I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 277 How about I help you?

The autumn night sky seemed desolate, with the occasional cawing of crows.

It sounded quite sorrowful.

After all, it's a country where crows are rampant.

The crow here also has a dual symbolic meaning: on the one hand, it is a symbol in many myths, and on the other hand, it is regarded as a disaster and an omen of misfortune.

This seems to prove that nothing has remained unchanged throughout history.

Beliefs can change, motivations can be distorted, and even the historical significance can be reversed.

What else is truly unbreakable?

Is it a poignant love story?
The warm water seems to penetrate your skin and assimilate you into the pool, while in the reflection on the surface, two figures almost overlap.

The woman riding on the boy had her head down, ignoring her disheveled long hair.

Holding his face in my hands felt like I was going to apply the most exquisite makeup to him; the first step was to apply my own lipstick to his face.

The more time she spent with this boy, the more childish she felt.

how to say.

I used to think that life is precious, and since I've found someone I'm satisfied with in every way, and who is not at a disadvantage, I should try everything I've never tried before.

Whether it's hysteria or all-out effort, it's all the same.

Since there are no concerns, let's just go for it.

But now, as they spend more time together, she cherishes even the smallest, seemingly ordinary moments.

In other words, the details.

Every time we hold hands, every time we touch, it feels like a completely different experience, as if we can feel the distance between our souls gradually closing.

It's like watching your favorability with a key NPC in a game gradually increase, triggering new dialogues and interactions.

You can see and feel these subtle changes, so you try your best to savor them. It's almost as if you're reluctant to push the relationship forward too quickly.

Because everyone knows that prosperity inevitably leads to decline.

Everyone knows that when you feel that happiness can no longer shine brighter, it may be the time when things start to decline and when you have to withstand the test of time.

She wanted this ambiguity, this warmth, this self-righteous liking to last a little longer.

It doesn't matter if the other party's attitude is indifferent.

The tender kisses, the closeness of their skin, and the urge to let him dwell in the depths of their souls spread continuously.

Why did God give people possessiveness and a desire for control? It's a curse on beauty, because it means that too much beauty will be destroyed rather than protected in the struggle for it.

I don't know how long they kissed, but it seemed to ease the pain of not seeing each other for so many days.

Gen Tsukino looked up at the woman in front of him.

I must say, her kissing skills are getting better and better. No wonder she's an actress; her learning ability is outstanding.

He didn't say exactly how many times, but Tsukino Gen felt that she was the most captivating woman he had ever kissed.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

After the kiss, it seemed as if she had torn off her disguise. The woman who had always been fearless, bold, and even a little too passionate, was now genuinely shy.

She is not some innocent girl portrayed in a drama.

Her eyes were slightly evasive.

Tsukino Gen seemed to have noticed, and said with amusement, "It's nothing, but just now you were riding on top of me with such momentum, saying those touching words, but now you don't even dare to look me in the eye?"

Mochizuki Miki leaned forward and hugged the boy's shoulders and back, actually to hide her expression behind his back.

"No, I'm just a little tired from filming these past few days, so I might not have been able to concentrate."

"is it?"

"Yes, this film is scheduled for the New Year's season at the end of the year, so the filming was very rushed. The entire crew was working overtime almost constantly, and staying up late was very common. Speaking of which, today is the earliest I've ever left work since filming wrapped up."

"Oh, I see. It makes my heart ache."

Holding this woman's soft, fragrant body is an ultimate pleasure.

In addition, the warm water in the hot spring seems to never cool down, to the point that you'd want to soak in the pool until you float.

If you could fall asleep with a perfectly replicated body pillow, there probably wouldn't be any insomniacs in the world.

"Come on, you wouldn't feel sorry for me."

The woman wanted to open her mouth and bite the boy's shoulder to express her affirmation of his mischievousness, but after opening her red lips, all she felt was the urge to kiss him.

In the end, she only kissed his shoulder and greedily inhaled the boy's scent.

"Let me give you a massage."

Gen Tsukino watched as the dark clouds above gradually dispersed, revealing the bright, silvery moonlight.

This open, square sky seems to represent the entire life of an ordinary person. They rarely even look up, because the only part of the world that belongs to them is the small patch in front of them; most of it is just wishful thinking.

Perhaps he felt the same way about Mochizuki Mihime in his arms.

After all, her life had always been in a precarious situation, and the helplessness of modern medicine was tantamount to a death sentence.

Now, it seems that the only person left who has the opportunity to create this miracle, the only person who can open up this square, box-like sky for her, is herself.

"No."

"why?"

"Your massage is so comfortable, I'm going to fall asleep easily."

Her voice was somewhat muffled; after the initial passion faded, all that remained seemed to be exhaustion, and her forced effort was obvious.

Gen Tsukino smiled as he stroked her smooth back, which felt like silk, as if it might melt in his hands at any moment. It made him want to tighten his grip, to see just how deep he could sink into her.

"Isn't it good to sleep? When you're tired, a good night's sleep is the happiest thing."

She shook her head, her wet hair dragging on the boy's shoulder. It wasn't uncomfortable, just unexpectedly itchy. However, Tsukino Gen had reached a higher level of self-control, so he didn't need to deliberately scratch it.

Instead, she buried herself even deeper, as if she wanted to be completely immersed in the other person's fragrance.

Hearing her say, "No, my happiness is having more time with you when I'm awake. If I'm asleep, you'll be gone when I wake up," he replied.

The words were very gentle, as if stating a fact without putting any pressure on themselves.

But when people express their desires, how can they not put pressure on the other person?
Fortunately, Tsukino Gen didn't dislike this subtle sense of guilt.

At least he realized that his emotions were normal, and that he had not become a truly detached and emotionless 'saint' because of the existence of the cultivation technique.

"It's okay. Your task now is to buy as much time as possible and cooperate with the treatment. This way, you'll have more time, not less. Do you think that makes sense?"

"That's all fallacy."

She still seemed unwilling.

However, Tsukino Gen's hands had a temperature completely different from that of the hot spring.

Now, mastering internal energy no longer requires any special postures or specific environments. It can be done more freely and discreetly.

When temperature is transmitted through the skin.

The woman unconsciously squinted her eyes slightly, as if a unique frequency of radio waves had reached her cerebral cortex, sending her an extremely comfortable signal.

Let all the fatigue that has accumulated for so long and been forcibly suppressed be completely released.

Like a wave freed from its restraints, it surged onto the beach, determined to utterly destroy those stubborn obstacles and unwilling wills.

As Tsukino Gen intensified his efforts, the results became obvious.

He could no longer hear what the woman in his arms was whispering behind his ear; her breathing became more even, and her body grew heavier.

I've heard that people who are asleep or drunk are very heavy-hearted.

That’s indeed true.

However, he felt no aversion to it, even as his forehead began to sweat and he entered a state of rapidly depleting his internal energy.

Even though the two of them didn't make any movements, ripples began to spread across the surface of the hot spring.

It sounded as if someone was drumming in the pool.

Meanwhile, in a separate room.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

"What are you doing~"

Kazama Sakura sat up from the soft bed, clutching her pert buttocks, her cheeks slightly flushed as she glared at the expressionless girl standing beside the bed.

Asagiri Rin said irritably, "You really think this is your home? I let you lie down for a while, what's with your snoring?"

Who's snoring!

Kazama Sakura, of course, couldn't admit it. She didn't think it was a big deal that she snores. Could she really snore? Ah-gen hadn't mentioned it either. Was this also a form of tolerance towards her?
"Not yet, it's like a little pig."

Asagiri Rin said mischievously.

"You're lying. If you had, you would have recorded it and laughed at me. You're just trying to scare me."

"Oh? It's rare for you to be so clever."

"I'm not stupid, okay!"

"Alright, alright, you clever girl, the party over there should be ending soon, you should go back."

Asagiri Rin deliberately yawned as she spoke.

Sakura Kazama narrowed her eyes at the other person, "Why are you in such a hurry for me to go back?"

"What else could I be doing? Of course, it's because I'm sleepy and I need to rest. I'm not used to having other people around, otherwise I can't fall asleep."

"Really? Isn't it because you have other plans?"

Kazama Sakura straightened up and moved closer to Asagiri Rin, making herself appear very alert.

The young lady looked at her expressionlessly and said, "Don't pretend to be so perceptive. You're not a detective, nor are you that smart, and I wouldn't stoop to lying to you."

"Hehe, stop pretending. If I wasn't sure, why are your toes clenched?"

"Ok?"

Asagiri Rin looked at her feet, because she was on the bed and of course wasn't wearing shoes.

Several crystal-clear toes unconsciously curled up together.

She immediately felt a little guilty.

"What nonsense are you talking about? This posture is..."

"I know you're kicking me out because Ah-Xian is coming over later, right?"

She narrowed her eyes.

Feeling somewhat irritated, Asagiri Rin didn't bother to pretend anymore and said irritably.

"So what now? If you know, why aren't you leaving?"

Kazama Sakura, however, showed no anger; instead, she smiled slyly.

"Don't be in such a hurry to send me away. Maybe there are some things I can help you with?"