A simple sandwich, Yukino Riho enjoyed it very much.
There is a potted geranium next to the window, and leisurely, warm dim light shines in from the window.
Eating breakfast is a happy and healthy time. From time to time, Yukino Riho will hold her chest-length black hair with one hand and lean forward to tease Yuki-onna on the bed.
Fujiwara Izaya's sight could always accurately capture the gently swollen plump breasts under her blue summer sweater... A thin blue jacket and black skirt and stockings, isn't this the match in the snow girl's book?
I really want to relive it again!
It is still raining outside the window, but the clouds on the dome are very thin, as if you can see the blue sky at any time.
In the leisurely morning, the world remains as it always was.
"Hey, Fujiwara..."
Yukino Riho suddenly stretched out her hand.
With her white and small palms, Fujiwara Izaya was stunned for a moment, biting a strawberry and looking at her face.
"Give me something to eat." Yukino Riho said.
The snow girl nodded desperately beside her.
Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but laugh. He replaced Yukino's rations from the system and handed it to Yukino Riho. By the way, he said, "Don't feed her too much, otherwise she will become lazy."
"……abnormal!"
Yukino Riho turned into a popsicle and pulled Yuki Onna away...
Fujiwara Izaya smiled angrily, then assumed a calm posture, and looked at the two snow girls next to him while eating some fruit.
Xuebao sat on her knees in front of Yukino Riho, licking the popsicle like a kitten licking milk. Whenever she leaned forward, her beautiful face hid in her long snow-white hair. And Yukino Riho, who was feeding her, had the corners of her mouth
From beginning to end, there was a faint smile like a spring dusk.
From the appearance, Yukino Riho is not a very fashionable woman, nor does she wear eye-catching makeup. However, thanks to her good conditions, her face has soft lines, and her eyebrows are also quite delicate. Her skin color is amazingly white, and she is slightly
The open neckline reveals the snow-white skin, which is fully worthy of the name of Snow Girl.
After spending time together, we can also find that her words and deeds are a bit reserved.
Yuki-onna herself is a monster without emotions. She is certainly not the enthusiastic and proactive type. Even if she has all kinds of thoughts, she will quietly hide them deep in her heart.
While Yukino Riho was happily feeding Olaf, Fujiwara Izaya kept looking at her slender back and slender black hair.
At this time, he was a little confused and didn't know whether he should have good intentions towards her. She had a beautiful appearance, a temperament that was not inferior to Mrs. Hoshimi's, and her mind was adorable. Fujiwara Izaya, who was determined to surpass his old father, felt that he had no reason.
He doesn't have good intentions towards her. Besides...even if it's not for himself, but for Xuebao, he has no reason to let Miss Xueno slip away.
But the problem is.
How to impress the snow girl?
He was not sure about this at all, after all, there had been no case of a snow girl falling in love with a human being in thousands of years.
After thinking about it, Fujiwara Izaya felt that this matter had to start with Xuebao.
"Ms. Xueno, I have a question." He suddenly said.
Yukino Riho said "Huh?" slightly and turned to look at him.
The snow girl almost synchronized her movements, looking at her master with the same expression and the same posture.
Looking at the two crystal-clear faces together, it was like two of the purest hearts facing him, and Fujiwara Izaya's heart skipped a beat.
ah!
I am dead!
This wonderful feeling of happiness permeates the heart, just like the lake water unknowingly overflowing the dam during the rainy season.
"What's wrong?" Yukino Riho asked puzzledly.
"Oh, that's it." Fujiwara Izaya came back to his senses and showed the same smile as usual. After looking at her for a while, he slightly rubbed his forehead and said, "Have you encountered any trouble these days?
Already?"
"Huh?" Yukino Riho shook her head in confusion.
Fujiwara Izaya leaned against the wall, considered for a few seconds, and asked in a soft voice: "It's just, um... Miss Yukino is so beautiful, it's inevitable that people will like her, but... has anyone expressed this to you?"
?”
"Oh, this..." Yukino Riho noticed his expression, lowered her head and smiled, "No."
She didn't want to say those things.
First, she felt that it was inappropriate to talk about those things to Fujiwara Izaya, and second, although she was a little troubled, she also thought that her slap had made her expression clear enough, and there should be no trouble in the future.
In the dim light, Fujiwara Izaya fell silent for a moment.
"Huh?" The snow girl's doubtful gaze turned back and forth between the master and Miss Yukino. Her long silver-white hair swayed behind her back, pulling it into a snow-white blurred shadow.
After a long time, Yukino Riho realized something and looked up.
His distant, clear black eyes looked at Fujiwara Izaya, and his lips looked thin and cold.
"Have you heard anything, Fujiwara-kun?" she asked uneasily.
"Ah, yes." Fujiwara Izaya nodded and sighed slightly, "Stupid woman, I told you that someone has been secretly protecting you, how could you not know."
"oh……"
The sound is as thin as a mosquito.
Under the clothes, his chest was rising and falling slightly.
Yukino Riho held the corner of her clothes with her fingers and bit her lip as if she was at a loss.
"That thing about Takenaka Akihi..." Fujiwara Izaya said halfway and scratched his hair.
The rainy courtyard blew the wind with moisture into the window. After a moment of silence, Yukino Riho's cheeks turned red. Although she was a little shy, she still spoke with difficulty: "Fujiwara-kun...how could it be,
Uh, I asked this suddenly..."
"Well, that's what the crow told me." Fujiwara Izaya pointed at the dark crow standing guard in the distance and expressed clearly: "I don't trust that guy, so I want to get to know you so that I can prepare for it.
Strategy."
"I...I have nothing to do with him! Fujiwara-kun, uh, I..."
Her voice was very impatient.
Fujiwara Izaya turned to look at her. In the faint morning light, Yukino Riho had an expression of indignation as if she had been wronged. She wanted to explain, but due to a lack of vocabulary, she couldn't grasp the key points. She looked very embarrassed.
I stared at it for a long while.
Yukino Riho frowned, looking like she was about to cry because of her grievance. But before Fujiwara Izaya could ask a question, she took a deep breath, looked seriously and firmly, and spoke word by word.
"I have nothing to do with that Takenaka Akihi—"
"I know." Fujiwara Izaya nodded with conviction.
But after thinking about it carefully, he pondered and asked: "What is the relationship?"
"..." Yukino Riho was stunned by this question for a moment, her face changed a few times, she couldn't help puffing out her cheeks, and glared at Fujiwara Izaya fiercely: "I won't tell you anymore!"
The snow girl pursed her lips, let out an unclear "woo" sound, and came closer timidly.
Yukino Riho, who was still angry, was hugged.
She opened her mouth but stopped talking.
There was an ambiguous look of worry between his eyebrows, and there was a shadow of uneasiness in his heart.
"I know it doesn't matter, but I have to tell you how we met..." At this time, Fujiwara Izaya relaxed.
There were washed grapes and fruits on the neatly organized desk. There was a swivel chair in front of the desk. He turned over and sat on the swivel chair, leaning one elbow on the table and gently turning the chair left and right.
.The angle between the slightly open neckline and the face changes unsteadily, while using a toothpick to put the strawberries into the mouth one by one.
"We met at the club before." Riho Yukino explained in a voice as thin as a mosquito's fly. "The scar at the corner of his eye was caused by me... I don't know how much I hate him... After I scratched the corner of his eye, I didn't know how much I hated him...
When I left the club, he never showed up."
The snow girl grabbed the hem of her clothes and put her face in front of her, looking at her face which was blushing from embarrassment.
The atmosphere was very quiet. In the drizzle, Yukino Riho's voice was very low, but Fujiwara Izaya could hear it clearly. He turned his chair while eating strawberries, and the strawberry juice fell on his chest and the ground, but he ignored it.
.
This gesture goes well with his current informal and relaxed mood.
"Furukawa Kaikan is a hodgepodge, there are all kinds of monsters... Hey," Yukino Riho suddenly stopped, looking at his handsome face like a handicraft, her voice changed from soft to complaining, "Don't drop the juice on the ground.
, this will attract more ants."
"Anyway, I have you to help me clean." Fujiwara Izaya smiled with a strawberry in his mouth.
Yukino Riho noticed that his sparkling eyes seemed to have a little more fantasy and yearning than before. As for what fantasy and yearning were, she couldn't tell. She just complained in her heart, "I won't help you clean."
Continue to explain what just happened. When Fujiwara Izaya asked about the ghost clan just now, she was very nervous inside, fearing that the boy would misunderstand something. Now that she started talking about it, her heart felt relaxed, and her demure temperament returned.
on her body.
"Speaking of it, in the entire Tokyo area, he seems to be the only ghost clan that operates openly. I have been a maid for my wife for five years..."
Bang.
Fujiwara Izaya fell from his chair.
"Are you the old woman's maid?" he asked in disbelief.
"Uh, what's wrong?" Riho Yukino was frightened by his reaction, her expression was innocent.
"Oh, I thought of something." Fujiwara Izaya got up and sat back on the bed, with a strange expression on his face, "So... uh, did the old woman tell you about me?"
"No." Yukino Riho shook her head in confusion.
"Oh, all right."
"Fujiwara-kun knows Madam?"
"Uh, haha, I don't know... I don't know him at all." Fujiwara Izaya laughed playfully to cover up his discomfort.
Yukino Riho was a little confused, but didn't think much about it.
Fortunately, this is not Kawashima Miki or my aunt or the others, otherwise I will be embarrassed again... Fujiwara Izaya thought with some luck, and listened to Yukino Riho's words with a natural expression.
"I have almost no interaction with Takenaka Akira, so I don't know why he suddenly returned to the club. But he told me that he wanted to go to the Yamagami Festival in Mount Nagano with me... I guess he was doing it for the Yamagami Festival.
That’s why I went to the guild hall to inquire about the news.”
"It's possible."
"Well... in addition to the ghost clan, you should also be careful of the fox clan. They..." Riho Yukino bit her lower lip and peeked at Fujiwara Izaya, "I met Yaeko a few days ago and followed her to Asakusa.
Shrine, she seems to have ill intentions towards you."
"I know, it's a nine-tailed white fox." Fujiwara Izam shrugged nonchalantly.
He didn't care much about a demon king-level fox girl.
If she continues to dance, take her back to her aunt to play with, and let her devour her soul and then turn into a white fox to play with her.
"Fujiwara-kun is a capable person." Yukino Riho smiled softly, and then asked with some anticipation: "The Mountain God Festival is about to start, Fujiwara-kun, do you want to go?"
That's what I opened... Fujiwara Izaya wanted to refuse, but seeing the expectation in her eyes, he had to ask: "What's wrong?"
"Madam will also be attending. I would like to introduce you to meet Madam." In the quiet room, the rustle of rain melted Yukino Riho's tenderness, "You have made many enemies. I thought... if I can get Madam's
If you are kind, they will have scruples when facing you."
"If you introduce me rashly, my wife will blame you." Fujiwara Izaya said angrily.
"No," Yukino Riho blushed a little, but still had a smile on her lips, "Madam is a very kind person. If you tell her your difficulties, she will definitely understand."
Is Amaterasu the old woman gentle?
Fujiwara Izaya thinks this is the biggest joke in the world.
If he couldn't beat her, he would definitely ride on her and take back all the bad things in the past after being teased since childhood.
"Fujiwara-kun, will you come with me?" Riho Yukino continued to ask.
"Well," Fujiwara Izaya shrugged, "Let's go together, I'll go and broaden my horizons as well."
"Great!" Yukino Riho was sincerely happy.
To her, there seemed to be nothing more satisfying in the world than helping Izaya Fujiwara.
As long as I arrange it well, everything will be fine... Fujiwara Izaya smiles on the surface, but in his heart he urgently thinks of countermeasures. At the Mountain God Festival, he will wear a mountain god mask, and others will not be able to see his face. As long as he arranges it properly and staggers it,
The time and space that accompany Yukino Riho and her aunt will definitely not be overturned like the summer festival!
After getting the promise, Yukino Riho was in a good mood and talked a lot about what happened at the club.
A dense and extremely delicate daily life, but it did not involve the operation of the club. It was raining continuously outside the window, and the only voice in the room was her constant talking. During this period, the eyes of the two would meet each other from time to time, and they gradually seemed to have something in common.
s things.
Fujiwara Izaya had a plan in mind.
But he couldn't do it now because there was still Miss Ryoko in the house. He had to wait until she left and only he and Yukino Riho were left in the house before he could let go.
Finally at noon, Yukino Riho sent Kitagawa Ryoko out.
Fujiwara Izaya took his paintbrush and sketch paper, went down to the backyard on the first floor, and sat in the pavilion to wait.
The rain kept falling.
It rained non-stop from morning to noon.
There is a snail crawling on the branches next to the small pond. The rainwater dripping from the branches is silently sucked into the black and soft ground. Only the sound of car tires occasionally passing by the asphalt road reaches the eardrums, as if the delicate texture is rubbed with fingers.
The rustle of shiny fabric.
To test this metaphor in the future, Fujiwara Izaya called Yuki-onna over.
"Xueji, lie down."
The snow girl was very obedient and put her feet on his shoulders.
Cute little white feet appeared, like two sweet cream cakes.
"It's been more than a month, it's time to play with Snow Baby." Fujiwara Izaya grabbed two white silk feet and gently stroked them with his palms. They felt cool, smooth and soft, and his palms brushed against the stockings.
, making a rustling sound.
It's like a fairy sound, stimulating the eardrums.
While touching her feet, Fujiwara Izaya observed the Yuki Ono's expression.
She tilted her head half-way, her frosty eyelashes trembled slightly, her blue eyes glowed as misty as moonlight, and her murmur of "ah" was mysterious and soft, as warm as the gentle breeze on the sea.
"Get up." Fujiwara Izaya patted his thigh.
The snow girl immediately sat up and snuggled into her master's arms obediently.
Listening quietly to the breath she exhaled evenly and continuously from her lips, quiet and soft. Listening to the beautiful voice, Fujiwara Izaya gently hugged her waist. This cute and cute shikigami, her whole life was condensed in
This is the moment. In the courtyard on a rainy day, I have never heard a slight noise. However, her expression is still so pure, and her breathing is still soft, as if it is so soft that there is only a trace of pulse.
"Fujiwara-kun!"
Suddenly a roar came, breaking the tranquility in the courtyard.
Turning around, Yukino Riho ran over in an angry manner. She was very slender, like a beauty walking out of an ukiyo-e. She pulled Yuki-onna behind her and asked with a blushing face: "What did you do to Yuki-hime just now?"
What?"
The dark clouds in the sky began to drift westward, and many beams of light slanted down from the clouds.
"I touched my feet." Fujiwara Izaya calmly picked up the sketchbook and leaned against the pillar to look at her.
She was wearing a tight black suit skirt and slender and shapely legs wearing black stockings. The falling sunlight shone outside the pavilion, and she was also dyed with a faint scenery. She was surprisingly beautiful, with black and straight hair, and sea-like eyes.
Generally deep.
This scene looked really refreshing, and Fujiwara Izaya felt like he was in touch with something.
"Why are you staring at people like this?" Yukino Riho felt a little embarrassed.
"Sorry, please come over here." Fujiwara Izaya said with a smile.
Yukino Riho looked at his face and then at the sketchbook in his hand, and was a little surprised. But she didn't think much about it, and quickly put her hands on the hem of her skirt and sat down next to him. Because she was in a hurry to come and ask questions.
, she didn’t have time to change her shoes, but ran in wearing high heels.
"Miss Yukino looks like a young lady." Fujiwara Izaya joked.
"Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?" Yukino Riho gently combed the hair around her ears with her hands. The soft and shawl black hair tightly surrounded her fair and beautiful face, making her entire face look petite and beautiful.
"You know, I'm moving back to the shrine soon."
The excitement suddenly disappeared. Yukino Riho pursed her lips and stroked the hair beside her ears: "I know."
"Do you like living with others?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"I don't know, I haven't had much experience yet." Riho Yukino took out a handkerchief from her trouser pocket, lowered her head and wiped the water stains on her shoes as if to cover up her disappointment, "Do I seem to like monsters living with me?" she said.
rhetorical question.
"Many things will be more complicated than imagined." Fujiwara Izaya smiled.
"Well..." Yukino Riho raised her head slightly and stared at him as if she was thinking about something. Her eyeballs were unusually clear, with an incredible sense of transparency, as if she were looking at the sky.
"But I'm fine, that is..." she said, looking at Fujiwara Izaya, biting her lip, lowering her eyelids, "I don't know, whatever."
The conversation ended and she stood up to go back to the house.
"Wait a minute." Fujiwara Izaya shouted, "I haven't finished talking yet."
Yukino Riho stopped and sat down again.
"The feeling of the snow girl is the same as yours, right?" Fujiwara Izaya followed the set routine and walked step by step.
"Uh, yes, yes..." Yukino Riho's face turned red and her body swayed, "So, uh, please, please don't touch..."
"So, I touched your feet from the air for more than a year?"
"..."
Yukino Riho was so embarrassed that she wanted to turn into a puddle of ice water.
"Then what are you going to do?" she asked in a voice that almost only she could hear.
"You can't just stay in mid-air like a dragonfly falling in love, right?" Fujiwara Izaya's voice became more and more cunning.
"Well……"
fall in love?
What about falling in love?
When did I start falling in love?
Yukino Riho's mind was completely unable to think.
Her ears were buzzing, and out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Fujiwara Izaya's face. The smooth lines of his thick black eyebrows condensed his handsome shape, like a heroic attendant, guarding his eyes like a shadow.
Fujiwara Izaya suddenly changed the topic: "I am making a pair of shoes."
"?" Yukino Riho was confused.
Where is this? She can't keep up with the conversation at all.
"It's a pair of women's shoes." Fujiwara Izaya continued.
"Oh..." Yukino Riho responded blankly.
That puzzled expression, with a little bit of timid expectation, is really cute.
"Uh, those...are they shoes? Uh, no, you already said they were women's shoes, uh, ah... What should I ask again, yes, I'm sorry..."
Because she was nervous, she was already speechless.
"But, no matter what I do, I don't feel comfortable..." Fujiwara Izaya held the sketchbook and scratched his hair, "I hope I have a pair of feet that I can use as a reference, but I am a man, so..."
Yukino Riho was dumbfounded.
Today's Fujiwara-kun is a little different from what she knew in the past. His words are too ambiguous. And she is also a little hot-headed, and she would acquiesce and expect him to violate the rules... She can't understand what is happening at all, so she can only
Turning her head to look at the snow girl, she seemed to be complaining that her appearance made her confused.
"?"
Olaf's head is full of question marks.
"I just touched Yukihime's feet just to feel something." Fujiwara Izaya explained.
"Oh, that's it, I understand..." A faint smile appeared at the corner of Yukino Riho's lips, and it was indeed a very faint smile.
No matter how stupid she is, she still knows this is an excuse.
What does it mean to touch your feet to get inspiration for making shoes? Did you start making shoes a year ago?
"But Yukihime's feet are not enough, I need more data." Fujiwara Izaya smiled slightly, pretending to be embarrassed, "So, can you let me refer to your feet?"
"..."
Water stains have already penetrated Yukino Riho's skin.
"It doesn't matter if it doesn't work. You can continue to use Yukihime's feet as a reference." Fujiwara Izaya said considerately, "But these are the shoes given to you. I'm afraid... they might be a little inappropriate."
Yukino Riho could no longer think at all.
The white neck was flushed, and even the wrists exposed by the sleeves became white and red, as if they were being attacked by an ambiguous emotion that they had never experienced before.
"Also, Miss Yukino." Fujiwara Izaya stretched out his hand and took her left hand, "After the shrine is built, you can move there too. You are so beautiful. I'm afraid there will be countless Takenaka Akihi coming out.
ah."
"..." Yukino Riho's fingers were very stiff.
But it feels soft and powerless when touched.
In the pavilion in the rain, she leaned against Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder and started to tremble a little helplessly.
Fujiwara Izaya gently held her hand, and after her nervousness subsided, he asked: "If you only use Yukihime's feet, then the shoes made can only be worn by you when you become a Yukihime."
oh."
Yukino Riho subconsciously looked back at Yuki-onna.
In the dim background of the rain curtain, the figure of the snow girl floats in the air, her silver hair floating like snowflakes.
No, it's about to melt... Yukino Riho's body became very hot. After struggling for a long time, she bent down with difficulty and took off the high heels decorated with ribbons with her slender fingers. Her right foot slipped out of the shoe effortlessly.
It came out without making any noise.
Her body was trembling faintly, and she slowly stretched out her slender right foot, which was wrapped in stockings, and gently placed it on the slightly wet bench.
Fujiwara Izaya touched it gently with his fingers.
Neither hot nor cold, the texture of the stockings was slippery.
When he touched the soles of her feet, a slight tremor came from his fingertips. Her feet were so small that Fujiwara Izaya was worried about how those small and narrow feet could support her weight.
Rain fell on the floor tiles in the pavilion, and the water droplets jumped up and reflected the light.
Yukino Riho's heart was beating loudly and her breathing became very violent. Even through the stockings, her cold soles could feel the hot breath of his fingertips. She even began to worry that her body would be damaged by this temperature.
melt.
At this moment, Fujiwara Izaya made an even more extreme request.
"Please take off your stockings," he said, "I want to touch Miss Yukino's bare feet."
"...Woo."
Yukino Riho was so embarrassed that she almost cried.
Under Fujiwara Izaya's persistent and stubborn gaze, she endured extreme shame and turned away, slowly took off her stockings and put them on her shoulders. Amidst the sound of the rain, the sound of stockings rubbing against the skin of her legs,
It sounded extremely harsh to her.
What appeared in Fujiwara Izaya's eyes were five round toenails shaped like peas.
Beautiful, pink and tender, you can't put it down.
Things moved forward really quickly.
Everything went smoothly, without any obstacles, just like a snowball rolling on the hillside.
How can you make shoes without touching your feet... Fujiwara Izaya stretched out his hand with peace of mind and touched her toenails with his fingertips. After a slight pause, he simply covered the entire palm of his hand.
Yukino Riho let out a cry.
Her body trembled, and she subconsciously wanted to shrink back, but Fujiwara Izaya held her ankles, gently raised her feet, and slowly confirmed the touch of her skin.
Without stockings to block it, the feel is even better.
Soft and smooth.
Can't feel the muscles.
Like a piece of carefully crafted pastry.
I want to hold on to it all the time. Fujiwara Izaya's wish is so simple and simple.