone made me bite my lower lip, and I didn't have any intention to cover up, "It's me."

Yamamoto's expression suddenly became a little uncomfortable. He took a step forward and came to me, "Sorry... Actually, I didn't recognize you when you transferred to another school that day. But I have always wanted to tell you this sentence, The previous incident was my fault, it was because they took the mobile phone to play a prank, and that caused you to have an accident."

"If an apology helps..." I also lowered my head.

The wound on the arm that can never be erased was caused by a car accident before the competition in the second grade of junior high school.

I had already entered the top four in the country, but one day I suddenly received an email from my final opponent, Takeshi Yamamoto. It probably meant that I hoped to meet and have dinner together. Unprepared, I came to the restaurant where I had an appointment, but was guarded. The players of the other team here were beaten up so badly that they even injured their arms, so that they lost the game in the end.

"I'm sorry." He apologized solemnly to me again, "I didn't know they would call a girl to such a dangerous place—I didn't know that those girls who usually cheered for the baseball club would treat you like that." To do such a thing, I have clearly explained to them that you and your junior do not have that kind of relationship."

girl?

I looked at him in surprise.

In Yamamoto's explanation, I was just the manager of the baseball club of Teiko Middle School, but because I refused the confession of Takeshi Yamamoto, I was teased by the girls of Nashori Middle School, which was completely different from what I had experienced before.

The air in my lungs was stripped from my body, and my mind went blank because of his explanation.

how come……?

Why did the story develop like this?

I could no longer hear the voice of Yamamoto who continued to explain to me. I just walked slowly to the door of the experiment, unlocked it, and walked in the corridor alone.

"Wait a moment."

Yamamoto grabbed my shoulder, but perhaps because of his too much force and my intentional avoidance, the dark blue knitted cardigan on my body was taken off by him to the arm, and the half-sleeved shirt had not yet opened. Healed, and even looked a little scary wound.

What's even more frightening is that his strength was too great, and he even pressed directly on the wound where I fell from the stairs that day, and I made a very slight moan.

He let go of his hand like an electric shock, and I covered my arm. I didn't want to cry at first, maybe it was the pain plus the huge impact of the facts just now, I couldn't help sobbing.

My crying frightened Yamamoto into a panic. He was not the type to comfort girls. He just stood there and let me cry for a long time, and finally said in distress and self-blame, "Nagase, I Take you to the health room first, and treat the wound on your body."

The health room is like the one I have been to before, there is no doctor or teacher in charge of nursing at all.

Yamamoto raised my arm, looked at the bruise on my wrist, skillfully took the medicine box on the table and opened the sterilized hydrogen peroxide. When the cold liquid fell on my wound, I couldn't help but cry out. With a voice, "It hurts, it hurts,

I don't want it anymore, just let it be like this..."

"But if your wound is not treated, it will continue to hurt." Yamamoto said with a straight face.

"If you don't touch it, it won't hurt. I'm afraid of pain... I don't want to deal with the wound." I bit my finger, feeling that the tears I had finally withdrawn were about to fall again because of the pain.

"Then, I'll take it easy." After he finished speaking, he rubbed my hair, "I beg you to be strong for now, I'm most afraid of girls crying, so don't cry."

It should be said that dealing with wounds is a natural talent of people in sports clubs, right?

Akashi used to help me deal with my accidentally swollen wrist like this, I looked at Yamamoto's side face and thought in a daze.

Because his fingers landed on my arm, the clear and warm touch made me feel a strange feeling in my heart, and my face became more and more red at some point.

His speed was very fast, but after a while, he raised his face and smiled at me gently, "Does it hurt?"

"No..." I shook my head.

"On your body, um, I mean on your back..." Yamamoto's ears gradually turned red, "I won't peek, it should be a little more serious than the arm, I can help you deal with it with my eyes closed. "

He hurriedly explained, and I thought about it. Because I was lazy and afraid of pain, I never took a good look at the scars on my body. If other infections occurred because the wounds were not healed for a long time, it would not be worth the loss.

In the end, I unbuttoned my shirt myself, and I took off the right side of the shirt, and it was only when his hands fell on my shoulders that I started to regret it.

Because my shoulders and back are obviously more sensitive than my arms.

Even if medical alcohol fell on my back, I couldn't help but feel hot all over, not to mention Yamamoto's hand fell on the wound on my back, even he was afraid that I would hurt too much and bent slightly and gently touched the wounded place. Blowing makes me shiver reflexively.

"... Nagase."

Yamamoto's tone became hoarse at some point.

"what's up."

I made a small sound, and I can already imagine how red my face is now.

"On the first day you transferred to another school, I actually lied." He reached out and stroked the hair on my back. I didn't really understand what he meant, but I just looked at him suspiciously.

Yamamoto smiled, "Actually, I knew it was you that day."

He grabbed my hand, stared at me with black eyes, and smiled unabated, "You are the only girl I have ever seen who is so beautiful even when she cries."

The atmosphere in the health care room has unknowingly become extremely ambiguous.

"Wow, it seems that the two of you have forgotten all the rules of Bingsheng school."

The cold voice from the health care room made me and him both stunned at the same time.

The author has something to say: 59’s BE is that after the heroine was found by 59 to ntr him, he killed the heroine with sulfuric acid in a rage (not)

At present, the memory of the heroine has been recovered by 75%, and the memory will be recovered in almost two chapters.

Through this chapter, you should be able to understand why 18 is the most difficult strategy in the entire tutoring world xddd because only he and the heroine start from 0

I told my friend yesterday that both my friend and I think that 80 is better at flirting with girls than 59~

By the way, in this game, I don’t think Mizuki is chasing people anymore, and everyone is chasing Mizuki, who can catch up with the most _(:з」∠)_

This is the third option. Faced with the embarrassing situation at the end of this chapter, your first choice is:

a explained to Hibari that his relationship with Yamamoto was not what he thought

b Because Hibari looked like he was going to kill you, let Yamamoto explain

Note: 18 is from 80 and the heroine has been following since she came out of the laboratory

Everyone should remember your previous option ww because we will count the situation of the selected route soon. If you chose AB, you can continue reading if you choose A here. There is a deviation plot in the ending part wwww

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