Fuyumi greeted softly, but Kitahara Shuji shook his head in the dark and smiled, "Leave me alone."
He is not a machismo, but he is stronger than the little radish head, and now he is in trouble together, then he feels that he should take greater responsibility and take care of the little radish head, instead of being indifferent, only caring about himself This is his attitude towards people, changing a strange girl, he will also let his clothes out, anyway, it's just cold and uncomfortable, as long as you don't sleep to death, you won't freeze to death.
Dongmei saw that he refused to come over at the other end of the shelf, and urged: "Don't charge your head, it's obviously cold, pretend to come over quickly, I don't even hate you, what are you hypocritical?"
Kitahara Shuji hesitated, but still refused, after all, there is a difference between men and women, and smiled: "I'm really fine" As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a rustling sound on Dongmei's side, and then a wind sound, he instinctively reached out and fished it, and there was a slight warmth between the tentacles, and he suddenly found that Dongmei threw the windbreaker over.
Fuyumi is also a simple person, if she has to be cold and warm alone, this dress is from Kitahara Shuji, and she thinks she shouldn't wear it.
And Kitahara Shuji sighed with his clothes, and the little radish head has no one's temper He took out his phone and lit it up, slowly rubbed it along the shelf, and found Dongmei sitting there with her knees hugged, shivering, her neat bangs showed a little smooth forehead, and her slightly shiny black hair hung down on her shoulders, revealing only a pair of small ear tips.
The chin shrunk into the sweater, covering the mouth and nose, only half of the small face was exposed, and the sleeves of the sweater were also lengthened, covering the back of the hand, only a few white and tender fingers were exposed, and at the same time, because of sitting, the short skirt was not more than the knee, plus wearing long thick cotton socks in winter, which made her two little short legs look a lot slender, and even because of the sitting position, the two feet wearing calfskin shoes were slightly inward, and the whole person was more well-behaved Of course it's an illusion, this guy is never well-behaved.
Kitahara Shuji closed the phone and there was no signal, so he could only use it as a flashlight, and he had to save electricity as much as possible, in case the lighting couldn't be lit, and then sat down beside her, silently draped the trench coat on the two people.
He wanted Dongmei to wear it, but Dongmei obviously refused to wear it herself, so she had to do it, but soon both of them became depressed, so it was useless, and this draped on two people didn't keep warm at all, no different from not wearing it.
Fuyumi said sullenly: "You wear it" Kitahara Shuji Ken gave way: "It's better for you to wear it" "It's Your Clothes" "You bought it for me."
"Use your money."
They don't say a word to me, and the opinion can't be determined, Kitahara Shuji thought about it, and felt that it was really stupid to waste calories in vain, and sighed and said, "Then you don't mind" Fuyumi tilted her head in the darkness and didn't speak.
She definitely doesn't mind, she has already greeted Kitahara Shuji just now, but Kitahara Shuji has to be hypocritical, she doesn't think Kitahara Shuji is a big pervert who has studied the little yellow book since childhood.
Kitahara Shuji 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 not saying anything means acquiescence.
He crossed his legs, reached out and hugged Dongmei, asked her to sit on his knees with his knees, and then put the trench coat on himself, which was considered a trench coat shared by the two of them.
That is, she is a small-sized girl, and she really can't wear someone else's clothes.
But of course, it's still very leaky to wear it like this, and Fuyumi doesn't look at Kitahara Shuji, although it's also in vain, and she can't see her toes here, but she's still embarrassed to look at him.
She hesitated, took off her shoes, put them aside, and then took the initiative to adjust her sitting position, her butt sat on one of his legs, and her feet were on his other leg, trying to squeeze her small body into Kitahara Shuji's arms, and then pulling and pulling west, trying to minimize the place where the heat was running, and at the same time warned in her mouth: "Hands are not allowed to touch randomly, there is no way now, but don't think about being fussy with me" This guy loves to read Xiao H books, and he shouldn't be crowded with him, but he can't be frozen and it's so dark here, which makes people so scared, and squeezing with this guy can be reassuring, but if he dares to touch his ass, he will be killed on the spot And squeezing so tightly, Kitahara Shuji was thinking about where to put his hand, and after listening to her words, he was speechless for a while and hurriedly said, "I'm not that kind of person."
He said and wanted to "raise his hand to surrender" to prove his innocence, but he felt that it was inappropriate, this posture was easy to leak, and after thinking about it, he still gently circled Dongmei.
The two of them sat down like this, and Dongmei muttered in her mouth: "It's just too cold, don't get me wrong, if it weren't for today's special, I wouldn't be like this, I'm not a faceless person like Suzuki's stinky fart, if you dare to say anything about today, if you dare to say it, if you dare to say it."
Kitahara Shuji said that she didn't have a problem, she couldn't do anything with Kitahara Shuji.
Fortunately, Kitahara Shuji still knew it in his heart, and hurriedly promised: "Don't worry, I will definitely not say it." ” "That's the best," Fuyumi snorted again, hesitated for a moment, and rested her head on Kitahara Shuji's shoulder, thanks to which she was sitting on Kitahara Shuji's lap, which she couldn't usually reach with her height.
The two of them huddled together and used each other's body temperature to warm each other, which suddenly became much warmer, and the cold air in the cave seemed to retreat instantly, and even Kitahara Shuji felt extremely comfortable.
Dongmei has a very bad temper and a short personality, but her small body is really soft, and it is very fragrant, milky and milky, with a little fruity flavor, and it is like a small stove in her arms, and it feels very warm.
Kitahara Shuji lowered his head slightly, his chin touched one of her green silks, the touch was soft and itchy, and the aroma in front of his nose was more intense, he couldn't help but put his face on it, and Fuyumi instantly felt a slight sinking on the top of his head, but only when he wanted to help him cover his head to keep warm, he didn't resist, but he was more crooked in his arms.
It's not the first time he's hugged a girl so intimately, but the last time he was with this dead radish head was when the old fox of Naokaka Fukuzawa suddenly fell ill, and this little radish head hid and cried.
It's her twice, will it be a natural fate And Fuyumi's nose is now full of the breath of Kitahara Shuji.
It's very familiar, it's the smell of laundry detergent she usually uses, and she feels that Kitahara Shuji's body is very warm, and the heat continues to spread to her body, and even seems to slowly soak into her bones, and she suddenly shivered slightly shyly.
Her energy is mainly focused on her family, except for Kitahara Shuji, she has never had such intimate contact with other boys, even if she barely suppresses it, but she can't stop shaking.
The two of them were very tight, Kitahara Shuji immediately felt it, and understood that it was not easy for Yidong Mei's awkward temperament to squeeze together with him, and it was impossible for the little radish head to do this kind of thing, maybe someone offered to hug her to keep warm, and she would immediately suspect that the other party was moving her heart, and stepped forward to knock people to the ground with a secret skill of the Fukuzawa family, and then kicked a hundred kicks.
She warned herself on her lips, but she actually trusted herself very much in her heart.
His heart softened, and he couldn't help but bow his head and say, "Thank you, Fukuzawa-san."
She could have worn the trench coat herself, and he didn't mind, there was no need to make such a sacrifice.
Dongmei rubbed his shoulder and chest, and said sullenly: "No need to say thank you, anyway, when you leave here, just as if this incident didn't happen, you promised not to say it."
Besides, it's your clothes, it's my way to say thank you."
She paused slightly, and said softly, "I should have said thank you a long time ago."
Kitahara Shuji rubbed the top of her head, feeling that it was an experience that she had never experienced before, the more she rubbed her heart, the softer she became, and said softly: "You don't have to say thank you, I should have let you wear it." ” "No, I don't mean the clothes, we don't know if we can go out, it doesn't matter if you tell you now, after you came, I was very relieved, so I always wanted to say thank you to you."
Kitahara Shuji was slightly stunned and said with a smile: "It's because of the things in the store, isn't it a long time ago?"
"Some of it is because of that, but mainly because you can take care of everyone and take care of me."
Dongmei's voice was very low, if it weren't for the silence around her, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to hear it at all, "I have always been protecting everyone and taking care of everyone, after you came, I was a lot more relaxed, you know that in fact, I am usually very scared, afraid that my family will collapse, afraid of living up to my mother's trust, afraid that my younger brothers and sisters will go the wrong way, afraid that I will make a wrong decision and hurt everyone, but after you came, I am afraid of less times, I feel very relieved, I feel that even if I make a mistake, you will help me make up for it, and I will take care of everyone" She always wanted to say it, but she couldn't pull down that face to say soft words, and could only express it sideways through some small things such as knitting sweaters, washing clothes, and changing bed sheets.
Kitahara Shuji comforted softly: "You have done a good job, do your best, even if something happens, no one will blame you, there is no need to worry about being afraid." ” This is his sincere words, in fact, he thinks that the little radish head is very good except for his temper and careful eyes, there is really not much to blame, and even if he is a little grumpy, there is not much to say.
No one is perfect, no gold is enough, who dares to say that he has no problem at all, he is a saint who has no problem at all, and the saint has died a long time 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 stupid, he doesn't want to be like that.
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Fuyumi didn't answer him again, but quietly leaned on his chest, raised her hand and quietly wiped her eyes.
Kitahara Shuji felt her movements and asked in surprise, "Are you crying?"
"I didn't cry."
"You're crying" "I didn't cry" Kitahara Shuji didn't believe it, Dongmei often died with a hard mouth, but he couldn't help but reach out to touch it, but Dongmei reacted quickly, slapped his hand away, and said in a muffled voice: "Don't think about taking advantage of me" Kitahara Shuji had already felt a little cold wet mark from his fingertips, and asked softly, "Are you still afraid?"
"I'm not afraid" Kitahara Shuji really didn't know how to cure Fuyumi's hard-mouthed problem, but for a while I still couldn't figure out why she was crying, maybe she was very psychologically fragile now, very afraid of death, or very worried about Haruna Yukisari's younger siblings.
It's very likely, otherwise she wouldn't have said everything in her heart that she hadn't said, probably because she suspected that she might really die here.
He took out a handkerchief and handed it to Dongmei's face, and said gently: "As long as we persist, we will definitely come fine, let's wipe our tears first."
"I didn't cry after saying that" Fuyumi muttered so much, but still took it and wiped her little face carelessly, looked up and asked him to return the handkerchief, and Kitahara Shuji lowered his head to pick it up, and for a while, both of them felt each other's warm breath: