[Comprehensive] Girlfriend's original wish

Prison Temple suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled me to his side.

His hands were on both sides of my body, so I could only dodge his sharp gaze in a limited space. He probably really thought about it for a long time, and the emerald green pupils were all desperate. seriously.

"look at me."

Guiji's index finger and middle finger were pressed against my chin, and the gentle light was printed in his eyes through the ends of his hair.

The originally somewhat aloof face had faded from the rage that had been showing its teeth and claws before, and the incomparable aloofness was replaced by other emotions.

When the Prison Temple was getting closer and closer to me, I clearly felt a bit of confusion and hesitation on his face, even though his movements didn't stop at all.

Angular and slender fingers slowly moved up from my knees, I shuddered, and finally escaped his touch.

"Shy? Do you still have this kind of thing, hum."

Prison Temple slammed down on my shoulder, because of too much strength, I felt that the bones there were pinched by him and hurt.

"It's not because I'm shy."

I said helplessly at him, "I have always regarded you as my best friend here... You obviously feel the same way as me, why do you have to go against yourself and force yourself to do something like this? You don't like it at all things."

I raised my hand and held the hand on my shoulder that Ji Ji put on me, "If you hate me..."

I met his eyes.

The anger after being exposed was intertwined with some kind of emotion that I couldn't understand, and more and more complex colors were rendered in the pupils of my eyes.

The fist on my shoulder felt like it was ready to go, and I was ready for him to raise his fist and punch him.

However, he was stunned.

"Hey, Yuji, you didn't go to the amusement park with Gang."

Standing at the door of the classroom was Takeshi Yamamoto, who was stroking the back of his head and smiling brightly. He didn't seem to notice the weird atmosphere fluctuations between me and the prison temple at all, and his smile was full of helplessness, "Gangda didn't say anything before he left. I was a little worried and kept asking me where you were."

Jidai increased the distance between us: "Judaime, I have to protect him!"

The intermittent sound of metal impacting was particularly noticeable in the quiet classroom. It was the silver chain worn by Gokuji. He raised his eyes to look at Yamamoto, took several steps back, and slammed Pushing open the door of the classroom, for some reason, Prison Temple soon regained its former fierce aura and disappeared from my sight.

Yamamoto didn't bend down until the figure of the prison temple disappeared completely, and looked into my eyes, "Won't Mizuki go with the prison temple?"

"Me, why should I go?"

Looking at Yamamoto's friendly smile, I was stunned for a moment, and responded a little unnaturally, "Even if I follow, I will be warned viciously by Gokuji, telling me to stay away from Judaime or something like that."

"Haha, he's always been like this." Yamamoto said with a light smile, "It should be my turn next, right? This time there will be no Tsuna, Hibari and Kikuji, can Mitsuki go to the baseball club with me? ?”

Yamamoto reached out to me naturally.

I looked at him naturally, his smile was very weak.

Even though he was smiling, the slight frown seemed to reveal his true mood.

I nodded, and walked slowly behind Yamamoto to the outdoor baseball field, walking side by side in silence all the way, which made me unable to bear the silence now.

"Last time, I'm sorry... I didn't look for you." I looked at him, "I didn't expect an accident to happen."

"I should be the one apologizing to you for hurting you."

"nothing."

"Mizuki probably didn't think of me, either. The person who saved you was Ganga. Last time I met Skylark in the lab."

"Um……"

I bit my lower lip and said nothing, because I found that Yamamoto was not heading towards the outdoor baseball field, but was walking straight towards the school gate.

"The first time I met you was in the second grade of junior high school," Yamamoto's voice drifted into my ears, "You were still the manager of the baseball club at Teiko Middle School, and you sat next to the national competition, and that's the same , looks very good, very beautiful, not very talkative."

As if recalling something, Yamamoto turned his face to the side, smiled on his face, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "I hit the baseball on the position behind you, obviously I have done enough to attract attention, but you still can't see me."

I just felt that for a moment, my heart hit my throat.

The pounding heartbeat seems to capture all the emotions.

Yamamoto's voice is neither low nor harsh, but he deliberately said such sentences with such a voice and a smiling face, intentionally or unintentionally, the lethality is really great.

"Yamamoto-kun, I was like this to everyone at that time."

I instinctively pulled out another sentence, trying to break the strange atmosphere, Yamamoto suddenly moved and leaned over to me.

Eh?

He stretched out his hand and tried to hold my hand, I dodged back a bit, Yamamoto's smile was slightly startled, his fingers were secretly clenched, and then spread out again, and he put it in his trouser pocket as if nothing had happened.

"The summer festival in Nishimori is coming soon. There are many interesting things on the street. I want to show you there."

"But, the training of the baseball club..."

He patted me on the shoulder casually, and smiled: "Ah, I forgot to tell you, the baseball club has no training plan today, let's go shopping in the street."

"Ah, wait a minute." I looked into his eyes and quickly grabbed his sleeve, "Is it true what you told Mr. Prison about the playground?"

Yamamoto's smile seemed to deepen, he nodded and said: "I'm not wrong, Ganga did mention this matter, but he told me that it's best not to let the prison temple know, after all, he wants to solemnly reject Jingzi and Xiaochun. For the two girls, the prison temple is too impatient, and Ah Gang will be worried."

I paused, hesitated and said: "Then, Lord Prison?"

"Ha, who told him not to listen to my words." Yamamoto chuckled for a while.

The evening in Nishimori was warm and gentle. I followed Yamamoto all the time. I walked out of the school with him and came to the commercial street. I couldn’t understand his tone, his invitation, and his true feelings hidden under his smile. Understand what he is thinking.

At the beginning, he was just a sunny and handsome boy, but the deeper he got in touch, it was like touching a lake whose bottom could not be seen. He dropped a stone and fell lightly into the bottom of the water. Yamamoto His mood didn't change much, at least those who didn't have much contact with him would never find out that he was such an unfathomable person from his smile.

"Mizuki?" He stretched out his other hand and waved it in front of my eyes, "Would you like some ice cream?"

We are standing in front of the movable ice cream truck at the moment, Yamamoto held his chin and thought for a while, "Please, I want two."

The boss who looked like a middle-aged uncle responded enthusiastically, "I'm sorry, the current materials are only enough to make the last hazelnut chocolate flavor."

"It's okay, I have it at home, don't buy it." I grabbed Yamamoto's sleeve.

He smiled at the boss, "Give me the last one, please."

A few minutes later, Yamamoto handed me the ice cream cone wrapped in thin paper, while he slowed down and looked at me happily.

Ice cream not only has a rich chocolate flavor in my mouth, but also crispy and delicious hazelnut biscuits. I tasted it while thinking silently. Before I knew it, the ice cream was only a little bit sweet. It was only then that I realized that I didn't even give Yamamoto a bite.

My face instantly turned red: "Well, that..."

Yamamoto managed to hold back his smile, and leaned forward, his fingers brushed against my lips, leaving bits of hazelnuts and chocolate cream left on his fingers.

He naturally brought his fingers to his mouth, and licked off the cream on top, "Wow, the ice cream at Uncle's really tastes the best."

The street lamps on both sides of the shopping street stretched Yamamoto's shadow very long. He bent slightly, with one hand in his trouser pocket. He was in the shape of a sports boy who regularly exercised. His eyes were shrouded in the setting sun and shone brightly.

It's like a scene from a shoujo manga.

"Well, let me treat dinner." I summoned up the courage to ask.

In the clear eyes of Yamamoto Kiyosumi, a smile gradually appeared, "Okay, I want to eat sushi."

I bought more than ten exquisite and lovely sushi from the famous bamboo sushi restaurant nearby, and Yamamoto returned home with me.

I stared at the small sushi on the table in front of me, and could vaguely smell the sweet aroma of wine.

"This is sushi with sake poured over it."

Yamamoto picked up one of them with chopsticks, "Usually they are made with seasonal ingredients. Fresh eels are made into sushi and then poured with sake to ferment, the taste will become great."

He explained in an orderly manner, and naturally brought the sushi picked up by the chopsticks to my mouth. I was a little puzzled, "Yamamoto-kun, you seem to understand it well..."

"Of course, this is my father's proud work."

"Then, just now, is the sushi restaurant we went to Mr. Yamamoto's?" I widened my eyes, "Then, why don't you stay there...and eat sushi?"

"In short, try one first, Mizuki, open your mouth."

Ignoring my question, Yamamoto smiled broadly, his inky bangs falling just above his well-trimmed eyebrows, and his amber eyes twinkled.

I had no choice but to open my mouth and swallow the piece of sushi obediently. The mellow aroma of wine and the delicious eel made me gasp in admiration. After eating several pieces of sushi in a row, my face began to blush. , The taste of the sushi made me completely forget that it contained sake. The bamboo shoot sushi in my hand was half eaten, and a shadow suddenly fell in front of my eyes.

"What's the matter?" My eyes were a little heavy, and I looked at Yamamoto who was close to me. The person who usually smiles now withdrew all his smile, "Mizuki, I haven't eaten anything yet."

"Huh?" I thought for a while, looked at the sushi on the plate that I had eaten up, and sent the last half of it to him, "Here, here you are."

Yamamoto took a bite of this piece of sushi without hesitation. The seaweed wrapped in rice was still sticking to my fingers. It reached the back of my head and held my head. I wanted to go back with some panic, but Yamamoto smiled and said in a low voice: "Close your eyes."

I have to say that Yamamoto is by far the best kisser of anyone I've ever kissed.

His response and teasing were well proportioned, and my face burned very badly, especially under the eyes, which was so red that even I could see it clearly.

After turning a few times, the tip of the tongue gently rubbed against the palate, almost making me breathless.

"Too much...don't be like this..." I reached out and pushed his shoulder.

"It was Mizuki who ate all the sushi first, leaving none for me."

dong dong dong.

In the corridor not far from the restaurant, the door was being knocked impatiently. I tried to break free from him to open the door, but when I got to the door and was about to hold the handle, someone outside the door suddenly made a sound.

"Mizuki."

Is it... Prison Temple?

I was hesitant to open the door, and the prison temple outside the door was already saying to himself, "I knew you were a girl from the beginning, from the time you emailed me. Completely—— I'm an idiot." You, you don't even know how to cover up a little bit, and you like to cry at every turn, how can I treat you like a boy?"

I held my breath and listened carefully.

"I don't hate you at all, do you understand? Meiyue, I... I may, care about you a little..." The voice of the prison temple was far and near, and I lowered my head.

suddenly.

Yamamoto hugged me from behind, and he let out a soft laugh, "Hey, Mizuki, it sure looks best when she's crying."

"Don't do this..." My hands were limp and I couldn't lift up the strength, let alone push Yamamoto away.

"Shh."

He stretched out his finger and pressed it on my lips, his eyes were full of smiles, "If you let the prison temple hear it at this time, Meiyue and I will probably suffer."