Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

Although Xupunos, the god of sleep, is not welcomed by the gods, he can always turn danger into danger, because his ability to put people to sleep is irresistible to both humans and gods. Therefore, even those who are spurned by the God of Destiny can still taste the finest white bread in their sleep late at night.

Time is never deflected by someone's will. The two people hugging each other did not separate even after they finished eating the tomatoes.

The sweetness of papaya and the mellow aroma of milk rose up with the white smoke rising from the stew pot, drifting into their noses.

Yamauchi Sakura put her hands through Hojo Kyosuke's armpits and hugged him tightly. Although the cooking was finished, she still had no intention of letting go. She just inhaled hard, inhaling the familiar aroma into her lungs. evoke memories.

"The food can't wait to enter Sakura's belly."

Hojo Kyosuke withdrew his hand and rubbed the small hands wrapped around his waist.

"But I haven't hugged you enough~"

The girl buried her face in his back, shook her head and acted coquettishly, trying to prolong the time.

Hojo Kyosuke pursed his lips and smiled, turned off the fire and turned around.

He lowered his head and kissed Sakura on the forehead, then put one hand around her waist, bent down and hugged the slender legs, and picked up the girl with a little force.

"What are you doing~ Don't go to bed yet!"

Sakura slightly kicked her calves in protest, but a pair of lotus-like arms had already obediently hooked Kyousuke's neck, and her body leaned in so that he could hold him more easily.

"It's not about sleeping, it's about washing your hands!"

Hojo Kyosuke said angrily.

"Ah, ah da yo~~ Kyosuke is beginning to dislike me."

Sakura shouted randomly.

"In the future, you will know that I don't dislike you at all. Now wash your hands." Hojo Kyosuke lowered his head and gently hit the girl's forehead.

"Hmph, I want to know first!"

Sakura said this, trying to straighten her upper body, her small mouth fell on Hojo Kyosuke's face like raindrops, and kissed him with saliva all over his face.

Someone didn't take it seriously, and just took the opportunity to lick Sakura's little face with his big tongue during the interval, making that pretty little face covered with his own saliva in an instant.

"Eh~~ Kyosuke, I hate you so much!"

Sakura-sama exclaimed, raising his little hand and raising his index finger to touch his face, but he was in a dilemma with an expression of disbelief.

"Hehe, I'm so sad, Sakura actually dislikes me!" Hojo Kyousuke said with a smile, but he was not happy for two seconds before he was also attacked.

The girl stuck out her tongue as hard as she could and licked Hojo Kyousuke from his chin to his forehead, not missing his eyes and eyebrows.

"Hehe~~ A little girl never waits for revenge." She smiled proudly.

Hojo Kyousuke blinked hard, feeling that his eyelashes were stuck to Sakura's saliva.

"You idiot, you secreted so much saliva because you smelled the food!" He said helplessly.

"Idiot! Didn't I hold the most delicious food in the world just now! If you hadn't been trying hard to keep your mouth shut, your clothes would have been soaked with saliva!"

Lord Sakura said plausibly:

"Wait! Yummy is holding me while walking!" she shouted in surprise.

Hojo Kyosuke smiled and shook his head. Among the countless stories he told Sakura, there was the story of the Food Kingdom. The marriage of milk and wheat gives birth to pancakes, the marriage of pineapple and glutinous rice turns into pineapple rice...and so on. It is worth mentioning that their witnesses are often things like juicers and barbecue grills.

"But there are only a few steps from the kitchen to the bathroom. Why does Kyousuke hold me and prevent me from walking by myself?"

Sakura suddenly wondered, her raised face looked extremely innocent, and her big watery eyes stared at Hojo Kyousuke's face. But before the latter could answer, she immediately gave the answer herself:

"Ouch~~ I understand. Kyousuke is reluctant to let me go and wants to hold me forever."

"Oh~~ It's not okay to be so clingy, Kyosuke, you have to learn to be more independent."

Saying this, Sakura stretched out her index finger and stroked Kyosuke's cheek up and down.

"My Sakura is an angel, her feet never fall on the ground, but she lost her power for me, so I have to be responsible." Hojo Kyosuke smiled.

"Oh! It turns out I'm an angel~" Sakura exclaimed, then laughed, straightened up again and stuck out her tongue to lick Hojo Kyosuke's face.

Feeling the warmth and wetness on his face, Hojo Kyosuke's face twitched. He had reason to suspect that this idiot Sakura had found a new hobby.

You will have to wash your face frequently from now on, and when you can't wash your face, you will have to wipe it with a wet wipe. He wrote it down silently.

It was only a short journey from the kitchen to the bathroom, but the two of them had walked out for ten years.

After entering the bathroom, Hojo Kyousuke put Sakura down in front of the sink, and then turned around to take the food out of the stew pot, but before he could take a step, Sakura pulled him back.

"Wash your hands well before eating!"

The girl taught him this lesson, pulled Kyousuke behind her, took the big hands and put them under the faucet.

"Who just made fun of me for not being able to leave you even two steps away? Why do you want me to help you even wash your hands now?" Hojo Kyosuke let Sakura apply the foam on his hands, teasing her in his mouth.

"Yeah, I just don't want to leave Kyousuke for a moment~"

Sakura said simply and neatly, her voice clear and clear.

"Idiot, you should be more serious about washing your hands."

Hojo Kyousuke said, resting his chin on Sakura's shoulder, turning passive into active, holding her small hands that were as graceful as works of art and began to rub them carefully.

Under the warm yellow light, the big palm covered the back of the small hand, stretched between the slender fingers, and scrubbed the fingers back and forth. Then he turned his little hand over and slid his palms up and down relative to each other. White foam continued to seep out from the joint between the two of them. Each finger was placed on his palm and the foam was used to wash away the foreign matter between the nails.

Hojo Kyosuke turned on the faucet, held Sakura's hand and stretched it out, letting the water take away all the foam.

Yamauchi Sakura had been leaning her head lazily on Kyousuke's head. He put his head on her shoulder, and she leaned her head on his.

When Sakura, who was squinting her eyes in comfort, saw Kyousuke start squeezing out hand sanitizer again, she finally couldn't help laughing.

"The food is getting cold~"

How many times have you washed your hands? The girl couldn't remember clearly, she just felt that a layer of skin was almost rubbed off her hands.

"Ahem, you have to be so serious about washing your hands!" Someone said righteously, but he still took a towel from the side to wipe his hands.

This time, before Hojo Kyosuke could reach out his hand, Sakura still put her arms around his neck and raised her thigh, signaling to come and hug me.

He did not carry Sakura to the dining table, but returned to the original position, the edge of the living room, the extremely bright place found by the moon.

When his papaya stewed milk was served in a brown patterned wooden bowl, he walked out of the kitchen and saw Sakura sitting on the edge of the living room with her knees wrapped in a thin blanket.

This little person was wrapped in a blue knitted blanket except for his head. She tilted her head slightly and didn't know what she was looking at. Looking from behind, she could only see a small and delicate ear and a smooth profile.

The night gets cooler and cooler.

Looking at Sakura sitting there alone, Hojo Kyousuke suddenly felt panicked for some reason and quickly walked over with the bowl in hand.

Hearing the footsteps, Yamauchi Sakura turned his head, raised his face and smiled at Kyousuke, and opened the blanket with one hand.

"Hurry up and get in, the heat will escape soon!" she urged in a low voice.

A smile appeared on Hojo Kyosuke's face unconsciously, and the strange feeling in his heart disappeared instantly. He quickly got in and pulled a blanket to wrap the two of them.

Before he could pass the bowl over, the girl opened her mouth wide and made a sound like ah~.

"Hurry up~feed me like you feed Yukino!"

That sentence made Hojo Kyosuke shut his mouth, scoop up a papaya ball and start blowing on it.

Sakura ate three orange papaya balls in one breath before closing her mouth. Her cheeks were bulging. Fortunately, the papayas had been stewed until they were soft, and only a mouthful of mellow flavor remained after a gentle sip.

"Oh Yixi~~"

Sakura held her little face in one hand and made an intoxicated and happy sound.

"Sure enough, the food that Kyousuke feeds himself is more delicious! Really, why was I so stupid when I was a child and didn't use this to blackmail you?"

She yelled unwillingly, and then smiled again:

"It must be because they are so kind!"

Hahahaha, this idiot.

Hojo Kyousuke burst out laughing. Just like Sakura said before, even if there were only two of her in the world, she would never feel lonely. Even if she doesn't say a word, she can still play with herself and make herself laugh.

"But Kyousuke, Yukino seems to have regained her sense of taste."

After taking another mouthful of papaya and drinking a spoonful of milk, Sakura said with a smile:

"But you should have noticed it long ago."

"Um."

Hojo Kyosuke nodded. He didn't wonder why Sakura knew this. A little guessing revealed that Yukino ate all kinds of food when he was alone with Sakura and the others. Xueye didn't want to hide it from him, but was attached to the special relationship between the two.

"Otherwise, with your character Kyousuke, you would have summoned famous doctors from all over the world to treat Yukino."

Sakura lowered her head, put her mouth to the bowl and blew on it.

"How could that happen? Yukino would be at a loss." Hojo Kyousuke said softly with a smile.

"Lie." The girl with her head lowered said softly.

Someone smiled and said nothing, and raised the bowl slightly to make it easier for Sakura to drink.

"Okay, now it's my turn to feed you!"

Sakura grabbed the bowl and said with a smile:

"Let me, a proud guy like you, know that whether the food is delicious or not does not depend on the skill, but on the sincerity!"

"Heart!"

"Even if I just held Kyosuke in my arms during the whole process and didn't do anything at all, my heart is still integrated into this papaya. Coupled with holding a hand full of love and feeding it to you, that must be the taste of happiness!"

Lord Sakura said this.

Hojo Kyousuke's eyebrows are soft, just like Sakura at the beginning, and his mouth is wide.

The girl stared at the bowl with sharp eyes, carefully scooped up a papaya ball, touched it gently with her lips, made sure that the temperature was acceptable for Kyousuke, a cat's tongue, and then slowly handed it over.

Seeing him chewing with exaggerated vigor, even though she knew how delicious the food he cooked was, she still asked with expectation:

"How about it!?"

"Super~~Oh Issei!" Hojo Kyosuke gave a thumbs up and gave a more advanced evaluation.

"It's as delicious as magic!" He opened his mouth in exaggeration and praised.

"Hehehe, you know how powerful you are~"

Sakuragi giggled. In fact, she didn't cast the magic to make the food taste delicious, but she cast the magic to make the lies come true.

The taste of the food itself does not change depending on who holds the spoon, but love does. Obviously saying that it is more delicious is a lie that even a child will not believe, but as long as there is love, this lie can be made true and all the taste in the mouth can become sweet.

She was so happy that she didn't care that she was still holding a bowl in her hand. She shook her shoulders and bumped against the boy next to her. Then she took a sip of papaya milk into her mouth and printed it directly on Kyosuke's mouth, mixing it with her own body fluids. The papaya milk slowly passed over.

"Is it~~ more delicious?"

She had a charming blush on her face, her eyes were covered with mist, and she asked seductively.

"Yeah, of course."

Hojo Kyosuke wrapped the blanket tighter around the two of them.

I don’t know whether it was the blanket that brought warmth to the two of them, or the papaya stewed in milk that provided energy, or the two people embracing each other were not afraid of the cold.

A man and a woman sat there, huddled under a medium-sized blanket, and slowly, slowly finished a bowl of papaya. The fragrant papaya milk not only failed to relieve their thirst, but made them even drier.

When the brown wooden bowl was put aside, Sakura curled up and nestled in Hojo Kyousuke's arms.

The boy's hands were around the girl's waist, and he held her two small hands and placed them on her soft belly. The blanket wrapped the two of them tightly, with only their heads exposed.

Sakura's head rested on Kyosuke's chest, and those thick chest muscles were simply the most comfortable pillow in the world. Her amber eyes seemed to turn into gems under the moon, radiant and shining.

"Kyosuke, do you remember the first time we went to the Sakura Festival?"

She looked at the bare cherry tree and asked in an erratic tone.

"Remember."

Hojo Kyosuke's chin rested on the girl's head, and he also looked at the withered brown cherry blossom tree.

"What was I like at that time?" Sakura continued to ask.

"Same as now." Just like what he said to Sakura before, although time and the world are changing, they remain unchanged.

"What's that like? Tiny? Smart? Cute?"

Although he was asking a question, Sakura used some inductive words, and it seemed that he didn't give a standard answer directly.

"Dazzling." Hojo Kyosuke said softly.

"I am the dazzling one now, right?" she said with great self-knowledge.

"It was the same with you back then."

"Brilliant."