My Girlfriend is a Wicked Girl

Fuyumi greeted softly, but Kitahara Hideji shook his head in the dark and said with a smile, "Don't worry about me."

He is not a male chauvinist, but he is stronger than the little luotou, and now he is in trouble together, so he feels that he should take greater responsibility and take good care of the little luotou, instead of being indifferent and only looking out for himself—this is His attitude towards people, if it was a strange girl, he would still give up his clothes, anyway, it was just uncomfortable in the cold, as long as he didn't fall asleep, he wouldn't freeze to death.

Seeing that he refused to come over from the other side of the shelf, Dongmei urged, "Don't be pretentious, it's obviously cold, why pretend? Come here, I...I don't even dislike you anymore, why are you hypocritical?"

Kitahara Hideji hesitated for a moment, but still refused, after all, men and women are different, and said with a smile: "I'm really fine!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a rustling sound from Dongmei's side, and then there was a sound of wind, he instinctively reached out to grab it, and the tentacles were slightly warm, and suddenly found that Dongmei had thrown the windbreaker over.

Fuyumi is also a straightforward person. If she insists on being cold alone and warming up alone, this dress belongs to Hideji Kitahara, and she thinks she shouldn't wear it.

And Kitahara Hideji took the clothes and sighed, Little Luootou has no temper!

He took out his mobile phone to light it up, and slowly rubbed it along the shelf, and found Dongmei was sitting there shivering with her knees hugged - a little smooth forehead was exposed under her neat bangs, and her slightly shiny black hair hung down. On the shoulders, only a pair of small ear tips are exposed.

His chin was tucked into the sweater, covering his mouth and nose, only half of his face was exposed, and the sleeves of the sweater were stretched out to cover the back of his hands, only a few white fingers were exposed. At the same time, because he was sitting, The short skirt does not reach the knees, and she wears long thick cotton socks in winter, which makes her two short legs look a lot slender, and even because of the sitting posture, the two feet wearing calfskin shoes are slightly introverted. The horoscope, it seems that the whole person is two points more well-behaved...

Of course it's an illusion, this guy has never been well-behaved.

Hideji Kitahara turned off the phone—there was no signal, it could only be used as a flashlight, and he had to save electricity as much as possible, in case the necessary lighting would not work—then sat beside her, and put the windbreaker on both sides in silence. personally.

He wanted Dongmei to wear it, but Dongmei obviously refused to wear it by herself, so it was the only way to do it, but soon both of them became depressed-it was useless at all, it didn't keep warm at all on two people, and it didn't matter if they didn't wear it the difference.

Dongmei said sullenly: "You wear it!"

Kitahara Hideji humbly said: "You should wear it!"

"Here are your clothes!"

"You bought it for me."

"It's your money."

They say something to each other, and their opinion can't be determined. Kitahara Hideji thought about it, and felt that such a waste of heat is really stupid. He sighed and said: "Then do you mind..."

Fuyumi tilted her head in the dark and said nothing. She definitely doesn't mind, she has greeted Kitahara Hideji just now, and it was Kitahara Hideji who insisted on being hypocritical - she didn't think Kitahara Hideji was a big pervert who studied pornography since childhood.

Kitahara Hideji has been with her for a long time, and he knows some of her temper. This little radish head has an awkward personality, and generally keeping silent means acquiescing.

He crossed his legs, stretched out his arms and hugged Dongmei, let her sit on his knees, and then put on the windbreaker on himself, it was like two people wearing a windbreaker.

That is to say, she is a small-sized girl, and it is really impossible to wear this dress of other people.

But wearing it like this is of course very leaky, and Fuyumi doesn't look at Hideji Kitahara, although it's useless to look at it, and she can't see her toes here, but she is still embarrassed to look at him. She hesitated for a moment, took off her shoes, put them aside, and then actively adjusted her sitting posture, sitting on one of his legs with her buttocks on his other leg, trying to squeeze her small body into Kitahara Hideji's arms , and then East and West Lala, try to reduce the place where the heat is running, and at the same time warn: "Don't touch it with your hands, there is nothing you can do now, but don't try to get too close to me!"

This guy loves to read little H books, so you shouldn't be crowded with him, but you can't freeze him... It's so dark here, it's scary, and you can feel at ease if you squeeze with this guy, but dare to touch your ass Killed him on the spot!

And the squeeze was so tight, Kitahara Hideji was thinking about where to put his hands, and after hearing her words, he was speechless for a while and quickly said: "I'm not that kind of person." He wanted to "raise his hands in surrender" to prove his innocence, But I don't think it's suitable, this posture is easy to leak, so after thinking about it, I still gently circled Dongmei.

After the two sat down like this, Fuyumi muttered: "It's just too cold, don't get me wrong, if it wasn't for today's special day, I wouldn't be like this——I'm not a shameless person like Suzuki's fart! If you dare to speak out about what happened today...if you dare to speak out..."

Kitahara Hideji said she had nothing to do with it, she had nothing to do with Kitahara Hideji. Fortunately, Kitahara Hideji still knew it well, and quickly assured him: "Don't worry, I will definitely not say anything about it."

"That's the best!" Fuyumi snorted again, she hesitated for a while and rested her head on Kitahara Hideji's shoulder—thanks to the fact that she was sitting on Kitahara Hideji's lap, usually she couldn't reach this place with her height.

The two huddled together and warmed each other with each other's body temperature, which immediately became much warmer. The cold air in the cave seemed to retreat from it instantly, and even Hideji Kitahara felt extra comfortable.

Dongmei has a bad temper and a violent personality, but her small body is really soft, and it is very fragrant, milky and milky with a bit of fruit flavor, and it feels very warm when held in her arms like a small stove. Hideji Kitahara lowered his head slightly, and his chin touched her black hair. It was soft and itchy to the touch, and the fragrance in front of his nose became more intense. He couldn't help but put his face on it, and Fuyumi instantly felt a slight tingle on the top of her head. It sank, but it was only as if he wanted to cover his head to keep warm, and he didn't resist, it just became more crooked in his arms.

Kitahara Hideji felt strange—this was not the first time he hugged a girl so intimately, but the last time he was with this dead radish head, it was when the old fox in Fukuzawa Zhilong suddenly fell ill, and the little radish head hid when crying.

It was her twice, could it be a natural destiny?

But now Fuyumi's nose is full of Kitahara Hideji's breath. It's very familiar, it's the smell of the laundry detergent she often uses, and she feels that Kitahara Hideji's body is very warm, the heat is continuously transmitted to her body, and it seems to be slowly soaking into her bones, and she suddenly shy He trembled slightly.

Her energy is mainly focused on her family, except for Kitahara Hideji, she has never had such intimate contact with other boys, even if she can barely restrain herself, she can't stop shaking.

The two of them were very close together, and Hideji Kitahara felt it immediately, and understood that it was not easy for Yi Dongmei's awkward nature to be squeezed together with him - if there was another person, it would be impossible for Xiaoluotou to do such a thing, Maybe someone proposes to hug her to keep warm, she will immediately suspect that the other party has a lustful heart, and when she steps forward, she will knock the person to the ground with an uppercut, which is the secret technique of Fuze's family, and then kick him a hundred times .

She warned herself with her mouth, but she still trusted herself in her heart.

His heart softened, and he couldn't help bowing his head and said, "Thank you, Fukuzawa." She can wear this windbreaker by herself, and he doesn't mind, there is no need to make such a sacrifice.

Dongmei rubbed against his shoulders and said sullenly: "Needless to say thank you, anyway, when I leave here, I will treat this incident as if it never happened, and you promised not to tell it. Besides, these are your clothes. I should say thank you..."

She paused slightly as she spoke, and said softly: "I should have said thank you-thank you!"

Kitahara Hideji rubbed the top of her head. It felt like an experience she had never experienced before. The more he rubbed, the softer his heart became, and he said softly: "You don't need to say thank you, I should have let you wear it."

"No, I don't mean clothes... We don't know if we can go out, so it doesn't matter if I tell you now——I feel very relieved after you came, so I always want to say thank you to you."

Hideji Kitahara was slightly taken aback, and said with a smile, "Is it because of something in the store? Didn't I thank you a long time ago?"

"Some of that is because of that, but the main reason is that you can take good care of everyone, and... also take care of me." Dongmei's voice was very low. If it wasn't for the silence around her, she might not have heard it at all. "I was the one who protected you before." Everyone, take care of everyone. After you came, I felt a lot easier... Do you know? In fact, I am usually very scared. I made a wrong decision and hurt everyone, but after you came, I was less afraid, and I felt at ease, and felt that even if I made a mistake, you would help me make up for it and take care of everyone..."

She always wanted to talk, but she couldn't keep her face from speaking softly, so she could only show it sideways through small things like knitting sweaters, washing clothes, changing bed sheets and so on.

Kitahara Hideji comforted in a soft voice: "You have done a good job, you have tried your best, even if something happens, no one will blame you, and there is no need to worry about it."

This is his sincere words. In fact, he thinks that little luotou is pretty good in everything except his temper and narrow-mindedness. He really doesn't have much to criticize, even if he is a little grumpy, he doesn't have much to say.

No one is perfect, no gold is pure, who dares to say that there is nothing wrong with him? If there is nothing wrong with it, it is a saint, and the saint is dead long ago.

Many people can't see their own shortcomings, only stare at the shortcomings of others, and are directly blind to the strengths of others. That kind of behavior is silly, and he doesn't want to be that kind of person.

Fuyumi didn't answer his words, but quietly leaned against his chest, raised her hand and quietly wiped her eyes.

Kitahara Hideji felt her movement, and asked in surprise, "Are you... crying?"

"I didn't cry."

"You cried..."

"I didn't cry!"

Kitahara Hideji didn't believe it, Fuyumi was often stubborn, but why cry so hard? He couldn't help reaching out to touch it, but Dongmei reacted quickly, slapped his hand away, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't try to take advantage of me!"

Hideji Kitahara had already felt a little cold wetness from his fingertips, and asked softly, "Are you still afraid?"

"I'm not afraid!"

Kitahara Hideji really didn't know how to cure Fuyumi's blunt talk, but for a while she still couldn't figure out why she was crying—maybe she was very fragile now, afraid of death, or worried about Yurina Haruna's younger siblings.

It's very possible, otherwise she wouldn't have said all the things in her heart that she hadn't said all along, maybe she suspected that she might die here.

He took out a handkerchief and handed it to Dongmei's face in the dark, and said gently: "As long as we persevere, we will be fine! Come on, wipe your tears first!"

"I told you I didn't cry!" Fuyumi muttered, but she still took it and wiped her face indiscriminately. She raised her head and wanted to return the handkerchief to him, but Hideji Kitahara lowered her head to pick it up. For a moment, both of them felt The other party's warm breath...