"What are you doing?"

Kaori Iwai looked at Kitahara Nanfeng who had begun to do some psychedelic operations on his own and pursed his lips.

Without the cover of her glasses, she would look like a frightened deer. Although she had not escaped, she was a little timid and looked like she was about to jump away at any time.

Beiyuan Nanfeng pushed his glasses: "Let you see if I feel like a beast in a dress."

Kaori Iwai glanced at Nanfeng Kitahara deeply, then stretched out his snow-white hand: "Glasses back to me."

Beiyuan Nanfeng smiled and asked again: "No?"

Kaori Iwai said bluntly: "It's the same whether you wear it or not, it won't affect my perception of you... It's always bad."

“…It’s really too much.”

Beiyuan Nanfeng complained, then slowly took off his eyes and took a step forward.

Kaori Iwai did not stand there stupidly this time.

She took a step back.

He looked at Beiyuan Nanfeng with a cautious look on his face.

"Don't move, I'll put it back for you."

Beiyuan Nanfeng held up his glasses, approached a step forward, and then stepped into the Qingyin part.

Kaori Iwai's body stumbled,

The bright and moist eyes looked straight at the north and south wind.

It seemed as if I wanted to use my momentum to scare away the north wind in the north.

But she has no momentum.

Beiyuan Nanfeng successfully returned the glasses frame to her small nose bridge.

"Well, wearing glasses is also suitable."

Beiyuan Nanfeng slowly withdrew his hand, and during this period, his fingers inevitably touched her smooth and delicate face.

The north and south wind didn't feel anything.

Just looking at her, I exclaimed politely.

But Kaori Iwai turned his head gently as if he was scratched by a knife.

The face is like peach blossoms.

White and red.

"Shy senior sister."

Beiyuan Nanfeng teased and then smiled, "In addition, Senior Sister Xie did not shout out the grace of not killing her."

"..." Kaori Iwai ignored him, just moved his beautiful eyes and glanced at him from the corner of his eyes.

An inadvertent slant under the glasses.

Full of murderous aura.

Have a feeling.

Contempt from literary girls.

Of course...the above is purely for the North Yuan Nanfeng brain-replenishment.

After glanced at him, Kaori Iwai said nothing, and turned around and returned to the other side of the table. Her pair of slender and well-proportioned legs were very pleasing to the eye.

Beiyuan Nanfeng followed her in and brought the door.

Then it's the same as before.

She sat at the table reading a book.

Beiyuan Nanfeng sat on the other side and browsed his phone boredly.

However, it was probably because Beiyuan Nanfeng’s actions were indeed a bit strange just now.

Kaori Iwai, who was sitting in a well-behaved position, lowered her head, but she couldn't calm down no matter what.

As I looked at the words on the book, they suddenly became blurred.

She pursed her rosy lips and moved her round legs that were huddled under the chair legs. After hesitating for a while, she couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "What happened to Miyata Yui?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng was stunned for a moment, and then said with a funny look: "I took your eyes once, are you so curious?"

"It is an innate instinct for human beings to have a desire for knowledge and feel interested in it, and to develop curiosity."

Kaori Iwai raised her head and subconsciously wanted to push the glasses on the bridge of her small nose, but looking at Kitahara Nanfeng's face, for some reason, she reached halfway through her hand and suddenly shrank.

Beiyuan Nanfeng said expressionlessly: "Please don't say something serious in a plain tone next time. Don't underestimate the degree of empty minds of adolescent boys, you won't understand it."

Kaori Iwai: "..."

"But you have good luck, I can understand."

A smile appeared on Kitahara Nanfeng's face. After putting down his phone and stretching, he continued: "Actually, it's nothing big. Yui Miyata just had a little conflict with her father. The next plot...to compare it, the father wanted to force his daughter to marry, but his daughter disagreed, and then I went to solve it. Now the matter has been solved, although I don't know if it is perfect, it has been solved."

Kaori Iwai glanced at Kitahara Nanfeng deeply: "…Miyata Yui told me that her father had passed away."

“That’s why I say analogy.”

Beiyuan Nanfeng leaned against the back of the chair, looked at the sunlight shining into the room from the window, and whispered: "It's complicated to pass through. I just asked you to see if I look like a beast in a dress is a sequelae... But these are all trivial matters, and it's enough to solve the problem. I'm only seventeen years old, so it's not too much to be sentimental, right?"

Kaori Iwai looked at Kitahara's handsome side face and did not continue to speak.

Because her sixth sense once again issued a warning.

If you ask again.

She was about to step into a strange world, a world that might be exciting but very unfriendly.

So she didn't dare to continue asking.

Kitahara Nanfeng guessed Kaori Iwai's mood, and did not continue the topic just now. His eyes slowly moved away from the sun and looked at the place where the drums were placed.

"I suddenly thought of a song that is suitable for you to sing, Senior Sister Iwai."

Kaori Iwai immediately lowered his head, hid his slender legs wrapped in black silk pantyhose back under the chair, and read the book.

"Try to listen first, don't refuse in such a hurry."

"I refuse."

Although Kaori Iwai's eyes were still on the book, he could feel the gaze of the south wind of the Northland.

"I threw the guitar on someone else's face in public that day, and you asked me to sing, so I clearly told other classmates that I was ready for my guitar at any time?"

Kaori Iwai stared at the book, but didn't read a line of words: "Then don't do meaningless things anymore, such as embarrassingly going to the auditorium again."

"No, then my reputation will really disappear, and I will get up wherever I fall."

“…I refuse.”

"Then listen to see if it's OK?"

“…I don’t listen.”

"It's so cold-blooded."

“…”

Kaori Iwai doesn't speak.

But she still couldn't read the words on the book.

Because she found that Beiyuan Nanfeng suddenly stood up and walked towards the place where the drum set was placed.

Although she said she didn't listen, her attention was inevitably attracted.

Beiyuan Nanfeng picked up the spare guitar and tinkered for a while.

It probably was because I was not used to it, and it took a long time.

Kaori Iwai gradually lost his patience and finally focused on the book.

But just as she turned a page.

The rapid accompaniment and the rustling sound of flipping through books almost at the same time.

Kaori Iwai paused and looked up slightly.

Beiyuan Nanfeng lowered his head, his right hand twitched, and was crazily destroying the strings.

"Sheng(かわ)いたHeart(か)け王(ぬ)ける【Run and chase with desire】"

ごあこねHe(なに)もできなくて【Sorry, what I can’t do for you】”

"The pain (いた)みををpart (わ)かちち combined (め)うことさえ【I want to share your pain】"

“…”

The singing sounded.

Kaori Iwai looked at the song, although it sounded nice, but the singing made the singing look hideous and ferocious, and then slowly put down the book in front of him.

She stretched out her white fingers and gently pushed her glasses on the bridge of her small nose.

A slight imperceptible and brief curvature suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!