[Hunter] Song Andante

41

Fortunately, the menstrual period will soon pass.

It’s the fourth time I’ve shouted, and this time it’s absolutely genuine. I, who was the most traumatized by this experience, danced and danced with joy and love, because the flood really receded.

I am overjoyed to return to the refreshing days. What makes me even more happy is that Kurolo’s research was terminated due to a wire fire caused by improper use of the microwave oven. I also avoided the trouble of pulling out chopsticks, forks, and even key rings from the pot. Surprise dinner.

Letting the team leader cook in person is an experience that ordinary people cannot experience, and picking out all kinds of things that don’t look like ingredients in a hot pot is also an experience that ordinary people do not want to experience.

Regardless of whether I recognize myself as an ordinary person, I naturally don't want to experience it at all.

In any case, after passing the test of the menstrual period, many things have naturally returned to normal, but the water that was spilled cannot be recovered, and there are still things that are not so normal.

For example, I slept with Kuroro.

A man and a woman sleeping together on the same bed are obviously better than a man and a woman living under the same roof. Something should happen naturally. I and Kurolo have both. It seems that even if nothing happens now will happen.

It’s just that my state was not suitable for it to happen a few days ago, and now I try my best to avoid it and don’t want this kind of thing to happen.

Clay figurines still have three parts of soil nature, and the son of a daughter of gold will not die from robbers, let alone this is the second time!

So the struggle continued.

It was almost like a replay of the battle from two days ago.

I fell asleep on the sofa and woke up on the bed. I just got up and ran to the sofa when I was pressed back by a hand.My zeal is not dead, and the tricks to avoid sharing the same bed also popped out of my mind one by one.

After being pressed back at first, I directly squeezed my whole body on top of him and covered him with a thick quilt. After the last two were both hot and sweaty, and he turned over and passed, I immediately ran to the sofa with one step. superior.

Then he was caught again.

I feel like that kid’s toy car. The toy car drove away and you caught him back, and then drove away and you caught him back again. In the end, I felt that he was so annoying to drive around like this, so I just suppressed it.

Later, I risked my life to think of a method that seemed more useful.

Before I went to bed, I took a sheathed fruit knife. At first I wanted to put it in my arms, but then I somehow remembered that the chaste women in ancient times seemed to put their knives on their own necks and shouted: "Don't you dare?" Touch me and I'll kill myself! 』

I substituted my own face into that of that chaste and fierce woman, couldn't help feeling cold, and silently put the knife under the bed.

and after?

Later, Kuroro didn't sleep. He just picked up the knife from under the bed to play with it cleverly. He put his index finger against the edge of the knife but didn't cut the wound. He said to me:

"So you prefer to be awake?"

He had a big smile and I don't mind making you look younger right now.

I don't want to at all.

I couldn't help but think that he put me next to him to sleep just because he didn't have to walk a few more steps when he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and wanted to do experiments to pass the time, it was just convenient.

So that knife was put back in the kitchen.

The so-called toy car will run out of power even after running.

42

Once upon a time, I heard a saying to a woman who was subjected to domestic violence: Just let him beat you, and he will get tired after beating him. One day when he is tired, he will realize his conscience and come back to you to apologize.

At the time I thought that was a goddamn statement.Just like taking drugs, the addiction only gets bigger and bigger, it never gets smaller.

When his conscience finds out, the grass on your grave doesn't even know if there is a person taller.

As soon as some things start, they will be like a demon, like a leech sucking on the skin, like the author has an inspiration, and will not stop until the end is reached.

Life is like sex, if you can't fight it, you have to enjoy it.

It's just being hugged and sleeping now, I can't resist, at least I can bear it.

No matter how terrible things have been endured, even if something happens, is there anything to be afraid of if you haven't done it?

The reason why fear is fear is because of the unknown.

Thinking about it this way, I can't help but feel that the hard work of flashing in the middle of the night before is just another joke, and it's better to just close your eyes and sleep until dawn.

It doesn't matter, the advantage of doing a lot of stupid things is that at least I can comfort myself, after all, I have done enough stupid things to be worthy of such a joke.

What kind of cause will reap the fruit, all kinds of hardships, the original return is just a self-inflicted disaster.

It's just that sleeping in the same bed every day is not an option.On a dark and windy day, I couldn't help asking: "Is it okay for me to sleep next to you every day like this?"

"Hmm." He responded casually.

At that time, Kuroro was holding a book and reading, and the side face of his face was very warmly illuminated by the light.

But no matter how gentle it is, it can't solve my confusion, "I mean, don't people like you have a high level of vigilance? Sleeping next to you won't make it easy for me to change a little..."

At the end of the talk, I was afraid that what would really happen to me.

My question finally caught his attention, Kuroro glanced over, "Isn't it too late for you to think about this question now?"

I think so too.

"……So I?"

"It was fine before, and it will be fine now."

This answer is indeed very thought-provoking, but at least it is an answer.

A good beginning is half the battle, so I gave up on this point to continue arguing. Anyway, I don’t know if I don’t feel that the experiment is done, and then I decided to enter another question I really wanted to ask.

"Hey, I said Chrollo."

This time he didn't even answer.

I was not discouraged, ignored his ignorance, and continued to answer: "Why do you stay here?"

This question finally caught his attention. He put down the book and gently pressed the middle joint of his index finger against his chin.

"I thought you'd never ask in your life," he said.

Sorry, I didn't dare to ask at first, but later I forgot to ask.

"That's a good question..." he said.

"It can be said to be a way to verify yourself, if you really want to say..." he said, and then turned his head to look at me.

"—I want to try to see if you like me."