Chapter 214 It can’t even be called a washboard

After hearing this, Asai was silent for a moment and understood that it meant "I believe you can handle it."

But with a comprehension level of 8, she can't just explain it away with a simple sentence.

"What else?" she asked.

This time Natsume Naoki no longer hesitated. The moment he lowered his head, he had already thought of all the next words and things he might be asked.

"I also believe in Amamiya." Natsume Naoki looked at the sleeping rich woman and lowered his voice: "I believe in the friendship between me and her. As long as it is not too excessive, Mr. Amamiya will not

Whatever happens to us, it won't be a big deal."

"You...really think so?"

"I'm just saying what I'm thinking generously, telling people I trust." Natsume Naoki said with a smile: "Pure feelings are true, but sometimes you shouldn't be too subjective when thinking about things, especially when it comes to personal relationships.

Only by thinking about these things can we determine what can and cannot be done, and what can be forgiven. Of course, you have to be objective when thinking about things, and subjective when doing things. I will never push myself too far just because I am favored. That is not even called

A scumbag is called a scumbag."

"Just like I won't do anything to hurt you just because you are tolerant to me, Asai. I won't hurt Amamiya because of her affection for me and her fearlessness... It's just that things have already happened and worrying too much is just disturbing myself.

, looking at it objectively may be able to make a good decision at the next crossroads... So what did her family say?"

When expressing his thoughts, he is slow and gentle, as if everything is under his control. Even when he expresses his innermost thoughts, he has a faint smile on his face.

Asai looked at Natsume Naoki, smiled slightly after a long time, and said softly: "Welcome back."

"Welcome back?" Natsume Naoki tilted his head subconsciously, thinking for a while, and asked after thinking for a while: "We did know each other before, but for some reason I forgot... Why, I was like this before I lost my memory.

?"

Asai shook his head: "I am more mature and steady."

There is still a word left unsaid.

I like it even more.

When I was a child, I was the Naoki brother who was admired and secretly loved. Now I am Natsume Naoki who I can like openly.

The person is still the same person, but there are some more traces of time, and... the little follower has grown up, and has the courage to chase after him.

Then, probably thinking of some interesting metaphor, she couldn't help lowering her eyebrows and chuckled. When she raised her eyes to look at him again, she was more joking: "It's like the sharp edge has been tempered after being beaten by society. I used to be dissolute.

"

Immediately afterwards, he probably thought of the sentence "Yesterday's me and today's me jointly create tomorrow's me", which made Asai realize that maybe it was Naoki's brother who was once idle and miserable in the past ten years that turned him into a man.

Now that I have this kind of personality, I feel a little guilty again, my expression is not so natural, and I look like I am cold and lonely.

Natsume Naoki looked at her with her changeable emotions, and it was really a woman's heart that felt like a needle in her heart.

"Still can't you say it?"

Asai suppressed her emotions, her face regained its calmness, she nodded, her eyes did not dodge, her meaning was clear.

Aunt Natsume once warned her not to say anything unless he thought of it himself, as no one would know whether it was good or bad.

Just like cutting a butterfly's silk cocoon and it will not be able to fly, Natsume Naoki has to find the answer on his own.

Natsume Naoki was thoughtful.

I don’t know why, but this idea worked for me tonight.

In such a short period of time, he has thought of too many people and too many things, those moments that made him confused but he did not think much about them, and those things that he racked his brains to think about in vain.

for example……

Even Principal Waseda had to treat him well when he saw him, and Konma Amamiya was able to make reporters block the school entrance three times inside and three times outside.

The father of an elementary school girl who had a crush on each other at their own school.

The man who looked like an old fox saw him today and actually asked him if he had seen him somewhere before and thought he looked familiar.

At that time, I was busy running around avoiding reporters, but now that I think about it, there are loopholes everywhere.

"We can't talk about things between us, but we can always talk about Amamiya's family affairs, right?" Natsume Naoki asked with a smile, "If we don't talk about it, she should wake up."

"Ask if you need a car to pick you up. It's going to rain outside." Asai replied: "I pretended that it was your good senior sister who answered the phone and said that she went for a walk with you. I asked her to call you when she comes back.

A phone call."

Natsume Naoki raised his eyebrows at first. If I heard correctly, was he jealous of his senior? But then he nodded to indicate that he knew about it, and went downstairs with Asai.

He went back and pretended to lie down on the table and just woke up, shook his senior sister, then pretended to have a headache, said a few pretentious words, and then said: "I'll go up and see Amamiya."

When she returned to the bedroom, Amamiya Chizuru was already showing signs of waking up.

He turned on the desk lamp, finally adding some light to the room that was darkened by the heavy rain. He came to the bed and gently leaned down to look at Chizuru Amamiya, who was lying on her side with pillows on her head.

She curled up like a sleeping baby, making her already small figure seem to be shorter. She put her little fist to her mouth and pressed it against her lips.

"It looks pretty cute like this."

Natsume Naoki smiled and whispered.

At this moment, Amamiya Chizuru suddenly moved closer to him. Perhaps she felt uncomfortable with the bright light, so she subconsciously looked for something to block the light.

Natsume Naoki happened to be carrying a desk lamp and blocked a few beams of light for her.

So Amamiya Chizuru squirmed her head and came to his hand, stretched out her hand, and hugged his arm.

Natsume Naoki felt funny and patted her shoulder gently.

The gentle feeling was as if her mother in heaven was coaxing her to sleep. The strength was moderate, with a touch of warmth that could only be experienced in dreams.

Amamiya Chizuru slowly woke up and rubbed her sleepy eyes.

Are you dreaming?

I dreamed of my mother again.

After seeing clearly that it was Natsume Naoki, Amamiya Chizuru blushed and realized that she was holding his arm like a coquettish little girl.

But the little guy, who was convinced but not convinced, muttered: "Are you trying to molest me by coming so close?"

"You carried it yourself."

"That's what you said? Who saw it? No one can testify for you, so you are molesting!"

Amamiya Chizuru knew she was in the wrong, she pursed her lips and hummed a few words, then began to change the topic: "How long have I been asleep?"

Although she said so, she still held his hand in her elbow and had no intention of letting go.

"It didn't take too long." Natsume Naoki actually enjoyed the feeling of being held in the arms of a beautiful girl, but... there was no fat to the touch.

Amamiya Chizuru was very smart. She almost guessed what he meant by following his gaze into his arms.

So the little rich woman frowned and pretended to be embarrassed: "Are you scolding me as a washboard in your heart?"

However, Natsume Naoki smiled a little more teasingly, took his hand away first, took a half step back, and then said: "The washboard also has its ups and downs."

"..."
Chapter completed!