"You said I've already eaten one?" Asai turned to look at Meitu: "Did you see it?"

"Meow!" Mei nodded.

Of course it saw it. Asai came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. While drying his hair, he suddenly thought of something. He rummaged through the cabinets and found two fruit candies in the drawer.

Two cherry flavors.

Then in the girl's confused gaze, a hint of willfulness and tenderness flashed in Asai's eyes. With a faint smile, he slowly peeled off the candy and held it in his mouth until the candy completely melted on the tip of his tongue.

It falls off and moisturizes every inch of skin around the lips with sweetness.

That's why she didn't brush her teeth.

"Tell me, do people's memories have a flavor?"

Asai talked to himself, as if he was asking his sister or himself.

She slowly curled up her legs on the sofa, then hugged her knees with her hands, hugging herself tightly.

If I had received such a warm embrace just now, would I have rejected it?

I don’t know, this question is as outrageous as whether human memory has a taste.

Meitu didn't know what was causing her to ask such an outrageous question... Why does memory have a smell?

The memory of dried fish is delicious, I know this... and the rusty smell of the cage.

The outrageous question naturally has no answer. The girl rolled her eyes and thought, how do I know about you?

Asai looked at the last cherry hard candy in his hand, slowly and carefully opened it again, pinched the pink candy cane and put it into his mouth, letting the sweetness of the cherry spread in his mouth.

"Don't tell him about this." Asai sat on the sofa and looked at the ceiling, and suddenly said to her sister.

"Meow?"

What's up?

"I ate candy after taking a shower." Asai replied.

Meizhu didn't understand. Asai looked at it and said softly: "If he knew it, he would really never forget it."

Now I don’t even understand what these complicated human beings think.

Especially women.

No wonder male humans develop the tendency to furry. It turns out that they are all forced by women like you who are in a fog all day long.

It's better to be an animal. Simple and simple thoughts will never be difficult for males, and some are just driven by the purest desires.

After brushing his teeth, Asai returned to Natsume Naoki's bedroom again. Natsume Naoki seemed to have fallen asleep with his back to the door.

But based on Asai's understanding of him, he just doesn't know how to face it now.

He gently took off his slippers and got into bed again, but this time Asai kept a vague distance from Natsume Naoki.

The cold wind came in through the gaps in the quilt and filled the gap between the two, but this did not make Natsume Naoki feel better. Instead, the biting cold wind felt like a ray on his back, making him very uncomfortable.

He imagined that Asai might be picked up from behind. No matter what, he should curl up close behind him just like the last time he shared the bed. He could feel the even heat of her breath on the back of his neck.

.

But no, nothing happened.

It seems that all the things they have experienced together during this period, even the dreamy kiss tonight, have not only failed to make the relationship between the two people get closer, but have actually further alienated them.

"What on earth was...just now?" Natsume Naoki asked tentatively.

If Asai answered any question expressing her willingness, and she was willing to take a step towards him, Natsume Naoki decided to risk it all and turned around to hug her.

Scumbag or whatever, think about it tomorrow!

But Asai Mao just said something calmly and gently.

"Good night."

After a dreamless night, Natsume Naoki's sleep was much more comfortable than the last time she slept in the same bed.

But that was only physical comfort. If he had to choose again, he would rather keep half of his body numb by staying in the sleeping position. It would be much better than this.

When I woke up in the morning, there was no Asai next to me, but the quilt was still warm.

I can’t remember how I managed to sleep yesterday, but looking at the position I woke up in, Natsume Naoki turned over and sat up to compare... Perhaps he and Asai were not that far apart last night...

"This is the position I woke up in." He lay back on the bed and used the memory after waking up to restore the position he slept in most of the night.

While simulating, he also had to guess what Asai's posture would be.

It's really difficult for his brain to do two things at once.

"I'm lying like this, then Asai's hand should be here... No, no, it's my hand here, then the back of my hand should be next to..."

When Natsume Naoki thought that she had actually done something in her sleep that she didn't dare to do when she was awake, her face instantly turned red and she quickly shook her head: "It's not right, it's definitely not right... How could it be like this? She doesn't know how to face it.

She even allowed me to squeeze into her arms, after all, her attitude before going to bed last night..."

"What's wrong with my attitude?"

A soft word without much emotion sounded at the door, interrupting Natsume Naoki's thoughts and making his body freeze for a moment.

The sound sounded to my ears like the coldness coming from an ice cave.

The last thing people can accept is that they are still alive but already socially dead.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at the door: "Qian, Qian, Qianjing!"

Asai wore an apron and held a spatula in his hand, looking at him like a fool.

"When did you come?" Natsume Naoki asked cautiously, feeling a little guilty and still holding on to a sense of luck.

"When you stretch and sit up like a sudden illness, and then lie down again and try to twist yourself into a twist... come down and wash up! Eat!"

The tone of the last half of the sentence was much higher and colder.

It's bad, I'm really angry.

Natsume Naoki only felt that this was no longer a matter of social death.

Asai turned around and walked out, picked up the slipped shoulder strap with his little finger, and put it back on his shoulder.

In fact, she was not angry because after falling asleep last night, he wanted to stretch his hands from Hokkaido to Okinawa.

Instead, she had been busy all morning cooking and waiting for him to eat, but he was struggling with this in bed?!

You've done it all!

"Really...why weren't you so timid when you started doing it? Then you started to get scared after touching it all?"

Asai frowned and sighed softly, beginning to wonder if he was just faking his dishonest sleeping appearance after going to bed last night.

Ever since she understood what the fourth fragment was, she understood why Natsume Naoki was honest, but the recent things he did that were not so honest as a man gave her enough reason to suspect that this was also caused by the fragment.

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"Whose body does the last fragment belong to?"

Asai murmured to himself.
Chapter completed!