I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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He ruthlessly tossed the mop into the bucket, walked straight over, and cupped Shinomiya Haruka's upturned head in his hands, his breathing rapid.

"You said you'd let me do this, right?"

Shinomiya Haruka's lips parted slightly.

"Yes, but you need to pay close attention to me."

The next morning, a light drizzle began to fall.

It got even colder. Kitahara Hakuba pulled his hand out from under the warm blankets, picked up his phone, and saw that it was already minus one degree Celsius.

"It's so cold." He turned around and saw Shinomiya Haruka's messy hair and white back.

Kitahara Hakuba's hands encircled her body, holding her fluids, pressing her buttocks tightly against his.

"Aren't you getting up?" Shinomiya Haruka said contentedly without opening her eyes.

“It’s raining,” Kitahara Hakuba said. “And today is Saturday.”

A groan escaped Shinomiya Haruka's throat as if she were fast asleep: "Is the brass band alright now?"

"At this moment, Kitahara Hakuba remembered that he had promised Saito Harutori that he would go there this morning."

"There is indeed something going on."

He lied.

But all of this is just unnecessary speculation, Kitahara Hakuba reasoned to himself.

Kitahara Hakuma kissed her neck and whispered:

"Turn around, I want to kiss my sister before I go to work."

"There's really nothing I can do about you."

As if taking care of a small child, Shinomiya Haruka turned around and stretched out her slender, pale hands from under the covers to embrace Kitahara Hakuma's head.

"Remember to wear proper clothes."

"Ok."

After finishing two breakfasts, Kitahara Hakuba picked up his umbrella and walked out the door.

At 7:30 in the morning, the sky was still somewhat gray and gloomy, and the raindrops were fine, making a soft rustling sound as they fell on the withered leaves.

The air was filled with the scent of the sea and earth, and Kitahara Hakuba couldn't tell if the smell was refreshing or too mixed with other things.

Saito Harutori's apartment is not far from here, just past "Ippon Kurijishu Shrine".

This shrine is very small; it consists of only a small wooden main hall built by the roadside, which is a place for cats to sunbathe.

However, there are none to be seen now.

There's also a very common "Guangming Temple" nearby. It seems that many temples like to use the word "Guangming" in their names. Why is that?

Why are there no corner mirrors at this T-junction? It feels like an easy place for accidents to happen.

What could be causing a slight, dull ache? Is it my body's way of telling me to be more moderate?

On the way to the Saito residence, Kitahara Hakuba kept muttering to himself, his feet, encased in sneakers, were freezing cold and almost numb.

Chapter 339, Section 338: Who fell into the spider web? (4)

The road was carpeted with red and yellow leaves, the yellow ginkgo leaves resembling pieces of gold foil, making the ground look like a rug.

Kitahara Hakuba arrived at Saito Harukori's apartment building, walked up the stairs, and came to her door.

He exhaled, the cold Hokkaido air so crisp and clear, the white mist he exhaled becoming the most authentic mark of the day.

[At this point, I hope readers will remember our domain name: Taiwan, China → ?]

Press the doorbell, and soon you can hear something hitting the floor inside, like someone jumping out of bed.

Kitahara Hakuba looked down at the concrete ground where he had come from, where there were still wet footprints of his shoes.

He suddenly realized that he was a bit like a scumbag in a TV drama who cheats on his girlfriend with another girl.

But why would he have such a thought? He clearly didn't come here to have sex with Saito.

Kitahara Hakuba raised his eyebrows slightly. After thinking it over carefully, he realized there was no need for him to lie to Shinomiya Haruka, because he had no intention of doing anything ambiguous with Saito Haruka.

Maybe I just don't want to cause trouble. Rather than telling the truth and risking some trouble, I'd rather lie.

Just as Kitahara Hakuba was deep in thought, the door opened.

Saito Harutori didn't change into her everyday clothes, but instead wore the pajamas she wore when she invited him to have duck soup last time.

"Teacher Kitahara, you're here so early." A gentle smile appeared on her lips. "Come in."

Kitahara Hakuba nodded, noticing that she was still wearing black ankle socks at home.

She knelt obediently on the ground to hand Kitahara Hakuba her shoes, but just like last time, Kitahara Hakuba refused her offer to take off his shoes.

The room was a bit stuffy because the air conditioner was on and the heating was on.

Kitahara Hakuba looked towards the corner of the wall, where there was a black "oil lamp" surrounded by a small cage, but it was currently turned off.

Saito Harutori noticed his gaze, grinned, and said:

"In this kind of weather, we can still use air conditioning to keep warm, but if the temperature drops even lower, we'll need to use oil lamps."

"How much does your oil lamp cost per month?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.

Saito Harutori stood there, hands clasped behind her back, and said, "It'll probably cost around eight thousand, right?"

Kitahara Hakuba nodded, and asked unconsciously:

"enough?"

Saito Harutori paused for a moment, then smiled and said:

"enough."

Many families use this "oil lamp" when the weather is cold because electricity in Hokkaido is much more expensive, costing about 20,000 yen a month.

Kitahara Hakuba glanced around the room; the air was still filled with her milky scent, which was undeniably wonderful.

Near the window, clothes were hanging to dry, including the pair of panties that he had once touched. Saito Haruka not only hadn't thrown them away, but was still wearing them.

It seems that Shinomiya Haruka has indeed been returned.

"We can't train here, should we go somewhere else?"

Saito Haruka asked directly, "Shall we go to Shinomiya-sensei's music store?"

“If you don’t like it, you can go directly to school. I personally have no objection,” Kitahara Hakuba said.

"It's just a matter of musical philosophy, so it's fine if we don't practice the euphonium today." Saito Harutori said, stroking her hair.

"That should be resolved soon," Kitahara Hakuba thought.

"Teacher Kitahara, please sit down." Saito Harutori sat down at the kotatsu table.

"kindness."

This table

In Kitahara Hakuba's eyes, there is usually a heater installed under this table. Staying in it for a long time is a foot-smelling wonder that is no less effective than loafers.

But Saito Harutori shouldn't smell bad; at least he hasn't smelled anything bad here, everything smells wonderful.

The moment my lower body nestled into the comfy table, I was enveloped in its warm embrace, the cozy sensation spreading slowly from my feet throughout my entire body.

"Very comfortable?"

Seeing that he looked relaxed, Saito Harutori held her hands together and looked at him, her full breasts pressed against the table, which was very conspicuous.

"It's very cold today. My feet were almost frozen when I came here. And this is only the beginning of November. It might be more troublesome if it snows heavily," Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile.

"Really? It's cold?" Saito Harutori blinked.

Just then, Kitahara Hakuma noticed a pair of warm little feet approaching, a stark contrast to his own cold feet.

Saito Harutori seemed to want to use her sock-covered feet to dispel the chill he had brought with her; her movements were gentle and careful.

Kitahara Hakuba frowned slightly but didn't say anything. He simply moved his foot under the table, pretending nothing had happened.

"Actually, musical concepts are quite easy to handle. Many interviewers just want to hear some broad and profound meanings and your attitude towards music. Even if you plagiarize online and memorize a passage, you can still pass."

"Really? But I still think it would be better if Mr. Kitahara taught me. There's still a lot I need you to teach me."

As Saito Harutori spoke, a pair of small feet from under the table came closer again. Kitahara Hakuba could feel the boundary between warmth and coldness gradually blurring on the soles of those two socked feet.

He had to admit that the chill he felt upon arrival had gradually dissipated considerably under this feeling.

Saito Harutori seemed to want to warm one of his feet first before warming his other cold foot.

"What are you doing?" Kitahara Hakuba could clearly feel her little toes twitching slightly on his skin.

Looking at the alluring girl in front of him, Kitahara Hakuba, having experienced too much with Shinomiya Haruka, was not really interested in that kind of thing right now.

Saito Haruka blushed slightly at his direct question, and her breathing became thick and slow.

Because your feet are so cold

“There’s no need for this.” Where neither of them could see, Kitahara Hakuba moved his foot away again.

Seeing that there was no excitement or agitation on his face, Saito Haruka realized that the person she liked had already spent the whole night with Shinomiya Haruka, which was why he wasn't interested in this.

"Was Shinomiya-sensei at your house yesterday?" Saito Harutori suddenly asked.

Kitahara Hakuba looked at her charming little face and murmured, "Mmm."

Saito Harutori clutched the blankets with both hands, biting her lower lip as she looked at him and said:

"Were you talking to her when I called?"

Kitahara Hakuba never expected Saito Haruka to be so direct, especially with such an embarrassing topic, leaving him momentarily speechless.

"Has this gone a bit too far?"

Seeing that his ears were a little red, this unprecedented scene truly moved Saito Haruka. She narrowed her eyes slightly and said:

"Why did you let me listen when I was on the phone? Was it what you wanted, or what she wanted? What were you thinking at the time?"

The girl's words were soft and melodious, carrying a subtle sweetness, but Kitahara Hakuba couldn't guess the meaning behind them.