"Oh right, the milk hasn't been poured yet." Ai ignored Kousuke after sitting down, glanced at the table, said this, and then prepared to get up again.
"I'll go pour some milk."
"You eat first, I'll go get it." Kōyū abandoned his idea of having Ai feed him, put his hand on Ai's shoulder, and said to her.
As she watched Kōyū stand up and walk into the kitchen, a faint smile that Ai had suppressed for so long slowly appeared on her face.
With a slight smile on her face, Ai glanced at the steaming xiaolongbao on the plate, then turned to look at the kitchen.
As if she had made a decision in her heart, her delicate earlobes, covered by her tea-colored hair, turned slightly red.
At the same time, a barely perceptible hint of shyness flashed beneath her icy blue eyes.
After taking a breath, Ai placed her hands on the table for support and stood up.
She seemed to be encouraging herself in this way, hoping to make her inner thoughts more firm.
When Ai stood up, although her earlobes were still slightly red and there was still a hint of shyness in her eyes, her expression was more determined.
Given their current situation, this kind of thing is quite normal, isn't it?
With these thoughts in mind, Ai took a step and walked towards the kitchen.
...
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Kwang-yu was pouring milk into a glass.
He poured five cups of milk, and Guangyou placed one cup next to the thermos and the other four cups on the plate.
After screwing the milk bottle cap on and putting it in the refrigerator, Kōyū intended to take the tray out and continue with his plan to have Ai feed him.
Before he could even pick up his plate, Guangyou suddenly sensed someone enter the kitchen.
Even without turning around, he knew that the person who came in was Ai.
It's still early, and the rest of the people are still sleeping in their rooms.
Moreover, even if the others had woken up, Guangyou could have heard the door open, but he hadn't heard it just now.
Only Ai will come in.
"Ai, what's wrong?" Kōyū knew Ai had come in, but he didn't continue to pretend that his arm was sore.
After all, Ai knew he was faking it.
“...”
He received no response.
Oh, there are some.
The only response he received was a series of increasingly loud footsteps.
This means that Ai is walking towards him.
A second or two later, Kōyū felt Ai tugging at his clothes.
"Ai, what's wrong?" Kōyū asked, puzzled. He put down the plate he had just picked up, which wasn't very tall, and turned to look at Ai.
Before he could turn his head completely, Kōyū felt Ai's hands holding his right hand.
He caught a glimpse of Ai getting closer to him out of the corner of his eye.
The next second, a gentle breeze carrying a faint fragrance brushed against his face.
A second later, Guangyou felt most of his lips being covered by something warm and soft.
Upon realizing what this soft, warm mass was, Kwang-yu's eyes widened suddenly, and his heart began to race.
In the quiet kitchen, Kwang-woo could even hear his own heartbeat.
But then, Guangyou kept his half-turned-around position and closed his eyes.
Neither of them made any move...
After remaining there for a few seconds, the soft, warm mass left the spot where it had been for those few seconds.
Feeling its departure, Guangyou felt a strange sense of loss.
But soon, Kwang-yu composed himself.
After taking a deep breath to calm his breathing, Kwangyu opened his eyes.
As soon as he opened his eyes, Kōyū saw Ai standing in front of him.
At this moment, Ai lowered her head slightly.
Before entering the kitchen, only her earlobes were slightly red.
But now, not only her earlobes, but even her fair cheeks were tinged with a beautiful blush.
That fleeting moment of allure made Guangyou want to do to her what she had just done to him.
A moment of silence fell between the two, and it was Guangyou who spoke first.
"Ai, what's wrong with you?"
After a few more seconds of silence, Ai took a breath, and once the blush on her face had faded slightly, she looked up at Kōyū and said.
Not long ago, you fed me xiaolongbao (soup dumplings)...
"Now... even if it's indirect, you should... you should have tasted it by now, right?"
As she said this, a faint blush rose on Ai's face.
"..." Kōyū looked at Ai in front of him, swallowed hard, and wanted to say something, but for a moment, he didn't know what to say.
After thinking for a moment, Kōyū reached out and pulled Ai, whose face was slightly flushed, into his arms.
Then, he whispered to Ai.
"You don't need to do this."
"I just feel that it's been so long, this... this shouldn't be a big deal, right?" Ai gradually calmed down as she smelled the reassuring scent emanating from Kousuke.
"And you did a good job just now, so... all I want to say is that it was my own choice."
"You little rascal... I really don't know what to say to you." Kōyū hugged Ai tightly, buried his head in her hair, and whispered.
"If you don't know what to say, then just say that sentence," Ai suggested gently.
After pausing for a moment, Kwangyu figured out what to say, but he wasn't sure if it was the right thing to say.
However, given the current situation, it's best to just say it.
"Ai...I like you."
In this situation, Guangyou doesn't need to cultivate any emotions at all.
"Kuyou, me too." Ai hugged Kuyou from behind and said softly.
...
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