I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 124 You are the one I can't put down
If we're talking about ranking girls in terms of clinginess, then Kiyono Mizuki is definitely on par with Kazama Sakura.

It seemed like she always disliked the boy, and even when Tsukino Gen left, she urged him to leave quickly.

But life is all about contrast.

Knowing that today is Tsukino Gen's day off, the fact that he hasn't returned for so long seems to have gone beyond the scope of a class reunion. Or perhaps it's easy to imagine something terrible happening.

For example, a bunch of students who have drunk too much might unknowingly blend into the music.

They took off their shirts and, under the guise of alcohol, began rubbing their bodies together.
Kiyono Mizuki didn't dare to think about anything worse.

Although he wouldn't admit it, Tsukino Gen was indeed that kind of boy. I always felt that if he were just a little bit foolish, he would easily be manipulated by all sorts of girls with ulterior motives.

So even if you've already spoken to the other person on your self, you should still arrive at the door early and wait, opening the door immediately when you hear them make a sound.

It's all about seizing the right opportunity!
Tsukino Gen, who was almost startled, didn't actually use his senses when he came over, so he didn't check beforehand whether anyone was hiding behind the door.

Who would have known? He's already in a wheelchair and he's still lying in ambush.

"Wait, what are you doing so late at night? When did our apartment building become an escape room?"

The young girl in the wheelchair, wearing a floral dress, had smooth, delicate shoulders. Her long, loose hair cascaded down her back, with a few strands falling into the deep cleavage of her chest.

Gen Tsukino had a feeling that the other party might have played a little trick here. Why did the shadow seem even more exaggerated than before?

"What escape room? Why are you only getting back now?"

Kiyono Mizuki asked, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Knowing that his sudden appearance at this time was a bit strange, he could only use some clumsy means to cover up his excessive concern.

"Have you been waiting for me here?"

Gen Tsukino countered with a question.

Kiyono Mizuki immediately looked away. "I'm sick. I've been waiting for you here. I just happened to be in the bathroom when I heard the noise."

"Your wheelchair is pretty fast, it feels like it could go on the highway."

Qingye Mizue:? ? ?
"nerve!"

Unable to bear Tsukino Gen's teasing gaze, the girl tried to maneuver her wheelchair away quickly, but it was clear that the wheelchair was not very maneuverable.

When she finally managed to turn around, Tsukino Gen was already behind her, closing the door behind him. He then pushed her wheelchair into the living room.

Kiyono Mizuki kept muttering, "Don't touch me."

"I was pushing your wheelchair, how did I touch you?"

"Who asked you to push it away? What are you doing at my house?"

"I'm a little hungry, do you want some midnight snack?"

It seems they brought up something completely unrelated.

"Not hungry."

I'm so angry I'm full, how could I be hungry?
"Gulu."

But the next moment, Kiyono Mizuki's stomach rumbled.

The girl's fair face visibly turned bright red. She quickly raised her head, but her bright eyes darted away.

"This...this is normal gastrointestinal activity."

"Really? Then let me hear you fart."

"???"

"just kidding."

Who would joke like that with a girl?!
"I'll give you noodles to eat; it's not a good time to make anything else."

After pushing the other person into the living room, the boy spoke to himself.

Kiyono Mizuki watched the other person's retreating figure, feeling as if she had seen this scene countless times before. He walked towards the kitchen, as if he knew it better than she did. It was as if he had always lived there, as if it were an integral part of her life.

That doesn't seem wrong, since he rarely cooks at home himself.

It seemed a bit strange, but the feeling it gave was that he was cooking for her. For some reason, seeing this back view filled Kiyono Mizuki's heart with a sweet warmth.

"By the way, would you like an egg?"

".as you like."

"That means we need to add it."

"Ok?"

"If a girl explicitly says no, it means she really dislikes it. But if she says anything or whatever, it means she needs it."

Although I really don't want to admit it, but
"You seem to understand girls quite well."

Kiyono Mizuki's tone was somewhat sour.

The boy, with his back to her, laughed lightly, "There's nothing I can do about it. I treat you as a research subject every day, so I'll understand even if I don't want to."

"You are the one who needs to be addressed."

If you were to be a research topic, what would it be? A resilient and determined young girl with a disability?

No, I wouldn't call myself resolute. If it weren't for this boy, I probably would have given up on this so-called life long ago.

Soon, Tsukino Gen prepared two bowls of noodles with fried eggs.

Steaming hot noodles are served, garnished with scallions, their aroma filling the air.

As a result, the whole room became much warmer.

Holding chopsticks, Tsukino Gen looked at the other person's room and said curiously, "It's strange. You don't often turn on the air conditioner, but your room seems a bit colder than mine."

Kiyono Mizuki stirred the noodles, her attention already focused on how they would taste.

"Perhaps it's because there's too much yin energy here."

They had no idea what they were saying.

Gen Tsukino was stunned by what he heard.

"You're quite something to say you have a lot of yin energy."

"Hmm? That's strange?"

"No, eat yours."

"Hiss Liu~"

Not polite at all.

After all, we've been together day and night for so long, and it's fair to say that my daily life is half thanks to her. At first, I might have had the instinctive reserve of a girl, but now I don't need to care about that anymore.

He picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

The taste was as good as ever; even such a light dish was made to smell incredibly fragrant.

After taking several bites, the egg was also devoured first.

Kiyono Mizuki looked up and realized that Tsukino Gen hadn't eaten much, but had been watching her with a smile.

The girl was a little embarrassed by his expression. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"No, I'm just happy to see you eating so heartily."

The girl's cheeks were rosy, like fresh and delicious fruit.

"What's wrong? You're clearly younger than me, but you always act like you're my elder. It's really weird." "How am I younger than you?"

Gen Tsukino made a move to get up.

Kiyono Mizuki's eyes widened. "What are you going to do, you pervert!"

Is this some kind of vulgar joke?
Gen Tsukino didn't get up, but just blinked. "What I mean is that I'm mentally older than you."

"Then why did you pretend to get up?"

She relentlessly pursued him.

It was as if they were arresting a perpetrator of indecent assault.

"This is a ritual my family performs before meals to thank God for the food He provides us."

"Oh wait, aren't you an orphan? What family did you come from?"

"The ceremony at the orphanage."

"Get lost, are you trying to fool me?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Kiyono Mizuki glared at the boy fiercely, but it wasn't particularly dangerous.

Amidst the banter and jokes, the two bowls of noodles were quickly finished.

Tsukino Gen even asked the other person with concern, "Want to eat more?"

"I'm not a pig."

The girl touched her stomach; although there were no obvious rises and falls, it was clearly full of food. Nothing should be perfect; indulging is enough.

Whether it's making money, eating, or having fun, it seems that this principle applies to everything.

Except for feelings.

Only emotions can give people an endless desire for possession and control; that's a sense of security that can never be filled.

"Let me tidy up a bit, and I'll give you a leg massage later."

Tsukino Gen said.

Kiyono Mizuki's cheeks flushed. "It's so late."

"Isn't that just right?"

"what?"

"What I mean is that you can go to sleep after pressing the button, what did you think?"

What did I think?
How could you not know what I thought? You malicious bastard!

When Tsukino Gen finished cleaning up the mess, Kiyono Mizuki was already on the sofa. Tsukino Gen glanced at her and said, "How about we go to your room?"

"Is this my room or yours? Do you really enjoy just barging into girls' bedrooms?"

She appeared somewhat dissatisfied, but inside she was incredibly nervous. After all, in a place where a man and a woman are alone, the presence of a bed makes everything seem out of place.

"This isn't the first time you've said this, why are you still bringing it up?"

"It's inconvenient to keep changing them."

"You just want me to carry you inside, don't you?"

"I didn't!"

Before she could finish speaking, the other person grabbed her around the waist and picked her up.

It was quite obvious that Kiyono Mizuki had been taking good care of herself lately; the delicate edges she touched were noticeably rounder and fuller.

The girl with rosy cheeks didn't dare to look at the other person's face, but she subconsciously twitched her nose.

Gen Tsukino quickly carried the other person to the bed in the room.

When he put it down, he saw Kiyono Mizuki staring straight at him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You smell nice."

She said, squinting her eyes.

Gen Tsukino blinked. "There were a lot of scallions in the noodles."

"Don't give me that. I can't smell the scallions."

"Could it be her natural body scent?"

"You should have some face."

Kiyono Mizuki gave a soft snort and turned her face away.

The way this girl acted up was quite interesting. She seemed to be too lazy to talk to me, but I couldn't help but glance at her out of the corner of my eye, as if I was curious about how I planned to coax her.

Then, the next moment, I felt the warmth of the boy's hand covering my leg.

Her legs are gradually regaining sensation. Although she can't move freely yet, she can feel some obvious stimulation.

For Kiyono Mizuki, Tsukino Gen's hand was clearly within the scope of obvious stimulation.

She immediately turned her head and instinctively reached out to stop the other person's actions.

Looking at the girl's slightly embarrassed eyes, the boy smiled gently.

"It's a class reunion, all about drinking and chatting. I don't know who I ran into, so it's normal to pick up a little something from the atmosphere."

"You don't need to explain anything to me. I'm nobody to you."

As the girl said this, the strength in her hand noticeably lessened. Sometimes, what a seemingly arrogant girl wants is actually very simple.

Even if it's not an answer, just an attitude is enough to make her give in.

After all, it's already rare for a boy who's been so good to me to be willing to explain things. I don't think I can be any more greedy.

The boy's hand slid down, leaving behind his warmth.

The skin felt incredibly smooth, like eating a Dove chocolate bar. The sensation was simply exquisite, like a piece of warm, jade-like mutton fat.

But there was no trace of desire on his face.

It simply doesn't match his actions at all.

"Why be so self-deprecating? To me, Mizuki is a special person."

Listening to the boy's words, Kiyono Mizuki felt that incurable sweetness well up in her heart again.

She couldn't help but look at him, her eyes filled with shyness.

"How special?"

Unexpectedly, at that moment, the boy grabbed her bare foot.

They didn't care at all whether the other person had washed their feet that night.

"I love it so much I can't put it down."

He said with a smile.

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(End of this chapter)