“…”

The literary girl who was dressed coolly and had a concave figure, was pressing halfway on Miyata Yui raised her pink fist, but stopped in the air.

Her face turned red, and there was a hint of panic in her eyes.

When Miyata Yui was pressed on the tatami, she looked at her appearance and felt that there was a chance. After struggling for a while, she was ready to run away generously.

But at the critical moment, she moved and Kaori Iwai came to her senses.

The pink fist that was parked in mid-air also fell down.

With a bang.

"Woo..." Yui Miyata covered her head and cried out pain again, and her plan to run away was forced to put it aside.

"It's impossible to lie."

Kaori Iwai slowly let go of her, changed back to the sitting position, and glared at Yui Miyata.

Yui Miyata got up and rubbed her head, feeling a little aggrieved.

"Don't make such jokes in the future."

Kaori Iwai took a deep breath, calmed down slowly, and then said, "Don't you like her? Are you a fool even saying that kind of thing?"

Yui Miyata didn't dare to continue saying that she was afraid of getting beaten again, so she dared to move to her.

Kaori Iwai didn't respond.

Yui Miyata moved to Kaori Iwai again, and then while he was unprepared, he hugged her who was sitting and acted coquettishly.

"You are not a human being... You finally came to see you, but you still hit me."

"Wait... don't hold it too tight."

Kaori Iwai pushed Miyata Yui before pushing her back.

But Yui Miyata didn't let go when she died, but instead hugged her tighter and tighter.

"So stuffy, let go." Kaori Iwai was a little messy, and he struggled to maintain his sitting position, resisting the pressure in front of Miyata Yui. He found that the pressure on his chest was getting bigger and bigger, and finally couldn't help but increase the volume.

"Don't let it go, you beat me up."

Yui Miyata shook her head.

"Yui!"

"Unless you promise to help me...not sleep together, please help me to restrain Mio."

"I forgot my friend when I see the beauty." Kaori Iwai pursed her lips and glared at her.

"No." Yui Miyata retorted seriously.

“…”

"Xuan."

"I got it, let me go."

Kaori Iwai tried a little hard and finally pushed Miyata Yui away...

Yui Miyata fell backwards, then quickly got up, spread her white calves, and supported the floor under the hem of her skirt with both hands, looking at Kaori Iwai.

He looks well-behaved.

If you get a cheaper one, you have to behave well.

Yui Chan still understands this truth.

"…Are you a fool?"

Kaori Iwai pulled the cool sleeveless T-shirt on his body, then looked at Yui Chan's proud breasts, with a strange expression.

"Xun, you have such a good figure."

Yui Miyata looked at Kaori Iwai, who was sitting in a straight position and looked particularly delicate and orderly, and the evil one complained first.

"you!"

Kaori Iwai couldn't hold it anymore, and finally showed her girlish side. She was a little angry and raised her hand to hit her.

"Oh hey."

Yui Miyata took Kaori Iwai's arm, pulled it down forcibly, then leaned over, opened her red lips and whispered:

"You must help me, you promised me."

Kaori Iwai stared at her: "It's obvious that she just forgets her friends..."

"I'm not lustful." Miyata Yui tilted her head.

"That's to forget your friends when you see the North Yuan Nanfeng."

Yui Miyata whispered: "But he is also your friend."

“…”

Kaori Iwai was silent and said nothing to refute for the first time.

...

It was a little more troubled.

He said some secret words about girls' boudoir... In fact, it was Miyata Yui's troubles and Kaori Iwai dealt with.

It was not until he waited outside for a long time that Yui Miyata came out. Ichiro Saito, who thought something had happened, ran over. Yui Miyata reluctantly said goodbye to Kaori Iwai, and made an appointment to leave Kaori Iwai's house two days later.

Kaori Iwai sent Yui Miyata and Ichiro Saito without saying anything. Since Ichiro Saito came, she has returned to her usual appearance, mostly when she was taciturn.

Wait for Ichiro Saito to take Yui Miyata out.

Close the door gently.

Kaori Iwai leaned against the door, looked up at the ceiling, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She stood in the entrance for a while, finally came to her senses, straightened her waist and prepared to clean up the cups and drinks in the living room.

But at this moment.

Dongdong.

The door was knocked again.

Kaori Iwai was stunned, thinking that Yui Miyata had run back again, so he took a step forward to prepare to open the door.

But as soon as he put his hand on the door handle, Kaori Iwai reacted, with a look of alertness on his face, and asked in a low voice: "Who?"

“…it’s me.”

A familiar voice came from outside the door.

Kaori Iwai was stunned again, then his face became cold and replied, "Should you wait a moment."

After saying that.

She ran into the room, put on a coat, then returned to the entrance and opened the door.

Outside the door.

Standing was her father, the tired-looking uncle of the social animal - Yutaro Iwai.

The uncle of the social animal looked at his daughter wearing a coat in a hot day inside the door and smiled bitterly: "Are you so wary of me?"

"Who knows if it's a pervert?" Kaori Iwai pushed the glasses on the bridge of his small nose and replied expressionlessly.

"All right."

The uncle from the social animal shook his head, then looked around and stepped into the door.

After Kaori Iwai replied, he turned around and left and went back to the living room.

The uncle from the social animal changed his shoes, closed the door carefully, and came to the living room, and saw two cups on the low table at a glance.

He was slightly stunned and asked, "Are you a guest?"

"Miyata Yui."

"oh."

The uncle from the social animal nodded, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and sat on the tatami like a limp.

Kaori Iwai packed up his cup, looked at his father who looked like a greasy middle-aged man who was crushed by work, turned around and left, and headed to the kitchen.

In a while.

She brought out a pretty sumptuous meal.

"Wash the dishes yourself after eating."

Kaori Iwai put the bowls, chopsticks and food on the low table, left a sentence expressionlessly, and walked to the corner to pick up a book to sit down.

This is the way two fathers and daughters get along.

Both of them are actually used to it.
To be continued...