[comprehensive] reproduction plan

When Ah-chan found Fengdoujia with the newly bought ingredients, she felt that the chapter about housing should be updated in her database about common sense about human beings.

She has lived in a traditional classical Japanese house with a courtyard, a small apartment, a dark snake cave and a dark underground, and a modern house, but like the Asahina house, the family lives in a building , and then everyone has a suite model, which is the first time Ah-chan has seen it.

I always feel that I have learned new knowledge and become more aware of human beings—this is really a very creative and imaginative race.

Ah-chan called Fengdou to tell Fengdou that she was already downstairs, and not long after, he opened the door from the inside.

Probably because he had no work and slept all morning, Asakura Futo's hair, which was always carefully styled, looked quite messy at the moment, so he simply put the hat on his coat on his head.The shadow from the clothes blocked most of his delicate and delicate face, but it couldn't stop his displeased expression.

"so slow!"

He complained willfully first, then took A-chan into the apartment, and pressed the elevator.

In the elevator, Asakura Futo looked at the girl, folded his arms, and seemed a little distressed.He was wondering whether to take A-chan to the public living room on the fifth floor or to his room.

Although most of the family members are away now, if you go to the fifth floor, you might meet someone—— Asakura Futo doesn't want others to see Ah-Chan.And to his room...

Inviting a person of the opposite sex who is a guest of the house for the first time to a room seems a bit strange and has ulterior motives anyway, but the place where the Asahina family lives is called a room, but it is basically a separate suite-with a separate living room, Study room, kitchen, thinking about it this way, it's not a big deal, not to mention, Futo Asahina wasn't originally a well-behaved character.

Thinking of this, he pressed the number of the floor where his room was located.Ah-chan didn't care, she smiled at him and said, "Fengdou family...it's a bit unexpected."

"Ah," Asakura Fengto put his hand into his trouser pocket after pressing the elevator, curled his lips in disapproval, "I can't help it, after all...there are just so many people."

This was the first time he took a girl back to his room, and she was a woman he had a great crush on.After she closed the door, Asakura Fengdou couldn't help feeling a little cramped, but after coughing dryly, Ah-chan looked very natural.After changing her slippers, she softly asked where the kitchen was, and walked over with a clear goal.

--look!That's the attitude!

Fengdou frowned——what kind of attitude is it to say that you are here to cook?She is not someone to him, if she is willing to come and cook for him, at least it means that she values ​​him, right?But it seemed that she didn't care about his other things at all.

In any case, entering a room of the opposite sex alone must be somewhat tense! ?Does he just seem so safe and nonthreatening?

But before he got angry for a long time, A-chan came out of the kitchen again.

With a slightly troubled look on her face, the girl said to him: "...Feng Dou Jun, there is basically nothing in your kitchen."

"That's a matter of course." Fengdou subconsciously used an extremely arrogant tone, "I don't go home often, cooking or something—never have."

Ah-chan stared at him, "In this case, Mr. Fengdou should have told me just now, and then I can buy some seasonings together." She stated gently: "If you don't have anything, just ingredients, there is no way to become Curry."

But for some reason, her words made Fengdou show a violent look, and he frowned patiently.

——Even if I didn't think carefully, I don't want to admit it.

I don't want to admit my mistakes, because I hope that the other party... can pamper and tolerate all his mistakes.As if this can prove its importance.

This kind of thinking rarely appears in people who are in love with each other, but it often appears in those who hope to find traces of love, but are extremely sensitive because of its blurred traces.

Ah-chan couldn't understand this kind of thinking.She was also confused, why the gentleness that Amei said, when facing Fengdou, seemed to always fail to appease him smoothly, but instead would annoy him every time.

"Does that mean you are blaming me?" Finally Fengdou replied indifferently, "The person who said he would come over to cook must be yourself, right?"

Capricious.moody.

A-chan carefully observed his expression and expression, like a researcher who carefully records the experimental objects, trying to further pry into his heart from the superficial phenomenon, and understand why he suddenly raised such anger.

But in the end the aliens had to admit that they were defeated - they couldn't figure it out.

Humans are creatures that sometimes really don't understand.

She couldn't help frowning in frustration, so she had to ask directly: "...Why are you angry?"

But Fengdou just "hummed", folded his arms, frowned and turned his head aside.

Ah-chan understands this posture—this is a posture of anger.

But A-chan couldn't understand what she had done to make him feel awkward.

Gaara is the only person who has lost her temper with her.Ah-chan had no choice but to refer to the way she responded to Gaara back then—she leaned over and put her hands lightly on his arms.

She was a little shorter than him, and she just raised her head in front of him at this moment, like a kitten putting its paws on a human body, trying to stand up, looking up at him softly and delicately.Her eyes were moist and bright, with a kind of softness that made my heart go soft.

"Feng Dou Jun?" She softly called his name, then reached out and hugged him.She stroked his back like comforting a pet or a child. "What's wrong?"

The fact that she took the initiative to hug him made Fengtou Asakura stiff for a moment, unable to react, and when he finished stiffening, the irritability just now had disappeared without a trace.

But what replaced it was a kind of vague, imminent hotness.

"...why?" The young man let go of the arms around his body, and put his hands proudly on A-chan's waist, his tone suddenly regained that kind of self-proudness, "Do you like me that much? "

"I didn't say you could hug me."

But the girl who was being teased by him did not let go.She quietly pressed her side face against his chest, seemingly unaffected at all.

"I really want to get along well with Mr. Feng Dou," the girl said with a little distress in her tone, "However, I always feel that I don't know how to do it."

"……Humph?"

"Feng Dou-kun is always angry, but I don't know what I did wrong?"

... The young man who understood that it was not the girl's fault pursed his lips, moved one hand away from her waist, and touched the long hair on the side of her face, but did not make a sound.

Ah-chan reached out and grabbed him from the hair, found the position of her ear, and then started to caress the hand of her earlobe as if she had found some toy.

She frowned and raised her face, as if dissatisfied with the young man's carelessness, "Feng Dou Jun, why are you unhappy?"

"...Aren't you, don't want to be with me?"

She actually said such a thing.

Asakura Futo felt that his anger was getting bigger again.

She seems unaware of her own charm, flaunting her beauty wantonly, living like a walking human weapon.

She walks on the road, harvesting other people's attention and admiration, like an executioner who never needs to perform the knife herself.Countless people willingly became her death row prisoners, knelt in front of her, put their heads on the execution platform, and then carried out the punishment themselves.

Her crime was as abominable as holding a machine gun and shooting unarmed civilians on the battlefield, but she had an innocent face, as if she never knew how much blood was stained on her hands.

The young man didn't notice how exaggerated and intense his thoughts and metaphors were. He just felt that—if a person like Sakurai-chan asked a question like "Are you unwilling to be with me?" It's like mocking those who are annoyed by her existence and don't know what to do, and mocking them like fools.

She can obviously be more willful, more bad-tempered, more arrogant, and more... reckless than him.

But she is so gentle... as if she is within reach, but also as unpredictable as if she is sitting on the sky.

This chaotic emotion was really intense, so Chao Cang Fengdou bowed his head and kissed with a frown.

When he kissed, perhaps because of the unexpected surprise, A-chan let go of his hand.And this time the kiss was very short, almost in the blink of an eye when Fengdou closed his eyes and opened them again, he left her lips.

He stared at Ah Chan's expression, as if he wanted to see what she was thinking now.

But the girl blinked her eyes and lowered her eyelashes, but she was not shy or disgusted at all.

"Hey," Asakura Futo narrowed his eyes, "Why do you look so used to it?"

A-chan suddenly laughed.

She showed satisfaction like a student who has finally found a solution to a difficult problem—what, she thought, so, can a straight ball be enough to deal with such a moody person?

No, it doesn't seem to be the case... However, Ah-chan felt that she had vaguely understood the correct way of smoothing hair, and with a little practice, she could fully master it.

The girl didn't answer his question, but stood on tiptoe, hooked his neck, and kissed him back proactively.

She closed her eyes, her expression was soft and gentle, her eyebrows and eyes were pure and innocent, Kaakura Fengdou's resistance lasted for less than a second, and she had no choice but to throw away her armor and close her eyes, being pulled by Achan. into the dense web she wove.

In this silent space, it seems that there are thousands of words uttered between their lips and teeth, testing each other's bottom line, probing each other's thoughts, and bearing the other's response.Asakura Futo pressed Ah-chan against the wall, lowered his head and changed the angle, licking her lips as if tasting different flavors of candy, nibbling and teasing her, and kissing her repeatedly.

Ah-chan raised her head, she is both a passive receiver and an active responder. Her hand was originally wrapped around the boy's neck, but at this moment, she stretched into his soft short hair as if she couldn't bear it, and she rubbed it flirtatiously up his hair.

After a long time, Asakura Futo finally let out a deep breath, and raised his face short of breath.

His skin has already become scorching hot, at this moment he firmly pressed A-Chan in front of him, a pair of thin plum-colored eyes stared at her burningly, speaking to her with an inescapable breath, "Hey...you, do you like me?"