Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

After finishing the meal, Sakura took the initiative to wash the dishes.

By the way, should I ask a subordinate to help me wash the dishes after I finish eating? No, this is too inhumane. How about I feed him? But wouldn’t that be more troublesome? As for dishwashers, do you think people who have to go to a Guzao store to buy a refrigerator will buy it?

Opening the cupboard and taking out the spare bedding, Hojo Kyosuke was thinking wildly while arranging his sleeping place for tonight in the living room.

"Kyosuke! Then what are you doing?"

Yamauchi Sakura, who was washing dishes, saw Hojo Kyosuke's actions and screamed.

"I'm making up my sleeping place, what's wrong?"

Hojo Kyousuke was stunned. Sakurara's voice made him think that he had done something unjust.

"Why are you tidying up the sleeping area? Isn't the bed right over there?"

Yamauchi Sakura put down the bowl in her hand, wiped her hands casually, walked over and snatched the quilt held by Hojo Kyousuke into her hands.

"Let's sleep on that bed together tonight!" Yamauchi Sakura looked at Hojo Kyosuke angrily.

"How is this possible?"

"Why was it possible when I was a child but not now?" Yamauchi Sakura's eyes seemed to be filled with moisture.

Hojo Kyosuke felt a headache. He had a premonition of the current situation since Sakura said he would stay at his place tonight.

"Obey, Sakura, I'll take you to Ikebukuro to eat that famous sushi on the weekend." Hojo Kyosuke said softly, as if coaxing a child.

"No! Do you think I'm a greedy little pig?" Sakura didn't give in. There were not many things in front of the delicious food, and Hojo Kyosuke was the one at the top.

"We are no longer third graders, Sakura."

"Yes, we have grown up, and you have someone you like, Kyousuke. You are no longer the Kyousuke who only treats me well."

The quilt in Sakura's hand fell to the ground, and she covered her chest with her two small hands. She looked at Hojo Kyosuke with her big moist eyes, her tone was low, her expression was miserable, she looked like a little wife who had been abandoned by her husband.

"I know, I know, then let's sleep together. Your pajamas are in the locker next to the bed. Go and change into them yourself."

Hojo Kyosuke looked at Sakura, looking at himself in the amber pupils, and smiled helplessly. Although I knew it was an act, I still couldn't stand Sakura's aggrieved look.

"yeah!"

Sure enough, Sakura's face changed immediately, she jumped up happily, and her green-white fingers made a victory gesture.

"I'll leave it to Kyosuke to wash the remaining bowls. I'm going to take a shower first."

After Sakura said this, she ran to the bed and took out her pajamas, and then ran into the bathroom happily.

Hojo Kyosuke finished washing the dishes, sat on the sofa and watched TV.

"Kyosuke~" Sakura's voice came from the bathroom. Because it was blocked by the door, the voice sounded a little muffled.

"What's wrong?"

Hojo Kyosuke didn't look back. The toilet and bathroom in his apartment were separated, and because it was a single apartment, the bathroom door was made of frosted glass, which simply acted as a waterproof. As long as he turns around, he can see the beautiful thing of nosebleed.

"Kyosuke is peeking, right?" Sakura smiled softly, her tone full of affirmation.

"I didn't." Hojo Kyosuke flatly denied, picking up the barley tea on the low table and taking a sip to moisten his dry throat.

"Huh? Don't you want to see it, Kyosuke?"

"I don't want to! I don't want to at all! And I don't have this purpose at all in making papaya dishes, okay?"

"Why am I not a boy? Then I can find a girl as cute as me as my girlfriend."

"You can do it even if you are a girl."

"Kyosuke! What nonsense are you thinking about all day long? I want to tell Aunt Mijiko."

Faced with Sakura's slap, Hojo Kyousuke rolled his eyes. He stopped talking and started watching TV. Sakura in the bathroom also became quiet.

I don't know how long it took, but Hojo Kyosuke felt a little drowsy while watching TV and closed his eyes.

After Yamauchi Sakura took a shower, she walked out of the bathroom and saw Hojo Kyosuke who seemed to be asleep.

He walked over quietly, gently wrapped his arms around Hojo Kyousuke's neck, and placed his palms on his chest. Then he placed his pointed chin on Hojo Kyousuke's head, and then his whole body pressed on him.

Hojo Kyosuke, who felt his head sinking, had not opened his eyes before a scent of girl's deodorant or shower gel hit his nose.

Sakura's little hands playfully stroked Hojo Kyosuke's hard chest muscles, and she moved her chin away from Hojo Kyosuke's head, brought her mouth to his ear, and breathed out softly:

"Kyosuke, I'm not wearing anything."

All kinds of beautiful scenes appeared in Hojo Kyousuke's mind. Sakura's smooth and tender skin that had just taken a shower was constantly exuding heat, as if it was eroding his nerves.

"I'm going to take a shower!"

Hojo Kyosuke stood up suddenly and walked into the bathroom as if he was running away.

Sakura, who stayed where he was, touched the sofa where Hojo Kyousuke still asked questions, and let out a string of laughter like silver bells.

When Hojo Kyosuke walked out of the bathroom, he found that Sakura had turned off all the lights.

The three-layer curtains on the balcony were not all drawn up, and a small amount of moonlight came in. With the faint light, Hojo Kyousuke walked to the bed. Sakura was already lying on it and closed her eyes.

Looking at that cute face that still had the blush after bathing, Hojo Kyosuke smiled fondly. He reached out and pulled the quilt to cover Sakura's exposed shoulders, then turned around and planned to spend the night on the sofa.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, a warm little hand took his hand.

"Don't even think about escaping, Kyosuke."

Looking back, Sakura had turned sideways and looked at him with big eyes.

There was no other way, Hojo Kyosuke could only lie on the bed.

"Good night, Sakura."

She clung to the edge of the bed, leaving as much space as possible for Sakura, and tried her best not to let go.

The familiar fragrance kept coming out of the bed and into Hojo Kyousuke's nose. He had just finished taking a shower and was now sure that it was definitely not the fragrance of shower gel, but the body fragrance of a girl.

The whole bed was filled with Sakura's scent and warmth.

Under the quilt, Sakura slowly stretched out her little hand and scratched Hojo Kyousuke's arm with one finger.

Suddenly, Hojo Kyousuke suddenly turned over, stretched out his hand and hugged Sakura into his arms.

His actions made Sakura froze in shock, her face suddenly flushed red, and she became motionless in shock.

Although she does the same thing when teasing Hojo Kyousuke, in fact, they are both novices in love. At most, as a girl, she is more talented at this kind of thing, but only when Hojo Kyosuke is passively defensive.

Now……

That's not what the script is like. Shouldn't it be that Kyousuke is constantly teased by her, then keeps regressing, and finally falls asleep in her arms helplessly?

Feeling the warmth radiating from Hojo Kyousuke's body, Sakura gently touched the solid chest muscles with both hands.

a……

Sure enough, we are the ones who miss each other.

Sakura's little face flushed first, and then she smiled with satisfaction. She put her head on Hojo Kyousuke's chest and closed her eyes.

As for Hojo Kyousuke, although his actions just now seemed very domineering, now his claws are numb. Just now, he hugged her just because his head was hot. The hand that was not pressed by Sakura was placed on her butt out of habit. The beautiful touch made him dare not move at all, for fear of accidentally pinching her hard. Go down.

The delicate body exuding a charming fragrance in his arms seemed to have turned into a bomb, and it would explode in Hojo Kyousuke's heart if he was not careful.