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"That way, it won't be like some people who clearly like cosplay but refuse to admit it to the death."
"In that case, they'll be punished by heaven sooner or later."
Shirakawa, caught in the crossfire, was both amused and exasperated, and could only chuckle.
"I feel like you're talking about me... Hai Meng, just give me your ID card."
“But I have already explained it, Hai Meng, but you just don’t believe me.”
"Nashiki-kun, how do you explain what happened when we first met?"
Kitagawa's tone was slightly reproachful as he pouted his alluring red lips, which were coated with lipstick.
"Uh... I've almost forgotten about that."
"Shiki-kun, you're being naughty... You should be honest."
Hearing such shameless words, Kitagawa wished he could grab a hammer.
Forcefully knock open his skull, then violently force him to recall his memories in the blink of an eye.
She has a generous and outgoing personality, and she acts on her thoughts.
So, Kitagawa went to the neatly arranged tables at the back and rummaged through them for a while. Soon after, he came running back with light, quick steps.
Seeing this beautiful girl holding a wooden hammer and staring at his head with an eager look on her face, he realized that she was ready to try her hand at it.
Shirakawa quickly reached out his palm and stopped her head from rushing forward.
"Hai Meng, let's not talk about where you found this hammer."
"Do you even know that hitting someone on the back of the head can have very serious consequences?"
"Are you... trying to murder me?"
"Huh? But this thing is made of wood, so it's not as serious as Shiki-kun said."
"And you actually said you've forgotten everything, so today I'm going to crack open your head."
Kitagawa Kaimu wasn't annoyed that he was supporting her head with one hand; she struggled to reply.
So, the two sides then began to tug at each other.
Having no other choice, Shirakawa reached out his other hand to try and calm her down.
Kitagawa Kaimu's fair and pretty face was somewhat distorted by his palm pressing against it.
However, this carefree girl didn't care about these things.
Her face contorted slightly as she spoke in a pouty tone, "Shiki-kun, tell me, do you remember?"
"Otherwise, I'll keep an eye on you from now on, so you'll never dare to forget me again."
"No, after all, it doesn't seem so bad to have a beautiful girl watching me every day."
"Eh? Shiki-kun, are you saying I'm cute? I'm a little happy about it."
"But even so, I still won't let you off the hook, because you dared to say you've forgotten."
"Hai Meng, I really have forgotten."
"Then I'll use this hammer to treat your head properly, so you can remember things. Could that be a medical miracle?"
"Okay, okay... Hai Meng, please let me go. I don't know why, but suddenly I remembered it all over again."
Shirakawa was at a loss with this beautiful girl, and in his speechless state, he revealed a look of 'begging for mercy'.
Kitagawa was taken aback for a moment, then didn't stop.
Instead, he became even more aggressive, raising the wooden hammer in his hand.
"No, just in case you forget again, you have to let me knock on it today no matter what."
Upon seeing this girl, her face was filled with excitement and a mischievous expression.
Shirakawa knew perfectly well that the other person just thought it was fun.
Perhaps there was also a slight... lingering thought of 'getting revenge on him'.
"I think you're not afraid I'll forget these things, you just want to try hitting me on the head and see what it feels like, right?"
"Eh?! Shiki-kun, how did you know?"
Kitagawa took a few steps back, looking surprised.
(Nuo Zhao's)
"Your feelings are written all over your face, Hai Meng. I understand you so well."
"I don't care, just let me try. I promise I'll only use a little bit of force."
After saying that, Kitagawa pressed that pure yet regal face against his again, bringing with him a fragrant breeze.
"I don't want it."
Even though it wouldn't hurt, Shirakawa wasn't a masochist, so he refused without hesitation.
"Hmm... just once." Kita Haimu puffed out her pink cheeks.
"Hai Meng, don't make things difficult for me."
Yukino Yukinoshita, who was reviewing documents with Yui Yuigahama, heard the commotion on their side.
My gaze involuntarily shifted over and I saw the two of them seemingly flirting.
And then there's Kitagawa Kaimu's expression of little girl-like happiness at that moment, which inexplicably tightened my heart.
Without a second thought, Yukinoshita scoffed, "Shirakawa-shiki, this is the Service Club! What do you take this place for?"
Honestly, that despicable guy, doesn't he care about making things difficult for others?
Shirakawa's movements froze, and he was somewhat speechless: "???"
What does this have to do with him?
Moreover, it was clearly Kitagawa Kaimu who started this trouble first.
If the other party wanted to murder him, he should at least put up a fight.
Chapter 121 Kitagawa Kaimu is quite cute
"This is not a place where you, an idiot, can run wild."
Yukino simply snorted, knowing she felt a sense of relief.
You ignored the other person's somewhat bewildered expression and continued looking at the information he had found on his phone.
A strange light flashed in Yuihama's eyes. She glanced at Kitagawa Kaimu, then shifted her gaze to Shirakawa Shiki. At this moment, her thoughts became complicated.
Shirakawa pursed his lips at this.
I have absolutely no idea what's wrong with this woman, so I'm too lazy to bother with her for now.
Then, he simply leaned forward slightly.
Kitagawa's beautiful face was right in front of him, and Shirakawa was scrutinizing her delicate features.
She said in a gentle tone, "Kitagawa, don't tell anyone that I like cosplay."
I could clearly smell the masculine scent emanating from him.
Kitagawa's heart skipped a beat, and he nodded hastily without thinking.
However, after realizing what was happening, he immediately started shaking his head.
She tilted her widow's peak chin up, her red lips parting slightly as she spoke.
"Huh? Why? What's there to be embarrassed about about your hobbies? I don't like it when you do that, Shiki-kun."
"Sometimes it's better to be more frank."
Shirakawa extended his palm and pressed it against her smooth, soft cheek.
He couldn't help but move slightly, his hand brushing against her smooth skin.
A faint smile played at the corners of his lips: "For example, if I had to find a reason... 970..."
"Then Haimeng, since I can make clothes for you, cosplay clothes, does that count?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Kitagawa's pretty face froze, and she quickly moved her hand away.
His face, though beaming with joy, couldn't help but betray a hint of surprise and uncertainty.
"Really? Is it true?"
"But can you sew clothes? Shiki-kun, I have no idea you can sew clothes at all. You're not lying to me, are you?"
Shirakawa leaned back in his chair a short distance.
He unconsciously stroked his chin and said.
“I certainly wouldn’t have been able to do it before, but that doesn’t mean I can’t now.”
That concludes my discussion.