Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

"Today's things are done today, so as long as today continues to last, there will be more time. Isn't this what Kyousuke taught me?"

Sakura said in a low voice, but before Hojo Kyosuke could answer, she turned to ask:

"Why didn't you bring Miss Celty back?"

Hojo Kyosuke didn't say any nonsense about why I should bring Celty home, because lying in his arms was a girl who knew him very well, no matter what his bad qualities were.

"She thought it was rude to go to someone else's house in the middle of the night."

As soon as he heard his invitation, Celty shook the yellow cat helmet and flew out. Fortunately, the two girls who followed him all the way from Gunma to Tokyo were already so drunk that they couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north. Otherwise, they would have been so frightened that they would never go out at night again.

"Celty is still the same."

Sakura didn't know what she was thinking of, so she laughed to herself. The clear laughter was like pebbles thrown into the lake, and even the moonlight swayed with it.

It looked like ripples in a clear pool, but it turned out to be her smiling.

"If Miss Celty knew there were so many people at home, she would be so frightened that she would turn into stone."

Sakura thought and laughed more and more heartily.

"Tomorrow, I'll call her tomorrow." She decided happily.

"Um."

Hojo Kyosuke had no objection. If it were him who invited him, Celty would be embarrassed to refuse and come to the house even if he was reluctant and embarrassed. But it's different when it comes to Sakura. Although it's an unscrupulous trick, Celty can only complain a few words in a low voice, and then he will accept Sakura's prank as a matter of course.

She was always like this, always fond of playing pranks, some harmless, some upsetting. If the other person gets angry and swears never to talk to her again, then she will do her best to ask for forgiveness. If someone else had done the same prank to her, she would generously give them a chance to ask for her forgiveness.

If things go on like this, I will work tirelessly and never get tired of it, remembering to eat but not to fight.

As for why such a girl who should be disliked would be favored by Hojo Mikiko surrounded by flowers, let Ueno Naoka be regarded as the number one enemy, let Glass hold her arm when thinking about the future, let Miyamizu The miko at home was so angry that she wanted to hit someone, but she still had no choice but to persuade her, so...

This is a secret that only they know. Everyone smiles helplessly, saying that they will never forgive you next time!

Celty is just one of the countless victims. Asking Celty to show his hidden side when they first met was just the beginning of their bad relationship.

Before Hojo Kyosuke knew about it, the two spent countless happy times.

The Headless Horseman, who traveled across the ocean to come to Neon, left Neon for so many years largely because of her.

"How do you think without a head?" "Does the head and the body share the same head?" "Can I play rock, paper, scissors with the head?" "Will the memory of the body still exist after the head is recovered?" "If the head likes it What should I do if my body doesn’t like what I eat?” “If it’s called the Headless Horseman, then he has no head in the first place, right?”…

Although Celty is already a serious "head lover", Yamauchi Sakura is obviously a step above her. Compared to herself, this girl with gleaming eyes is more like a headless horseman. The questions she asks can fill a book called "One Hundred Thousand Questions About the Head."

terrible! If the traffic policeman had been mumbling these questions while chasing him, Celty felt that he would immediately wrap himself into a ball in black mist and escape completely.

So, Celty, who was supposed to be on guard in Tokyo waiting for the head to appear, embarked on a journey. She wants to find an answer for herself and Yamauchi Sakura: "Is there only one Headless Horseman?"

Regarding this question, she was originally very firm, "Of course there is only one". This was a matter of course, no need to think about it at all, just like common sense. But then Sakura raised another question: "Since you are a goblin who performs the work of the Shinigami, how can you complete the work just by riding a horse?"

Yes, even if Ireland is a small place, if you only rely on yourself as a headless horseman, even if Xiuda breaks his leg, he will not be able to take away so many souls.

So she wanted to find out if there were other people of the same kind, see if their heads were well on their heads, and ask them how they got along well with their own heads.

"You must study hard, otherwise you might get into trouble after you get your head back. It would be terrible to have your head run away from home!"

Celty was deeply touched by Sakura's words and wrote them down in his notebook.

It's a terrible thing to have your head run away from home. No one knows it better than her. She has suffered a lot. She was really fed up with this game of chasing each other. She had sworn countless times that she would treat her well if her head came back. She didn't know how upset she would be if her head, which was finally recovered, ran away from home because of her own fault.

The simple Celty only felt that Yamauchi Sakura was really a wise and foolish philosopher, and had no intention of playing word games at all.

Of course, it could be that someone really isn't playing a word game. But she is just that kind of person, and every word she says is extremely serious.

"Of course, you can also take the opportunity to leave contact information with other people of the same kind. In case there are other people who want to run away from home, you can..."

terrible! Yamauchi Sakura is really a terrible person, he actually has such evil thoughts, other people's heads and so on...

Celty shook her head desperately. This taboo thought was too exciting for her. One afternoon when Yamauchi Sakura invited her out for coffee, she quietly boarded a cruise ship bound for Scotland.

"Celty said he prepared a great gift for you." Hojo Kyosuke added.

Seeing that the person he likes is also liked by others, he feels endless joy in his heart.

The Headless Horseman girl, besides feeling it was rude to visit someone else's house in the middle of the night, also wanted to stay in the hotel and take care of the two drunken girls who had come all the way from Gunma. She was so kind.

"That's great. I wonder if Celty has found someone of the same kind." Sakura prayed in a low voice.

"I am her kind."

Hojo Kyosuke squeezed Sakura's hand. He was enough to be called a monster in every sense of the word. If we further investigate the essence, he is even a soul from another world. In fairy tale novels, he is an extraterrestrial demon who specially comes to plunder the unparalleled beautiful girls in the world.

"Then so do I!"

Sakura raised one leg, raised her little foot high, and spread her five round and cute toes. The pink nails turned white under the moonlight, and they were so cute.

Hojo Kyosuke straightened his arms and carefully touched the little foot. The five toes immediately curled up in fright, but immediately relaxed stubbornly, and in turn scratched Hojo Kyosuke's palm provocatively. But after being touched, it immediately shrank back, stretching and shrinking again.

And the girl who was lying on her back on her non-soft thighs had already burst into laughter, her delicate body trembling, and her cheeks flying.

Neither of them spoke. Sakura suppressed the urge to beg for mercy and just kept smiling. Hojo Kyousuke kept teasing that cute little foot like a cat catching a mouse.

"It's so itchy~Kyosuke~~" A cry-like moan came from Sakura's throat, which was a signal for her to admit defeat.

As if he was making a declaration of victory, Hojo Kyosuke took back the hand that had just played with the girl's feet and pinched Sakura's face unceremoniously, causing the latter to wrinkle her nose.

When Sakura changed her position, curled up into a ball on her side, and let out a breath of tired laughter, Hojo Kyosuke's hand that was originally held by Sakura stretched out along her quilt and held the hand. The two folded little feet brought her warmth, and then she began to softly tell what happened tonight.

The big fight in the dojo, the scenery on the Kan-etsu Expressway, how many uphills and how many downhills, what is the temperature of the wind, how the city lights change, the special products of the gas station, what songs are sung in the karaoke, Haruna The dangerous five hairpin bends in the mountain, the unfriendly local drag racing gang, the love-hate entanglement between Selti and the daughter of the traffic policeman...

One thing after another, Hojo Kyousuke did not perform artistic processing, what he said was not interesting, he just narrated it so plainly. Sakura in his arms listened carefully, and her breathing that was rapid due to the play just now was also slow. Calm down slowly.

Hojo Kyosuke talked about how Celty was still wearing a helmet in the izakaya and was questioned by Xingyue. He found that the laughter like silver bells did not ring in the air, and the breathing of the girl in his arms had become long and regular. .

are you asleep?

He lowered his head and looked at Sakura's calm face.

His eyelashes trembled from time to time, and his eyes rolled restlessly. This guy was restless even in his sleep.

A smile appeared on Hojo Kyosuke's face, he pushed aside the messy hair from Sakura's forehead, lowered his head and wanted to kiss her.

But as soon as she lowered her head, her thin eyelids suddenly opened, and her big, smart eyes looked at Hojo Kyosuke. There was no trace of tiredness, only endless energy, and Hojo Kyosuke's subconscious screen was staring at her. He held his breath, his mind captured by those eyes that seemed to be full of strange light.

Although she had always been the most beautiful girl in the world in Hojo Kyosuke's heart, he never expected that under such circumstances, those eyes would be so breathtakingly beautiful.

Unfortunately, such a beautiful scene did not last long. Yamauchi Sakura, who had never won the staring game before, couldn't help but blink his eyes. That pretty face instantly switched modes, from extremely quiet to lively.

"Hehe, Kyousuke has been deceived, right~~" She raised the corners of her mouth proudly.

"Yeah, I thought you were starting to dream."

Hojo Kyosuke nodded honestly. No matter which way you looked at it, Yamauchi Sakura had already fallen asleep in his world.

"I worked hard for a long time to do it!" Sakura said proudly. When she was a child, she wanted to attack Kyosuke at night after he fell asleep and scare him. When she grew up...hehe, she also wanted to Night attack.

"How do I breathe after I fall asleep, how do my eyes move, how do I move my fingers... Apart from Kyousuke, I am the only one who knows in this world!"

Sakura became more and more proud, as if she knew better than Hojo Kyosuke how proud she was.

"And, let me tell you, it's not just about sleeping, but also..."

She was interrupted before she finished her words. Although the girl was not asleep, Hojo Kyosuke had no intention of interrupting what he had to do before.

With a clear purpose and determination, he kissed Sakura's smooth forehead.

The moonlight surrounding the two of them was indeed gentle, and the girl's smooth and tender skin still had a little warmth, without being tainted by the cold night at all.

When Hojo Kyousuke's lips left that beautiful forehead, Yamauchi Sakura pouted and complained dissatisfiedly:

"So! Say! Why not kiss here!"

She raised her hand and pointed her index finger on her small mouth that could be used as a slide.

Seeing Sakura's angry look, Hojo Kyousuke pursed his lips and smiled.

"Because I drank tonight."

"Hmph~~"

Sakura groaned twice, her nose twitched, and she was about to turn her head to sulk. Hojo Kyousuke was already thinking about how to comfort her.

However, suddenly, Sakura's hands suddenly appeared from another dimension, and suddenly hugged Hojo Kyosuke's neck. She didn't know whether it was because she pulled her body up, or because Mitsuha Miyamizu and others had exaggerated the flexibility of her body, making him bend down.

"But, I also want to know what Kyosuke ate."

Such words flowed from the lips of the two people that met.

Hojo Kyosuke's eyes widened suddenly, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around Sakura's waist, and gently held her in his arms.

After a light kiss, looking at Kyousuke's surprised expression, Sakura smiled with a crooked eyebrow, stretched out her pink tongue and licked her lips.

"Hmm~~beer, beef belly~"

"Just this little feeling!?" Hojo Kyousuke shouted in disbelief. This was a kiss that had been brewing for more than ten years! No matter how you put it, it’s a bit too bland!

Looking at Kyousuke like a child begging for sweets, Sakura narrowed her eyes, put her left hand around his neck, and retracted her right hand.

Her green-white index finger pointed at the corner of Kyosuke's mouth, and her fingertips slid along the lips that were not rich and occasionally looked a little mean. Her index finger, middle finger, ring finger... that small hand gently stroked Hojo Kyosuke's lips. It felt cold, like a layer of light gauze rubbing against it.

It was as if he wanted to further engrave the lips, which he was already familiar with so clearly that every fold was clear, into his heart.

Her cat-like bright yellow eyes did not move, she just looked at Hojo Kyousuke's eyes dreamily without blinking for a moment.

In Hojo Kyosuke's eyes, Sakura's lips, which should have been as pink as cherry blossoms, turned out to be a warm, shiny white color under the moonlight, as beautiful as Mount Fuji when the clouds and mist dispersed.

"Kyosuke's lips are as spectacular as Mount Fuji." Sakura whispered softly, her eyes still looking at Hojo Kyosuke's face.

Hojo Kyosuke was not surprised when his thoughts were expressed. Sakura had said this to him as early as his childhood. It was also from this that he realized that Mount Fuji could also be used as an adjective.

The little hand was still gently stroking his lips. He had no intention of sticking out his tongue to tease, and he didn't even have much lust.

The air between the two of them was as soft and natural as the moonlight, as natural as the girl leaning against the door frame.

Sakura seemed to finally confirm that those lips were the lips of the person she liked, and her little hands hugged Hojo Kyosuke's neck again. Thin and soft lips slowly approached.

Their lips met, and the sleepy voice came out again.

"My soul is attached to you, and the light emanating from you is the oxygen in my life."

Hojo Kyousuke took a deep breath, as if he was trying to suck Sakura's soul into his body.

"And you are my happiness."

It was as if he didn't know how to kiss at all, he just held Sakura together and awkwardly touched each other's lips, as if just this was enough to hear the love words spoken by the soul in the body.

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