A passionate daily life starting from the Tachibana family

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Sasaki hugged Xia Hua, who had been 'Ola Ola' to him before, and softly fabricated the story of Takagi's 'cheating'.

Natsuka Murasaki, whose afterglow had not yet passed, was sitting sideways in Sasaki's arms, with a pair of lustrous jade hands hanging around her lover's neck. Her face was like a peach blossom in March, her beautiful watery eyes blinked lightly, and she frowned and said:

"Why is Takagi such a scumbag? He already has such a beautiful lover, why would he want to find someone else!"

"Well...it should be that domestic flowers are not as good as wild flowers..."

As soon as she said the words, Murasaki's watery eyes froze into a piece of frost. It was obvious that Sasaki's words had pierced her back.

What I hate the most in my life is people who are always busy.

If she is reluctant to teach Sasaki a lesson, is she reluctant to teach others?

Never having thought about the possibility of Sasaki deceiving her, Murasaki Natsuka clenched her fists and said coldly:

"I'm going to teach him a lesson!"

Opening her clenched little fist and kneading it into the palm of his hand, Sasaki shook his head, "She is now Chifuyu Tsukimi's lover. You used to beat her up for no reason. What's that?"

"He cheated!" Zizhi Gong said plausibly.

"But there is no evidence now." Sasaki shook his head.

He really has no evidence, because Takagi has not cheated at all now.

But so what if I didn't cheat.

Based on 'unfounded' and 'intentional', he has now cheated.

It's too easy to get boys to make mistakes.

Just wait for Takagi's results to come out on Wednesday and his own results will come out on Friday.

Comparing the two, the idiot Chifuyu must be...

Thinking about it in his mind, Sasaki heard Xia Hua's dissatisfaction:

"What should I do?"

Turning his head and giving her a sip, Sasaki tightened his grip on Xia Hua, "You never thought it was my excuse to lie to you."

Knowing what it feels like to be betrayed by the person you trust the most, how could Murasaki Miya Xiahua doubt her lover because of outsiders?

He twisted his waist and sat astride Sasaki's arms.

Murasaki Miya hummed like a sleeping little piglet, exhaling the warm and soft fragrance from her warm pink lips, biting Sasaki's ear wordlessly.

My heart felt itchy, thinking of the time... Sasaki asked in a dry voice:

"Didn't Aunt Qianyingzi ask you to go home early? Why don't you get up?"

Without any intention of flinching, Murasaki Miyazuka straightened her waist, her flexible back became clearly ravaged due to the indented spinal groove, her clear muscle lines and white, soft and firm skin expressed her indescribable sexiness.

Because they were sitting face to face, Sasaki couldn't see behind her, but he only knew that there was a lot of pressure on his heart.

The slender arms went around Sasaki's neck and hugged his shoulders, and Murasaki Miyazuka kissed his lips seductively.

"But... isn't Sasaki Fuyumi-san already up?"

"..."

I have to say that Miyazaki Natsuka is really the one who likes to play the most among them.

Rinka wanted to win his favor and forced herself to play wildly.

But Xia Hua loves to play from the bottom of her heart.

The two are essentially different.

Taking a deep breath, Sasaki responded to her fragrance and joked:

"Xia Hua, you weren't like this before."

"You obviously look very serious and serious..."

It seems that he didn't expect Sasaki to compare his usual self with his current self.

Purple Palace Xia Hua replied with erratic eyes:

"This...isn't this what you said last night to increase your efforts?"

What do you mean when I say increase the intensity of kissing?Test me?

I could see that she was deliberately trying to fool herself.

Sasaki didn't care either. Who would reject a girlfriend who likes ***...

"Then please work harder..."

"Hmm~"

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Afterwards, on the way to send Murasaki Palace home.

Sasaki held her schoolbag and held her hand, standing on the roadside, waiting for the green light, "Xia Hua, didn't you say you wanted to teach Takagi a lesson?"

Beside her, holding her lover's arm and enjoying the evening breeze, Murasaki Miyazaki responded softly:

"Ah."

"But didn't Fuyumi say that there was no evidence?"

"But there won't be no evidence forever. After I get the evidence, you will send it to Yue Jian. After they break up, you can deal with Takagi. Be polite first and then attack."

I'll go take care of Takagi, and you go comfort Tsukimi, right?

Glancing at her lover who wanted to pick up the slack, Murasaki Miya Xiahua deliberately warned him not to flirt with others, but she thought about it and didn't say such unpleasant words.

First of all, she is not the eldest son in terms of emotions and reasons. This kind of matter about the 'master' having a romantic relationship outside should be left to the eldest son to teach him.

What he needs to do is to unite with others to prevent him from messing around again.

The names he had read before, plus his own, were eight people...one person per day, taking turns. Even if he was made of iron, he would still be ground into molten iron by them.

Don’t you want to attract bees and butterflies, be romantic and happy?

No stopping you, if you have the energy, just go for it.

Planning in his mind how to turn Dong into a concubine, Purple Palace responded casually:

"it is good."

"Then trouble Xia Hua."

After finding the bad guy, Sasaki thought it was time to call Fujitsumi.

After sending Xia Hua home, Sasaki walked home slowly.

"I'm back." Opening the door, Sasaki greeted the dark entrance in a calm voice, as was their custom here.

Because Sasaki knew that Sister Yuka and the others would be staying on campus tonight before Otogaira called, and Aunt Kyoka would be back at about nine o'clock, so he was not surprised that there was no one at home.

Close the door, turn on the light, take off your shoes and put on slippers.

Sasaki unbuttoned his clothes, carried his schoolbag, and came to the living room.

Throw your schoolbag on the sofa.

Sasaki took off his black placket, revealing the white shirt underneath. After unbuttoning the cufflinks, he rolled up his sleeves, put on the light yellow apron that Otome wore every day, and came to the kitchen.

If he was the only one at home, he would be too lazy to cook.

After all, we still have to cut vegetables and wash dishes... Such troubles are far less convenient than eating a bowl of instant noodles.

But if Aunt Jingxiang doesn't work overtime tonight, she will be back.

No matter whether she has eaten or not, as long as you prepare it, it will increase her goodwill.

These little good feelings add up and one day the last two words of "Auntie" in Jingxiang can be erased.

With this in mind, Sasaki took out the fresh vegetables and meat he needed tonight from the refrigerator that was full of fruits and drinks, and threw them into the basin to wash.

I went to the bathroom on the first floor and set the water temperature and soup volume in the bathtub.

After that, I threw in the carbonated soup, which is an effervescent tablet, to relieve the pain in my waist and shoulders. After covering the warming plate, I returned to the kitchen and started making dinner.

Sasaki has had a good relationship with Aunt Kyoka's family since he was a child.

So when I was a child, I stayed with them for a while during winter and summer vacations.

Sasaki knows what they like to eat.

Today's dinner is specially for Aunt Jingxiang, so the food cooked is naturally what she likes to eat.

Sorry guys... your update today was washed away... I need to drink more water to recover...

force majeure……

sorry~

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Chapter 144 Warm Poems

"I'm back~"

After closing the door and putting the key on the shoe cabinet, Xiang Jingxiang's voice sounded like wrinkled white paper after a long day of work, tired and dull.

Before she could take off her shoes and put on slippers, an unexpected response reached her ears.

"Welcome home."

Three seconds after the voice fell, a figure wearing a light yellow apron walked from the living room to the entrance and came to him.

Looking at the tall figure standing under the warm light, covering her, Xiu Jingxiang looked a little surprised.

She wasn't surprised that Fuyumi was at home.

It's past nine o'clock now, and it's normal for him to be at home.

She was surprised that Fuyumi wasn't in the house.

Compared with girls who like to watch evening dramas, most boys during this time will play games online with their classmates in their bedrooms.

As a normal boy, Fuyumi likes to play games.

So she never thought that Dongjian would respond to her.

But what surprised her even more was that Fuyumi was wearing an apron.

Was he cooking in the kitchen just now?

Xiang Jingxiang knew that there were cooking classes offered in junior high schools and high schools.

But not many boys of his age are interested in cooking. They are more enthusiastic about playing games than cooking.

Rather than taking charge of poorly used pots and pans, they want to wait for their parents to cook and then ask them to eat...

parents……

Knowing the reason why Dong Jian knew how to cook, the surprise in Xiang Jingxiang's eyes turned into softness.

Before she could smile, Sasaki came to her, bent down and took out the pair of slippers that belonged to Aunt Jingxiang, and placed them in front of her.

Then she stood up, naturally took off the bag on her shoulders, stood aside, and said with a smile:

"Welcome back, Aunt Jingxiang~"

Some were not used to it. No, it must have been because she had never enjoyed this kind of treatment from her family. She looked up at Sasaki with a slight smile and responded helplessly:

"Ah, um~"

But it’s the new year after all. After being caught off guard, he quickly regained his composure.

He stretched out his hand to support the wall, took off his shoes, put on stockings, and put his shiny little feet into slippers under the warm light above his head. Xiang Jingxiang asked with a gentle smile on his eyebrows:

"Have you eaten Fuumi?"

"Nope."

He responded softly.

Sasaki slung the bag in his arms over his shoulders, came behind her, put his hands on her soft shoulders, kneaded her gently to relax her, and pushed her slightly: