Chapter 415 And You Are My Happiness

"Today's things are done today, so as long as today continues to last, there will be more time. Isn't this what Kyousuke taught me?"

Sakura said in a low voice, but before Hojo Kyosuke could answer, she turned to ask:

"Why didn't you bring Miss Celty back?"

Hojo Kyosuke didn't say any nonsense about why I should bring Celty home, because lying in his arms was a girl who knew him very well, no matter what his bad qualities were.

"She thought it was rude to go to someone else's house in the middle of the night."

As soon as he heard his invitation, Celty shook the yellow cat helmet and flew out. Fortunately, the two girls who followed him all the way from Gunma to Tokyo were already so drunk that they couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north. Otherwise, they would have been so frightened that they would never go out at night again.

"Celty is still the same."

Sakura didn't know what she was thinking of, so she laughed to herself. The clear laughter was like pebbles thrown into the lake, and even the moonlight swayed with it.

It looked like ripples in a clear pool, but it turned out to be her smiling.

"If Miss Celty knew there were so many people at home, she would be so scared that she would turn into stone."

Sakura thought and laughed more and more heartily.

"Tomorrow, I'll call her tomorrow." She decided happily.

"Um."

Hojo Kyosuke had no objection. If he had invited him, Celty would have been embarrassed to refuse and come to the house even if he was reluctant and embarrassed. But it's different when it comes to Sakura. Although it's an unscrupulous trick, Celty can only complain a few words in a low voice, and then he will accept Sakura's prank as a matter of course.

She was always like this, always fond of playing pranks, some harmless, some upsetting. If the other person gets angry and swears never to talk to her again, then she will do her best to ask for forgiveness. If someone else had done the same prank to her, she would generously give them a chance to ask for her forgiveness.

If things go on like this, I will work tirelessly, enjoy it, and remember to eat but not fight.

As for why such a girl who should be disliked is favored by Mikiko Hojo who is surrounded by flowers, Naoka Ueno is regarded as her number one enemy, Naoko holds her arm when thinking about the future, and Miyamizu The miko at home was so angry that she wanted to hit someone, but she still had no choice but to persuade her, so...

This is a secret that only they know. Everyone smiles helplessly, saying that they will never forgive you next time!

Celty is just one of the countless victims. Asking Celty to show his hidden side when they first met was just the beginning of their bad relationship.

Before Hojo Kyosuke knew about it, the two spent countless happy times.

The Headless Horseman, who traveled across the ocean to come to Neon, left Neon for so many years largely because of her.

"How do you think without a head?" "Does the head and the body share the same head?" "Can I play rock, paper, scissors with the head?" "Will the memory of the body still exist after the head is recovered?" "If the head likes it What should I do if my body doesn’t like what I eat?” “If it’s called the Headless Horseman, then he doesn’t have a head, right?”…

Although Celty is already a serious "head lover", Yamauchi Sakura is obviously a step above her. Compared to herself, this girl with gleaming eyes is more like a headless horseman. The questions she asks can fill a book called "One Hundred Thousand Questions About the Head."

How terrible! If the traffic policeman had been mumbling these questions while chasing him, Celty felt that he would immediately wrap himself into a ball in black mist and escape completely.

So, Celty, who was supposed to be on guard in Tokyo waiting for the head to appear, embarked on a journey. She wants to find an answer for herself and Yamauchi Sakura: "Is there only one Headless Horseman?"

Regarding this question, she was very firm, "Of course there is only one." This was a matter of course, no need to think about it at all, just like common sense. But then Sakura raised another question: "Since you are a goblin who performs the work of the Shinigami, how can you complete the work just by riding a horse?"

Yes, even if Ireland is a small place, if you only rely on yourself as a headless horseman, even if Xiuda breaks his leg, he will not be able to take away so many souls.

So she wanted to find out if there were other people of the same kind, see if their heads were well on their heads, and ask them how they got along well with their own heads.

"You must study hard, otherwise you might get into trouble after you get your head back. It would be terrible to have your head run away from home!"

Celty was deeply touched by Sakura's words and wrote them down in his notebook.

It's a terrible thing to have your head run away from home. No one knows it better than her. She has suffered a lot. She was really fed up with this game of chasing each other. She had sworn countless times that she would treat her well if her head came back. She didn't know how upset she would be if her head, which she had finally recovered, ran away from home because of her own fault.

The simple Celty only felt that Yamauchi Sakura was really a wise and foolish philosopher, and had no intention of playing word games at all.

Of course, it could be that someone really isn't playing a word game. But she is just that kind of person, and every word she says is extremely serious.

"Of course, you can also take the opportunity to leave contact information with other people of the same kind. In case there are other people who want to run away from home, you can..."

How terrible! Yamauchi Sakura is really a terrible person, he actually has such evil thoughts, other people's heads and so on...

Celty shook her head desperately. This taboo thought was too exciting for her. One afternoon when Yamauchi Sakura invited her out for coffee, she quietly boarded a cruise ship bound for Scotland.

"Celty said he prepared a great gift for you." Hojo Kyosuke added.

Seeing that the person he likes is also liked by others, he feels endless joy in his heart.

The Headless Horseman girl, besides feeling it was rude to visit someone else's house in the middle of the night, also wanted to stay in the hotel and take care of the two drunken girls who had come all the way from Gunma. She was so kind.

"That's great. I don't know if Celty has found someone of the same kind." Sakura prayed in a low voice.

"I am her kind."

Hojo Kyosuke squeezed Sakura's hand. He was enough to be called a monster in every sense of the word. If we further investigate the essence, he is even a soul from another world. In fairy tale novels, he is an extraterrestrial demon who specially comes to plunder the unparalleled beautiful girls in the world.

"Then so do I!"

Sakura raised one leg, raised her little foot high, and spread her five round and cute toes. The pink nails turned white under the moonlight, and they were so cute.

Hojo Kyosuke straightened his arms and carefully touched the little foot. The five toes immediately curled up in fright, but immediately relaxed stubbornly, and in turn scratched Hojo Kyosuke's palm provocatively. But after being touched, it immediately shrank back, stretching and shrinking again.

And the girl who was lying on her back on her non-soft thighs had already burst into laughter, her delicate body trembling, and her cheeks flying.

Neither of them spoke. Sakura suppressed the urge to beg for mercy and just kept smiling. Hojo Kyousuke kept teasing that cute little foot like a cat catching a mouse.

"It's so itchy~Kyosuke~~" A cry-like moan came from Sakura's throat, which was a signal for her to admit defeat.

As if he was making a declaration of victory, Hojo Kyosuke took back the hand that had just played with the girl's feet and pinched Sakura's face unceremoniously, causing the latter to wrinkle her nose.

When Sakura changed her position, curled up into a ball on her side, and let out a breath of tired laughter, Hojo Kyosuke's hand originally held by Sakura stretched out along her quilt and held the hand. Her two little feet folded together brought her warmth, and then she began to softly tell what happened tonight.

The big fight in the dojo, the scenery on the Kan-etsu Expressway, how many uphills and how many downhills, what is the temperature of the wind, how the city lights change, the special products of the gas station, what songs are sung in the karaoke, Haruna The dangerous five hairpin bends in the mountain, the unfriendly local drag racing gang, the love-hate entanglement between Selti and the daughter of the traffic policeman...

One thing after another, Hojo Kyousuke did not perform artistic processing, what he said was not interesting, he just narrated it so plainly. Sakura in his arms listened carefully, and her breathing that was rapid due to the play just now was also slow. Calm down slowly.

Hojo Kyosuke talked about how Celty was still wearing a helmet in the izakaya and was questioned by Xingyue. He found that the laughter like silver bells did not ring in the air, and the breathing of the girl in his arms had become long and regular. .

Are you asleep?

He lowered his head and looked at Sakura's calm face.

His eyelashes trembled from time to time, and his eyes rolled restlessly. This guy was restless even in his sleep.

A smile appeared on Hojo Kyosuke's face, he pushed aside the messy hair from Sakura's forehead, lowered his head and wanted to kiss her.

But as soon as she lowered her head, her thin eyelids suddenly opened, and her big, smart eyes looked at Hojo Kyosuke. There was no trace of tiredness, only endless vitality, and Hojo Kyosuke's subconscious screen was staring at her. He held his breath, his mind captured by those eyes that seemed to be full of strange light.

Although she had always been the most beautiful girl in the world in Hojo Kyosuke's heart, he never expected that under such circumstances, those eyes would be so breathtakingly beautiful.

Unfortunately, such a beautiful scene did not last long. Yamauchi Sakura, who had never won the staring game before, couldn't help but blink his eyes. That pretty face instantly switched modes, from extremely quiet to lively.

"Hehe, Kyousuke has been deceived, right~~" She raised the corners of her mouth proudly.

"Yeah, I thought you were starting to dream."

Hojo Kyosuke nodded honestly. No matter which way you looked at it, in his world, Yamauchi Sakura had already fallen asleep.

"I worked hard for a long time to do it!" Sakura said proudly. When she was a child, she wanted to attack Kyosuke at night after he fell asleep and scare him. When she grew up...hehe, she also wanted to Night attack.

"How do I breathe after I fall asleep, how do my eyes move, how do I move my fingers... Apart from Kyousuke, I am the only one who knows in this world!"

Sakura became more and more proud, as if she knew better than Hojo Kyosuke how proud she was.

"And, let me tell you, it's not just about sleeping, but also..."

She was interrupted before she finished her words. Although the girl was not asleep, Hojo Kyosuke had no intention of interrupting what he had to do before.

With a clear purpose and determination, he kissed Sakura's smooth forehead.

The moonlight surrounding the two of them was indeed gentle, and the girl's smooth skin was still a little warm, without any coldness of the night.

When Hojo Kyosuke's lips left the beautiful forehead, Yamauchi Sakura pouted her lips and complained dissatisfiedly:

"So! Why not kiss here!"

She raised her hand and pointed her index finger at her small mouth that was pouted like a slide.

Looking at Sakura's snorting look, Hojo Kyosuke smiled with his lips pursed.

"Because I drank tonight."

"Hmph~~"

Sakura hummed twice, her nose moved, and she was about to turn her head away to sulk. Hojo Kyosuke was already thinking about how to comfort her.

But suddenly, Sakura's hands suddenly appeared from another dimension, and suddenly hugged Hojo Kyosuke's neck. I don't know if she pulled her body up, or bent down because of his body flexibility exaggerated by Mitsuha Miyamizu.

"But, I also want to know what Kyosuke ate."

Such a sentence flowed out from the lips of the two people.

Kyosuke Hojo's eyes suddenly widened, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold Sakura's waist, and gently held her in his arms.

A light kiss, looking at Kyosuke's surprised expression, Sakura smiled with curved eyebrows, and licked her lips with her pink little tongue.

"Hmm~~Beer, beef belly~"

"That's all I feel!?" Kyosuke Hojo shouted in disbelief. This is a kiss that has been brewing for more than ten years! No matter how you look at it, it's too bland!

Looking at Kyosuke like a child asking for candy, Sakura squinted her eyes, hugged his neck with her left hand, and retracted her right hand.

Her white index finger touched the corner of Kyosuke's mouth, and her fingertips slid along the lips that were not thick and occasionally seemed a little mean. The index finger, the middle finger, the ring finger... The small hand gently stroked the lips of Hojo Kyosuke, which were cold and icy, like a layer of gauze rubbing.

It was as if she wanted to further engrave these lips that were already familiar to the point that every wrinkle was clear in her heart.

Her bright yellow eyes like a cat did not move, but just stared at Hojo Kyosuke's eyes, without blinking.

In Hojo Kyosuke's eyes, Sakura's lips, which should have been pink like cherry blossoms, showed a warm and white color under the moonlight, as beautiful as Mount Fuji in the clouds.

"Kyosuke's lips are as magnificent as Mount Fuji." Sakura whispered softly, his eyes still looking at Hojo Kyosuke's face.

Hojo Kyosuke was not surprised that his thoughts were spoken. Sakura said this to him when he was a child. That’s when he realized that Mount Fuji could be used as an adjective.

The little hand was still stroking his lips gently. He didn’t mean to stick out his tongue to tease her, and he didn’t even have much lust.

The air between the two was as soft and natural as the moonlight, and as natural as the girl leaning against the door frame.

Sakura seemed to have finally confirmed that the lips were the lips of the person she liked, and her little hand once again hugged Hojo Kyosuke’s neck. The thin and soft lips slowly moved closer.

When the lips touched, the dreamlike voice flowed out again.

“My soul is attached to you, and the light emanating from you is the oxygen in my life.”

Hojo Kyosuke took a deep breath, as if he wanted to absorb Sakura’s soul into his body.

“And you are my happiness.”

He just held Sakura together, clumsily touching each other’s lips, as if this was enough to hear the love words spoken by the soul in that body.

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