Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 440 The sun either rises in the west or in the north

Chapter 440 The sun either rises in the west or in the north (Part 2)

"Uh-huh?"

Long Chuanche hummed twice in confusion. His room was right next to the young lady's, so what did it mean for him to sleep here?
No one answered the boy's question. Natsuko Imamura first leaned against the wooden table and rested her chin on her hand for a while, then pointed to the flickering lightning on the horizon.

The lightning flashes were faint and showed signs of escalating.

"You know I'm a coward."

indeed.

Although the young lady loves writing mystery and suspense novels, she is afraid of the dark and ghosts, just like Lord Ye who loved dragons but was afraid of them.

It's perfectly normal for me to spend time with her during this season of frequent thunderstorms.
What a normal ghost!
Longchuan Che really wanted to say those words.

"If you're afraid of the dark, turn on the light. It's not appropriate for the two of us to share a room."

The boy said something that sounded like a sarcastic remark.

It's just a fake engagement, not a real marriage, so it wouldn't be appropriate for them to actually live in the same room.

"Is it inappropriate, or are you hiding something?"

The young lady's voice carried a hint of a laugh as she rested her chin on her hand and moved closer to Long Chuan Che across the low table.

The air under the eaves was filled with the delicate fragrance of a girl's hair, and the ethereal sound of rain echoed in the summer.

"Didn't you say you weren't interested in girls with small breasts, Ryukawa-kun?"

Her clear eyes seemed to expose the scumbag's thoughts, so Long Chuanche coughed lightly and looked away.

"After I finish writing 'The Ancient Capital,' come with me to Arashiyama."

Long Chuanche picked up a bean cake and put it in his mouth.

Red bean paste cakes with a soft, fragrant glutinous rice exterior.

Natsuko Imamura, sitting next to her, gave a soft "hmm".

Will you be angry?

Long Chuanche glanced furtively at the young lady.

"Why should I be angry?" Natsuko Imamura asked, puzzled.

"After all, nominally..."

Ryukawa Toru is nominally engaged to Imamura Natsuko, and he drags his fiancée to explain to his girlfriend.

It just feels weird no matter how you look at it.

"Only people with a guilty conscience would think this way."

The young lady picked up a cup of hot tea, held it up, and took a sip.

Long black hair, raindrops falling from the eaves.

For a moment, Tatsukawa Tetsu felt that this girl was indeed absolutely beautiful.

"Are you hiding something, Ryukawa Tetsu?"

She unabashedly exudes her charm, then looks at herself with a smile.

Tatsukawa Tetsuya is really going to get angry!
"I will never marry a woman who can't tell the difference between right and wrong!"

Long Chuanche's words made the young lady, who had been like a goddess, freeze at the corners of her mouth.

"I'm leaving now!" The boy coughed, wanting to quickly escape the eaves' fragrance, which carried a certain fantastical quality.

That phrase, 'the result of genetic selection,' seems to possess a certain magic.

Under the eaves filled with the fragrance of young girls, Tatsukawa Tetsu always found himself unable to stop his gaze from falling on her.

Is it due to the other person's psychological suggestion, or do I really have strange thoughts?

Long Chuanche didn't know, he just thought that the young lady was quite scary at times.

The boy quickly slipped into his room, and the girl sighed.

As she leisurely ate her bean cake, the door to the next room was opened again.

Two adjacent rooms under one roof.

"what."

The young lady rolled her eyes in annoyance.

I was just teasing him, and he started attacking my body.

That man is really awful.

"If you're scared, you can move the bedding next to the door."

Tatsukawa Tetsu's room is separated from the young lady's room.

There was only a thin piece of wood.

This simplified architectural style is a traditional Japanese structure.

When the door is opened, the two heads are no more than half a meter apart.

The young lady rolled her eyes, seemingly disdainful of this approach.

Does being separated by a door mean we're not sleeping together anymore?

The saying "burying one's head in the sand" can now be changed to "sharing a bed in a separate room" by Tatsukawa Tetsuya.

"Give it a try, give it a try."

Long Chuanche urged him on, but it was unclear whether he was genuinely bored or simply had nothing else to do.

Natsuko Imamura sighed and, like Toru Ryukawa, spread the bedding inside the doorway.

"Something seems off?"

"That does seem a bit strange."

The two heads looked at each other from outside the door, and then suddenly laughed for no apparent reason.

If someone were to walk under the eaves at this moment, it would be an undeniably terrifying story.

Two heads emerged from the old room. A gust of wind blew, turning the paper door into a guillotine, and two heads immediately rolled off. Fortunately, it wasn't the execution ground for adulterers.

He was just a young man who was a little afraid of thunder and was also bored.

The two lay under the cool eaves, a gust of wind blew by, and the only sound in the courtyard was the sound of rain rolling down.

"Akane Takeda told me something today."

Ryukawa Tetsu suddenly turned to look at Imamura Natsuko.

It was too early in the summer night, and neither of them felt sleepy. The girl was staring intently at the water droplets falling from the eaves.

Water droplets rolled down continuously, as if transforming into a beaded curtain above their heads, creating a small space for them in the vast world of rain.

"what?"

The young lady asked casually.

Ryukawa Tetsu and Takeda Akane spent quite a while outside this afternoon.

The young lady had no idea what the two said or talked about.

"She told me to be careful of you, saying that your intentions weren't pure."

Longchuan Che stared intently into the girl's eyes, as if trying to discern something.

"That's it."

The girl smiled casually.

The warm orange light, combined with her gentle smile, made the label of "bad woman" seem incongruous with her.

Do you think I would do anything to betray you?

"I feel sorry for the word."

"answer me."

Longchuan Che tried to lighten the mood, but the girl kept staring intently into his eyes.

Those clear pupils seemed to radiate a kind of bright arc of light.

"do not know."

Longchuan Che spoke the truth.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, and I even think you’ll get angry if I keep urging you to explain to Mu Zi.”

Longchuan Che could hardly describe exactly what kind of person the young lady was.

Just like his occasional image construction of girls.

Sometimes she's like a cunning fox hiding in the rainforest, and sometimes she's like a delicate flower in the middle of a pond.

She occasionally appears in my life, then sparkles with a charming iridescent light.

Long Chuanche couldn't understand her.

"Oh, normally I would get angry."

The girl rubbed her chin, seemingly indifferent.

"Then just consider me a bad woman."

The phrase "I'll treat you as I am" sounds very uncomfortable. Between Akane Takeda and Natsuko Imamura, Toru Ryukawa trusts the young lady a little more.

Not only did she never do anything that she disliked, she even helped people a few times.

"I wish I had your abilities."

Long Chuanche suddenly felt a little envious. If he also had the ability to read minds, he could tell at a glance who was good and who was bad around him.

Akane Takeda is genuinely remorseful that her wife has been hiding something from her lately.

'You're not the protagonist of this world, are you?'

Longchuan Che suddenly looked at the young lady with that kind of gaze.

The girl chuckled, seemingly finding the other person's idea a bit boring.

I thought about it.

Natsuko Imamura said.

"sure."

"what?"

"The same ability as me."

Before Long Chuanche could react, the girl got out of bed and went back to her room to look for something.

A short while later, Long Chuanche saw the young lady return with a bundle of silk thread.

"what is this?"