[Hunter] Song Andante

39

Fortunately, this menstrual period will soon pass.

I have gained a lot from lying this time, the deepest thing is that a certain bed that has been parted from me for more than a month has finally returned to me. He talked and talked, and he was only willing to pay back half of it.

I heard that this bed is mine.

I heard that this house is also mine.

I even heard that all the money this person spent from head to toe was mine.

The people on Meteor Street say we don't deny anything, but don't take anything from us either.

I looked at his appearance full of bastards, and didn't dare to say anything. I took my little life hanging on the steel wire to compare with the bed, and I had to roll up the blanket silently again. sofa.

When I woke up from the heat early in the morning, I felt my eyes were full of stars, and my eyes were dark. I wondered if the anemia was so severe that I even had hallucinations.

One sentence can fully describe the embarrassing and dangerous situation in front of me.

Kuroro is sleeping next to me.

Or I slept next to Kuroro.

Only the morning light flooded wildly into the room.It made me have to see the obstacles in front of me clearly, I rubbed my eyes and rubbed them, and I didn't feel like reaching out to touch them.

No wonder it's so hot.

This is the first reaction.

I obviously lay on the sofa before going to bed.

Then came the second reaction.

Damn, he didn't wear it.

To be precise, he only wore pajama pants. Anyway, this is the third reaction.

I petrified every time I reacted, and when I finally calmed down and even admired how relaxed this guy was even in a fake sleep, a serious question loomed in front of me.

──Should I lie down and continue to sleep as if I didn’t wake up, or should I go back to lie on the sofa for my own sake?

Struggling between the two, of course I chose to lie on the sofa.

There is a saying that goes well, don't sit in that seat without that ass.

What everyone can do is predestined.My life is indeed big enough, but not big enough to lie in that position unharmed and fall asleep without changing my face.

There is a saying that martial arts masters remain vigilant even when they are asleep, and they can enter the preparation mode in an instant if there is a disordered breath around them.

Whether it is breathing disorder or change, it is a very ambiguous word.

What is called disorder?How is it a change?This definition is so vague that I dare not risk my life to try it, for fear that if I try it, I will find that Huang Liangfan is familiar with the life in his dream. My life has died too many times because of repeated chaos and changes in one night. When it turned into Xiaobeibi, it was rubbed off.

When I innocently fell asleep on the sofa and woke up again, I found that I was on the bed again.

And so the struggle began.

Our war started when I went to the sofa to sleep halfway and was swept back, and then I went back to the sofa to sleep and was caught back, and finally I just woke up and wanted to sit up and get out of bed, and the next moment a hand pressed me down went back.

Facing that face, I shuddered from chills to tossing and turning to half-dream and half-awake to waking up too early.

By the end of my menstrual period, I was numb to everything.

My heart aches for this, it hurts so badly, it hurts beyond words.

Fortunately, this menstrual period will soon pass.

Not long enough for me to get used to things that shouldn't be.

40

Fortunately, the menstrual period is over soon.

Although I keep repeating this sentence, it doesn't mean that the flood of blood really subsides so quickly.

Noah's Ark floated in the flood for seven days before landing.

Me too, only three days less.

Not much can happen in four days, but more or less enough for a couple of stay-at-home brigands and his elf (involuntary).

When I think back after I have endured it, I always feel that time has actually passed quite quickly, but when I am still suffering, I will only hate iron and ask why time can’t be faster?

Having said that, I have to admit that when I woke up and saw Kuroro's soup that day, I was so choked that I couldn't speak a word.

Kuroro was sitting on the sofa six steps away from me, white smoke was rising from the pot, and he was stirring gracefully into the pot with a spoon in one hand.

My eyes widened as he watched a pot of mysterious ingredients turn and turn as he stirred.

In the matter of cooking, elegance can only increase confidence, but cannot change the taste.

At that time, my mind was blank, and when I thought about it later, I couldn’t help but skip ahead when I remembered this period of time. I first thought about something more ordinary, such as me sleeping on the sofa and you sleeping on the bed, before I can go back and continue thinking. .

He turned his head, "Are you awake?"

I nodded foolishly and watched him directly drink the soup with a spoon.

There used to be many opportunities to kill him without a trace. I didn't cherish them. I regretted it when I lost it. The most painful thing in the world is this. If God is willing to give me a chance to make another choice , I will immediately say to Kuroro the moment he wakes up: "Are you hungry?"I cooked a bowl of porridge. 』

There is a saying I often say, called the first to strike first.

When playing online games, we usually divide camps. As soon as we see the enemy camp, we usually draw our swords without saying a word, regardless of whether the opponent happened to pass by or not and is hostile to you.

We say this, the fastest way to avoid being hacked to death is to hack the opponent to death before being hacked to death.

I looked at his pot of soup, and felt that this was called the present report, and I was so embarrassed.

It's just that I sighed for a while and didn't regret anything.Kuroro frowned first after drinking the soup, and then drank a few more sips, and there was no problem at all other than frowning.

I looked at the pot of soup from a distance, but no matter how I looked at it, I couldn't see that there was nothing wrong with it.

Probably looking a little too seriously, Kuroro's voice sounded, "Come here."

I got up from the bed and obediently went there, only to find that I was still wearing the clothes I went out yesterday and hadn't changed.

I sat down in my seat, looked at the pot of soup, struggled a bit, then raised my head and asked, "Can I drink it?"

The question here is "Is this soup okay to drink?" ’ instead of ‘Can I have soup? ".

Kuroro took a sip and drank it straight into the spoon, raising his eyebrows.

--All right.

So I found another spoon, and after preparing my mind, I also took a sip.

This scoop is very incredible.

I always cook hot pot like this, I just throw away any ingredients I see.I think Kuroro probably did the same thing when he cooked this pot.

Originally, there was no problem with this cooking method, but it was very problematic in Kuroro's hands.

Although I just scooped it up and immediately fell back into the pot, I still couldn't help asking tentatively:

"That was just... chopsticks?"

"Um."

He answered very naturally, as if a chopstick in a hot pot is a matter of course.

I put "Why are there chopsticks in the pot?" I swallowed this question, and my intuition told me that this kind of question is similar to "Why is the professor bald?" ’ just as dangerous.

The former will abuse the body, while the latter will abuse the heart.

I turned my attention back to the spoon in my hand, and thought about what I cooked. It’s okay for me to eat it. It’s okay for Kuroro to eat it. The same reason can be proved. Now it’s okay for him to eat something cooked by Kuroro. I should be fine if I eat it. .

Erasing the image of the chopsticks from my mind, I drank it, and when I looked up, Kurolo was looking at me.

"how is the taste?"

I blinked my eyes and replied with a touch of conscience, "Very good."

Kuroro's expression became very subtle because of this answer.

After getting along for a long time, I can also judge a little bit of words from that face, probably a little happy but not as expected.

I thought about it for a while, and concluded that the praise might not be strong enough, so I said, "Very good."

Then the other side laughed.

"I followed your steps," paused, "but I can't seem to cook that kind of power."

I was knocked back to the spot by this blow, and felt that the universe was really worth it.