If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

I seem to have glimpsed a copy of "Lolita" just now, let's read it again.

Speaking of finding the hardcover book with a super simple cover, he was about to sit back on the chair.

"Gaosaka-san," it was Yukino, probably because she was concentrating on reading, her voice was softer than usual: "Is the first sentence of the third paragraph on page six of your novel a metaphor? Or is it just a joke? "

Jingsuke's cheeks twitched: "I don't know what you said..."

Yukino looked at Kyosuke showing the expression of a little girl who asked her father the answer when she was doing homework and found that her father didn't know how to do it. She raised her buttocks and moved the chair to Kyosuke's side. The arms of the two chairs of the same style were close together.

Crooked Zhenshou lifted the book to Jingjie's eyes, pointed with clean and stylish nails: "That's the sentence."

Kyosuke sat on the chair and looked at them. Their heads were about to bump into each other. Some strands of Yukino's hair stuck to his cheeks, making him itchy: "Oh, it's a metaphor, but this one is actually quite As of now..."

Reading the book, explaining to Yukino wholeheartedly, turning her head to look at Yukino from time to time, and at this time, Yukino will also turn her gaze to his cheeks, and look at him with big eyes, gently nod.

After asking this question, Xue Nao also retracted her small head and body, and continued to read the book upright, but the chair did not move away.

Kyosuke looked at her and didn't bother her, he flipped through the "Lolita" in his hand boredly, but glanced at the literary girl who was serious about reading from time to time.

He found that just like some people like to rub their chins or tap their fingers on the table when thinking, Yukinoshita also has his own little movements.

The fresh and tender thighs lying flat on the chair move tensely and loosely. When relaxed, the fat-like skin will outline beautiful muscle lines when tensed. Even the chiffon skirt on the thighs trembles. Trembling.

I remember taking the elevator once before, and this girl was like this when she was thinking about something and talking to me.

I feel like I know her better.

Kyosuke leaned on the armrest between Yukino and Yukino, and looked down at Yukino's thigh where she couldn't even see a pore, and a soft voice sounded like exhaling: "Kosaka-san, what is this sentence?" What do you mean?"

Kyosuke leaned his face and turned his head, Yukino's light body temperature passed along the arms of the two who were next to each other.

"Let me see Ang."

135 Yukinoshita Yukino Is Not Heartless ([-])

The slightly cramped study room was quiet, and the white walls were not even hung with ticking clocks.

Only the sound of pages being flipped by paper shakes the air from time to time.

The pages of "Lolita" in Kyousuke's hands turned very slowly, because he was often in a daze thinking about how to write the next novel, and often stared blankly at Yukino who was sitting beside him for a long time before turning back Come on.

Xue Nai turned "Jiao Mo Dao" very slowly because she read it very carefully.

Quietly savoring the book written by Kyosuke, Yukino felt that she had a deeper understanding of Kosaka-san, who at first thought she was a pervert and now regarded as a bad friend.

Light novels are not autobiographical, but the author's thinking mode can be understood from the way of writing, and the author's world view can be glimpsed from the details of the background construction.

Sometimes when reading some sentences in the text, a certain scene when she was with Kyosuke suddenly appeared in Yukino's mind. A certain sentence or a certain action of his may have been ignored or misunderstood by herself at the time, but now I recall it But he understood the meaning he wanted to express at that time.

Subconsciously glanced to the side, the small movements hidden and tucked unexpectedly happened to meet a pair of eyes that were not sharp but seemed to contain a touch of green willow and setting sun.

Pretty face blushed immediately, and she returned to the book as if nothing had happened.

Did he keep looking at me while I was reading?

Forget it, let him go.

He said indifferent words in his heart, but his movements when sitting and turning the pages of the book were more elegant and ladylike.

It is the kind of literary girl style that can calm down the hot-blooded teenagers running on the court.

The dawn outside the window is gradually rising, and it should be hanging on the top of the sky.

Concentrating on reading, Xue Nai, who was a little tired from reading, rubbed her white and tender eyelids with her slender white fingertips.

Is it already noon?

She withdrew her eyes looking out of the window, and lightly placed her eyes on Kyosuke, who was facing her and leaning against the back of the chair, her eyes were already a little bit sleepy.

At the beginning, she couldn't turn a few pages, so she had to ask Jingsuke a few words from time to time, but as she got to know Jingsuke gradually, she gradually understood that the thinking mode of this classmate who was always listless was different from ordinary people. , what is ironic metaphor and what is casual humor in the article can be clearly distinguished.

So I no longer need to ask people around me a few words from time to time. Occasionally, after reading a plot to the end, I find that the connotation to be expressed is consistent with my own thoughts, and I will subconsciously squirm the soft corners of my mouth and burst into a knowing smile. When he looked at Kyosuke, he found that he had already closed his eyes dimly towards him, so he didn't bother him anymore.

But now it's time for lunch.

The ink-colored landscape-like eyes reflected Kyosuke in them for a long time, and then he stretched out his plain hand and gently shook his shoulder.

What was softer was the voice close to my ear: "Kosaka-san, Kosaka-san, it's noon, it's time to get up."

The voice with the warm breath in the throat tasted a sweet feeling.

Kyosuke felt as if a snake had been drilled into his ears, itching slightly, he opened his eyes in a daze, and what he saw was Yukino's pretty face that was as cold as jade.

"Oh... I actually fell asleep," she sat up blinking her eyes, "Do you have anything to ask me?"

"No," Xue Nai smiled at him, her bright smile didn't look like the ice beauty with two "xue" in her name: "It's noon, I'm calling you to get up for dinner."

"Oh... oh." Kyosuke squinted his eyes when he was shaken by this extremely close smile, and it took him a while to make sure that he wasn't dreaming.

Could it be that my book still has the effect of making people happy?

No wonder it sold so well.

Yukino waited considerately for Kyosuke to fully wake up before standing up, looked at him, although the smile had faded but the voice was still gentle: "Mr. Kosaka, let's go after lunch at my house."

Jingsuke shook his stiff neck with a "creak creak" and stood up: "Okay, I am honored to try the craftsmanship of Miss Yukinoshita."

After hearing his agreement, Xue Nai happily narrowed her eyes with a gentle arc, turned around and walked towards the door of the study, still chatting: "You heard me say 'not the eldest lady' so you guessed that I was here I'm the second child in the family, right?"