If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

What filled the room was not the smell of cigarettes, but the aroma of shampoo on the hair of this small and delicate girl.

"This manicure is really wrong..."

She muttered, curled up, leaned against the leg squatting on the chair, spread her five fingers like a child, and the warm-toned manicure wrapped around a layer of soft light like goose feathers.

The so-called nail art is actually just sticking long and beautiful nail art pieces on your original nails.

So the layer of nail art extending from the fingertips has a considerable impact on typing.

Others type with fingers curled like playing the piano, but because her nails are too long, she can only straighten her fingers and use her small finger pads to press the keyboard.

Typing a word is like having a stroke.

If I hadn't suddenly fallen in love with the famous fashion-loving schoolmate Enoshima Junko a while ago, Iroha would not have been influenced by the fashion magazine she endorsed to do this good-looking but practical thing. Really inconvenient manicure.

With her clean chin resting on her knees, Iroha was a little distracted, and a pair of big eyes on her delicate face stared blankly at the photo on the laptop screen. In the photo, a handsome boy with a chic single ponytail was looking The girl who somewhat resembled him wiped the ice cream from the corner of her mouth.

The figure of the blond boy was reflected in Iroha's slightly absent-minded eyes.

Suddenly, as if awakened suddenly, Iroha instantly turned her head and looked behind her.

The door to the bedroom in view remains closed.

The girl who was so thin and distressed in a pajamas quietly let out a sigh of relief.

In the dark bedroom, only the sound of the computer's "humming" fan added a touch of life.

It stands to reason that it is far from bedtime now, even if Iroha closes the door, some voices from the family, parents, or brothers and sisters should be able to come through.

But there was only silence.

Because she is the only one at home.

Iroha turned her head back, put the back of her head on the back of the chair through a soft towel, looked up at the dust in the gap between the wall and the ceiling with half-closed eyes.

Even if she is the only one in the house and the door is still closed, it's just for peace of mind.

In my somewhat sleepy mind, the gloomy night when the raindrops "crashed" fell on my feet.

And that handsome young man who didn't see his whole face clearly until the end.

I finally saw you again...

Hee hee, although it's only on the photo.

Caiyu showed a silly smile, and smiled like an idiot at the corner of the wall for a few seconds before recovering, and hurriedly raised her little hand to "slap" her cheeks twice, covering her face like a hide-and-seek.

snort!I, being smart and pretty, wouldn't show such an idiot smile!

Being able to see this photo on the computer is actually due to Mr. Dunzi.

Iroha and her classmates used "Dunzi-sama" as a title.

Originally, I just finished my homework and was reluctant to go to bed, so I randomly searched the Internet for big models who have been fascinated recently.

The headline is this photo.

Even though she was wearing casual clothes, Iroha still recognized that the male protagonist in the photo was the boy who silently carried himself through the rain at night.

However, Mr. Shield...

Iroha moved her little hand covering her pretty face and looked at the faintly glowing computer screen. The comment that was pinned to the top under the photo analyzed in a few words that the blond boy was definitely not Lord Dunko's younger brother, but her boyfriend.

Iroha blinked twice the big eyes on her small face with long eyelashes.

Can I really compete with Lord Dunzi?

Hehe...

Caiyu Zhanyan smiled again, but this time she was not at all stupid, and her playfulness was a bit artificial.

It's not a question that can't be contested, okay?

All I want is the sense of peace of mind when I lie on his not wide back.

Must get said!

The thin little girl who was immersed in her thoughts suddenly woke up again, and looked back.

The door to the small bedroom was still closed.

Iroha smiled self-deprecatingly.

He said he must get it, but he didn't even know his last name, who or how to contact him...

Hiss, it's so cold.

The little hand tightened the baggy pajamas, and shrunk the leg stretched on the ground to the chair, curling up the thin body like a hamster.The other hand grabbed the remote control and raised the temperature back with a beep.

The air conditioner in the small bedroom is completely cool when it is blown on for a while, it is cold when it is low, and it is hot when it is high.

Just like that little heart of Isiroyu.

153 The Tsurumi Family Is Abnormal

The bright sunlight pierced through the clear air, leaving brilliant ridges of light.

Another leisurely weekend.