Chapter 37 Don’t Try to Escape

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

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

"No! Do you think I'm a greedy pig?" Sakura didn't give in. There were not many things in front of the delicious food, and Hojo Kyousuke 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 Kyousuke 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 he knew he was acting, he 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 Kyosuke'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 Kyousuke felt his head sinking. Before he could open his eyes, a scent of girl's deodorant or shower gel hit his nose.

Sakura's little hands playfully stroked Hojo Kyosuke's hard chest muscles, she moved her chin away from Hojo Kyosuke's head, put her small 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, where Sakura was already lying on it and closed her eyes.

Looking at the cute face that still had a blush after the bath, Hojo Kyosuke smiled dotingly. He stretched out his hand 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 grabbed his hand.

"Don't try to escape, Kyosuke."

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

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

"Good night, Sakura."

Stick to the bed tightly, leaving as much space as possible for Sakura, trying not to get rid of it.

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

The whole quilt was filled with the smell and temperature of Sakura.

Under the quilt, Sakura slowly stretched out her little hand and used a finger to stroke Hojo Kyosuke's arm constantly.

Suddenly, Hojo Kyosuke turned over and held Sakura in his arms.

His action shocked Sakura, her face flushed red, and she was so shocked that she couldn't move.

Although she teased Hojo Kyosuke with a lot of tricks, they were both just rookies in love. At most, she was more talented in this kind of thing as a girl, but it was limited to the situation where Hojo Kyosuke was passively defending.

Now...

The script was not like this, shouldn't Kyosuke be teased by her constantly, and then keep retreating, and finally helplessly hugged by her to sleep?

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

Kyosuke...

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

Sakura's little face flushed first, then showed a satisfied smile, and rested her head on Hojo Kyosuke's chest and closed her eyes.

As for Hojo Kyosuke, although his actions just now seemed very domineering, he was now at a loss. Just now, he hugged her purely on impulse. The hand that was not pressed by Sakura habitually rested on her hips. The wonderful touch made him dare not move at all, for fear of accidentally pinching it.

The charming and fragrant body in his arms seemed to have become a bomb, which would explode in Hojo Kyousuke's heart if he was not careful.