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"I'm here," said Wakaba Mutsumi, sounding somewhat aggrieved, "but the windows aren't open."
Is it really because of such a simple and unadorned reason?
"I'm so sorry, I completely forgot about that. So you just left after that?" Koshimura Sawa quickly apologized. "No wonder I didn't see you when I came back."
“I waited outside for three hours, but you still didn’t come back,” Wakaba Mutsu continued.
"After I got back... it was already bedtime, and the housekeeper took my phone away. It wasn't that I intentionally didn't want to reply to your messages..."
Damn it, I deserve to die!
At this moment, all Yuecunze wanted to do was travel back in time and give the impulsive self who opened a simulated void yesterday a copper wire. Why did you have to join in the fun?
Now things are really messed up. Not only have we gotten ourselves into trouble, but we've also stood Xiao Mu up.
Caring for empty nesters is everyone's responsibility; let's start with ourselves.
[A. "Actually, I don't have that much free time to play house with you, so please don't come anymore."]
【B. "I'm sorry, Wakaba-san, please punish me by stomping on me hard!"】
[C. "It wasn't Xiaomu's fault, because I was doing something shady with Lixi back then."]
Is this a life-or-death question? That's interesting.
Fine, if I don't go to hell, who will?
I'll endure the hardship for Xiao Mu, and I'll bear the blame!
As Wakaba Mutsumi watched as Koshimura Sawa suddenly clasped his hands together, bowed deeply to her, and said in a sorrowful tone:
"I'm sorry, Wakaba-san. Please punish me for my mistake by stomping on me hard!"
Where is the punishment?
Ruo Yemu tilted her head in slight confusion.
"Stepped on...you?" she repeated softly, bewildered. "Why?"
"Please, if you don't give me a good beating, I'll feel so guilty I'll die. Please give me this chance to apologize!"
Ruoye Mu hesitated for a moment, but looking into his sincere eyes, she finally nodded gently.
She bent down and silently took off her pair of brown leather shoes.
This is no longer needed (referring to the shoes).
Since she rushed over as soon as she got home from school, Ruoye Mutsu didn't change into comfortable home clothes like she did the day before yesterday; she was still wearing Tsukimori's spring uniform.
After the brown leather shoes were taken off, a pair of small feet were revealed, encased in clean black calf socks, with slender and delicate contours.
The girl's delicate, rounded toes were wrapped in taut black nylon fibers, and she shrank back slightly shyly because of his gaze, just like a 3-yuan Chocola. Although you probably eat this thing for the chocolate inside, you still have to savor the crispy chocolate shell and the cream filling inside.
It's definitely real at first glance, identified as an extra-large cup.
Rationally speaking, if Ye Mu, as the young lady of the Moon Forest and a magic-based professional, doesn't need to engage in strenuous physical activities on a daily basis and operates at extremely low power consumption, she would naturally sweat very little. Her feet would certainly not have any unpleasant odor, only a faint cucumber scent.
Therefore, I am not a porridge friend.
The more you aim, the darker it gets—that's a valid description.
"Um...where should I step?" Wakaba Mutsu asked, somewhat at a loss, as she held her little leather shoes in her hand.
Koshimura Sawa subconsciously looked down—
[This isn't a friendly request! She's only 15! This is a crime!]
What are you thinking about? I'm looking at my belly.
Although it feels better underfoot, stepping directly on the stomach still doesn't seem quite right...
Have it.
With a determined look in his face, Koshimura walked straight up to Wakaba Mutsu and then—lay face down.
"Come on, don't pity me just because I'm a delicate flower!"
Wakaba Mutsu hesitated as she looked at Koshimura Sawa lying on the ground, then looked at her own feet.
Finally, she carefully lifted one foot and gently stepped on Koshimura's back.
If Ye Xiaochuan steps on his back.
"Is...that so?" she asked uncertainly, fidgeting with her toes.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes," Koshimura nodded quickly. "Could you move it down a little bit more? I feel the guilt there is particularly deep, and it needs special attention..."
[byd, I knew you had ulterior motives all along]
“...Hmm.” Wakaba Mutsu nodded, then moved her foot down a small distance.
【Wait, how was it adjusted?】
“Yes, yes, right there, you can push a little harder…” Koshimura’s voice even sounded a little smug, “But this feels like it’s not eliminating the guilt fast enough, how about putting the other foot up too…”
Not far away, Xiao Hei, who was lying on the ground, suddenly stopped, extended a tentacle, and slapped it on its head speechlessly.
He then turned around, rolled up the cucumber that was only half left, and resolutely moved his body away from the area where Yuecunze was.
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Not long after.
"I'm so tired... Can we stop now?" Wakaba Mutsumi's voice trembled slightly.
It was clear that maintaining this posture for so long was not easy for her physical condition.
"No, Wakaba-kun," Koshimura Sawa said, lying on the ground, his voice muffled. "I feel like I haven't completely shaken off the overwhelming guilt I feel. Why don't you try to hold on a little longer?"
I really like what Hachiman Kairin said to Wakaba Mutsumi in episode 7 of "Sylla Doll": Please try your best with your own feet.
"Ugh..." Ruoye Mu let out a soft whimper, only able to control her already aching legs and continue to work hard on his back.
Although she was clearly running out of strength and her delicate feet were beginning to tremble, the girl was still carefully controlling her strength and trying her best to satisfy his strange request.
Wow, this is awesome! Is this the value of starting ballet training from a young age?
Blessed...
Koshimura felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and a strange sense of peace welled up in his heart. He was so comfortable that he was about to fall asleep, so he simply closed his eyes.
"Ze-jun? Are you home? The supermarket had a sale today, and I think I accidentally bought a little too much groceries, so I was thinking—"
Nagasaki Motoyo, carrying a full white plastic bag with a happy smile on her face, entered the password and pushed open the door.
Seeing that Wakaba Mutsu was sitting on the sofa with her feet on the back of Koshimura Sawa, who was lying on the ground and looking very comfortable.
"Ugh?"
The smile on her face froze instantly, and the plastic bag in her hand fell to the ground with a "thud," scattering some of the ingredients it contained.
Upon hearing the sound, Koshimura Sawa opened his eyes and looked towards the doorway, where he met Nagasaki Motoyo's shocked gaze.
The drowsiness in my mind vanished instantly.
"Wait, Su Shi, let me explain first—"
“Okay.” Nagasaki Motoyo bent down, picked up the bag, walked in, and said expressionlessly.
“Great, I knew you were the most understanding… I mean, empathetic—wait, why are you closing the door?”
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"I see... that's how you met." Nagasaki Motoyo's signature, flawless smile returned to her face.
"Although you already know about Xiaoxiang's situation... everyone really neglected your feelings, Xiaomu. I'm sorry, Xiaomu, for leaving you all alone for so long." She reached out and gently hugged Ruoye Mu, who was sitting next to her, her voice soft. "It's not Xiaomu's fault."
"Soyo... is she being hunted down too?" Wakaba Mutsu asked softly as she was held in her arms.
"Huh?" Nagasaki Motoyo paused, puzzled, and said, "No, Mutsu, why do you say that?"
"Then why don't you talk to me or reply to my messages?" Ruoye Mu said calmly.
A sharp sword, sharp eyes!
Wow, this Fiora got her fourth ultimate so fast!
Can this be played without cutting?
Although he couldn't see her expression, Wakaba Mutsu could clearly feel Nagasaki Motoyo's body stiffen in his arms, looking somewhat at a loss.
Just then, she heard Koshimura Sawa cough forcefully twice beside her.
Ruo Ye Mu looked up at him and saw that he had pulled out a notebook and a ballpoint pen from somewhere, quickly wrote a few words on it, and turned the notebook to face her.
Don't be afraid of Fiora, I, Blade of the Ruined King, am here to help you in the top lane!
I know Su Shi must have her own reasons, so I didn't blame you for it.
“I know Su Shi must have her own reasons.” Ruo Ye Mu immediately realized what was going on and read it out word by word without any emotion. “So… I don’t blame you for this.”
What incredible human-machine interaction!
Nagasaki Motoyo blinked, somewhat surprised.
Koshimura Sawa quickly lowered his head and began writing furiously, revealing his notebook:
[I've been worried about you the whole time you were gone. I know Su Shi must have been worried about me and everyone else too, because you always put the adventurers first.]
"I've been worried about you these past few days while you were gone. I know Su Shi must have been worried about me and everyone else too, because you always put the adventurers first."
Can we remain friends for life?
Can we still be friends...forever?
"Of course!" Nagasaki Motoyo couldn't help but hug her tighter, her voice choked with emotion. "I didn't expect you to say that, Mutsu... It doesn't sound like something Mutsu would say."
“However…” She released Wakaba Mutsu, gently wiped away the tears welling up in her eyes with her fingers, and smiled from the bottom of her heart, “I’m really happy that you would say that. Thank you, Mutsu.”
When Wakaba Mutsu looked at her happy smile, he was momentarily stunned.
Nagasaki Motoyo was looking at her, while she glanced at Koshimura out of the corner of her eye.
Koshimura...you're amazing.
If it were me, as soon as I opened my mouth... I would always make things worse.
But... with Koshimura around, it seems like there's nothing to be afraid of.
“Oh, right—” Nagasaki Motoyo seemed to suddenly remember something, “So… why were you doing… that kind of thing when I came in just now?”
Koshimura Sawa quickly tried to explain, "Ah, it's because—"
“It was Koshimura who requested it,” Wakaba Mutsumi replied.
Koshimura took a deep breath, closed his eyes in despair, lowered his head helplessly, and supported his forehead with his hand.
"Koshi-mura-kun—" Nagasaki Motoyo looked at him with a helpless yet slightly reproachful gaze, deliberately drawing out her words, "You can't bully Mutsu, okay? That's not right."
No! Who's bullying whom here?!
"Yes, yes, I was wrong, I will never do it again..." Yuecun Ze quickly raised his hands and surrendered decisively.
The jungler ganked top but ended up giving the enemy a double kill, ruining their own game.
Really...
Nagasaki Motoyo looked at him, her hands clasped together, her fingers gently stroking her pink and white nails.
Ze-kun...do you like feet?
This kind of thing... you could have just come to me directly.
Anyway... I won't refuse you...
She glanced furtively downwards at her feet on the floor.
Although she was wearing the same style of black calf socks, her toes were noticeably longer than Wakaba Mutsu's, and the beautiful curve of her arches was displayed even more fully.
If you remove it, you can see the faint bluish veins on the instep, which make the skin appear even whiter and softer in comparison to the surrounding area.
It's like the most classic little pudding, the highest mountain and the longest river in the ice cream world.
If you want to eat ice cream but don't know what to choose, this is the perfect choice.
Nagasaki Motoyo blinked.
Speaking of which... although we had PE class in Tsuki no Mori today and did a little exercise,... I hope there's no unpleasant smell, right?