Chapter 393, The Next Morning
When I woke up in the morning, the Zero that I had held in my arms to sleep last night was gone. Somehow it was replaced by the pillow that Zero usually used.

This was probably done by Zero. She is not here now, but the noise can be heard in the kitchen.

Zhuo planned to ask about the matter of stuffing the pillow into his arms later. His eyes fell on the blue pillow with white trim that he was holding.

Last night, this fluffy big pillow was thrown aside on the sofa because it blocked the space between the two of them. Now it was stuffed into his arms again. Looking at this scene, Zhuo thought of what happened last night and felt embarrassed. He then pressed the pillow against his stomach and let out a long sigh.

Because it was often used by Ling, the pillow was gradually imbued with a sweet fragrance mixed with a hint of vanilla from shower gel.

However, that freshness couldn’t take away the aftertaste of last night.

The soft whispers echoing in my ears, the sweat sliding across the snow-white skin, the soft touch that I don’t have, the hazy eyes filled with trust and expectation - everything is clearly retained inside, becoming a sweet torture.

Just thinking about this made Zhuo feel restless, so he tried his best to clear his mind and sat up. At this moment, the sound of the door opening came from the side.

"…Are you up?"

It was Zero who suddenly showed her face from the kitchen door frame. She could see her apron through the crack in the door, so she must be making breakfast.

For a moment, she saw the pillow in Zhuo's arms avoid her sight, but did not shrink back.

"Breakfast is ready. Change your clothes, wash your face and come eat."

"……Um."

This sentence sounded like a couple who had lived together for many years, which made people feel itchy, but in fact it could be considered a semi-cohabitation state.

"What do you want for breakfast this morning?"

"There's rice, fried eggs, miso soup, stir-fried shredded burdock, tofu, and a mullet. I forgot to go to the supermarket recently, so these are all I have left..."

"No, it's so luxurious... It's like a dream."

"That's too much. If you're not asleep, I can wake you up."

Ling returned to the living room from the kitchen, went to Zhuo and pinched his face.

Her pinch didn't hurt, and from this point of view, it seemed more like she was here to make out with me than to wake me up.

Ling was satisfied with his touch, and Zhuo also felt warm, as if he was bathing in the sun. Gently, he placed his hand on Ling's neck.

There was a small red mark on the base of her neck where Zhuo had touched her, like a camellia flower that had fallen on the snow. Only the two of them knew that the mark had also extended into her clothes.

"…I have to wear a turtleneck today."

"Ah."

"I'm really sorry...Um, I couldn't control myself..."

Zhuo rationally knew that if he left it exposed, it would make Ling look unpresentable; but when he was angry, his mind always wanted to mess up the new snow, just like seeing a flawless flower and wanting to pick it before others, so he subconsciously moved his lips closer.

After quickly finishing her clothes, Ling said nothing and looked towards the wall. It seemed that if she recalled what happened last night, she would have to ignore Zhuo for a while.

When it comes to the first performance that people see, Zero must have exposed more, because Zero always shows the same appearance, so the slightest change is novel. It is better not to delve into this point, so as not to waste breakfast.

Besides, it’s the same with washing. If I think of those things, I’m afraid washing my face won’t be the solution.

(…Zero actually has strong ideas in that regard?)

"You can go change your clothes and wash your face, and cool your head down."

"…You need to cool down a bit."

"Did you say anything?"

"No, it's nothing."

With a face that was obviously calmer than last night and gentler than usual, Ling looked at Zhuo quietly. Zhuo closed his mouth and put his hand on the shirt he was wearing. Then, he felt a pair of soft hands pulling him up and pushing him off the sofa to the bedroom.

"Sa Chiko and the others have gone out. Change your clothes before coming out again."

Zhuo couldn't help but laugh when he heard the sound of the door closing behind him.

(You saw so much yesterday, and you came up to me without saying hello...)
Ling, who took the initiative to ask Zhuo to go back to the room to change clothes, was completely different from herself last night - even though the light was dim, she put the brakes on the kiss, and she also saw and touched Zhuo's body - Zhuo laughed until his shoulders twitched, and changed into the prepared school uniform.

……

After breakfast, Zhuo originally planned to go back to his room to catch up on some sleep, but Ling looked up at him with eyes that seemed to say "Don't you want to stay here anymore?" Zhuo couldn't bear it anymore, so he decided to sit in the living room until school time.

Ling herself didn't intend to keep him, her eyes must have been unconscious. She would subconsciously put on such a look, and if there were similar things in the future, I'm afraid Zhuo would have to bear the condemnation of his conscience every time.

Since Zhuo gave up the idea of ​​going back to his room to catch up on some sleep, Ling's expression softened a lot. Seeing Zhuo lying on the sofa doing nothing, he thought for a moment and then got up and went to the kitchen.

……

The coffee was sweet.

Ling added more sugar according to Zhuo's taste.

Savor it carefully, it is mellow and sweet.

Zhuo was thinking so while sipping the coffee that Ling had made from the kitchen.

However, although Ling also sipped coffee with both hands, she still maintained the posture of snuggling - she took off her shoes, and her delicate feet in white socks were placed together on the sofa, with her back leaning against Zhuo's arm, which made Zhuo feel uncomfortable. He should have been used to this, and maybe Ling also discovered this, or in other words, she deliberately posed like this to praise Zhuo for not choosing to go back to the room alone.

Although Zhuo felt from the beginning that he did not have any special fetishes, Yu Guangzhong's small feet in white socks were always so eye-catching that he could not calm down.

"…Um, should we go to school?"

"There are still 23 minutes left."

The two of them sat on the sofa, feeling more concerned.

"Did you misunderstand something?"

"should not."

"Oh, is it so."

Zhuo had no way to refute, nor did he intend to refute.

On the other side, Zhuo's phone screen lit up.

It was a text message from Yamamoto Yurina. Zhuo hesitated for a moment and pressed the lock screen button.

At the same time, Zero turned his head.

Because of her posture, the girl looked at him sideways, her slender hands holding the cup of coffee, a few clumps of light golden hair hung in front of her, swaying slightly with her breathing.

"Why don't you look."

"Texting so early in the morning...keep your distance."

"You don't have many friends to begin with, so don't do anything weird...and it's okay with Yamamoto Yurina."

"Ok?"

"Can I check your phone later?"

Zhuo was originally still thinking about what Zero said, "Yurina is okay," but then Zero said something he had never expected, and his face twitched.

(End of this chapter)