If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

Thinking of the word couple, Iroha's little heart tightened for a moment like a wrinkled persimmon.

She loves to read "Jiao Mo Dao" largely because it is a book written by the person she is looking for.

It contained rubbings of his thoughts.

Reading this book word for word feels like chewing his thoughts.

Kneading and licking between the lips and teeth...

"Ah... I'm a little hungry."

The lamp on the table not far away casts the girl's shadow onto a corner of the ceiling behind her.

In the small boxy room, the girl was singing a one-man show, talking to herself, and then turned over and stepped on the giraffe slippers beside the bed.

It's called a small short horn.

Because the front of the slippers diverge left and right, there are a pair of small short horns on the head of a giraffe.

Iroha swayed from side to side with her thin and white naked body.

The pajamas had been taken off the bed when she turned over.

The pajama pants are still there.

The child-like cute little hands touched his delicate ribs where traces could be seen, and the pads of his fingers pressed the thin and soft fat layer under the skin into shallow depressions.

"Remember there's still half a loaf of bread left in the refrigerator... Go get a loaf of bread and eat it."

The thin sound diffused gently in the room, and the sound waves filled every tiny corner.

After telling his good friends in the room, such as Dabai, Ertu, and Xiaoduanjiao, the girl with a delicate and thin upper body pushed open the door and ran into the darkness outside the door .

In the end, even the white back and brown hair were swallowed by darkness.

The small room with its half-open door was empty.

Those "good friends" did not take this opportunity to communicate secretly.

Deathly silence.

Only Xiao Huang, the desk lamp, is still dedicated to shedding the warm light of orange.

The sound of "thump, thud, thump" footsteps outside the door came from far to near.

A series of voices sounded like they were running over.

The thin, pretty girl slipped through the gap in the door.

"Ah, ah, ah"

Like a hamster, he gnawed at half of the bread in the fresh-keeping bag.

There were small grains of bread crumbs on the corners of the white and tender mouth.

While chewing bread, Iroha picked up the phone on the desk and looked at it.

"Ahhh... why is it almost twelve o'clock... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...we have to go to school tomorrow..."

Dulululu~

When the number on the screen jumped to 23:59, I suddenly received an email.

[Happy Birthday~ Iroha. 】

The sender is [One Color Feather b(*≧▽≦*)b].

"Ah, today is my birthday... ah..."

Her tender toes tapped on the slippers in surprise.

"No one wished me a happy birthday this year... obviously I have so many friends..."

Ever since I found out that my birthday had passed three days later when I was in junior high school because no one congratulated me on my birthday, Iroha did one thing and edited a piece of content that read [Happy Birthday~ Iroha. ] emails are set to be sent regularly, and the sending time is the last minute of my birthday every year thereafter.

Just to remind myself that today is my birthday.

By the way, see if someone will wish you a happy birthday on this day.

If someone wishes you a happy birthday before receiving the email, you will remember that today is your birthday, then remember the email, and cancel the scheduled email.

However, the mission of this email set three years ago must be fulfilled every year.

The reason why the sending time is set at the last minute is that if someone congratulates you before then, you don't need this email.

And if no one congratulates himself, at least there is this email guarantee.

Even if the sender is Guoyi himself.

The girl suddenly felt her eyes tingle.

The beautiful long eyelashes fluttered and blinked.

Something seemed to slip out of the corner of his eye.

"Ahhhhhh? Why is the bread wet...and a bit salty..."

"Could it be broken... But the ones before were still good?"