Elf: Rewriting the script, starting with Black Stocking Hanako

Jiang Chuan originally intended to push the door open and launch a surprise attack.

But seeing Hanako in this state...

He changed his mind again.

He raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.

Three soft sounds, exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

"who!"

Hanako's panicked voice came from inside the door, accompanied by a flurry of rustling hands and a dull thud as something fell to the ground.

She was so scared her heart almost stopped.

Her mind went blank, and for a few brief seconds, she completely forgot the fact that Jiang Chuan was the only person in the house besides herself.

"It's...it's me..." Jiang Chuan's voice came from outside the door, with a hint of deliberate doubt: "Hanako-nee, are you alright? I think I heard some noise coming from your room."

The moment she heard Jiang Chuan's voice, Hanako snapped back to reality.

God!

It's Jiangchuan!

How did he end up here!

Shouldn't he be asleep?

Hanako's face was burning hot. She looked around frantically, searching for her panties that she had somehow managed to slip off in her haste.

My gaze swept across the floor, under the bed, under the chair...

No!

There isn't anywhere!

I was so engrossed in my game that I didn't even notice where I threw it!

"I-I'm fine!" Hanako raised her voice, trying to make it sound normal. "It's just... just a little insomnia, so I'm... doing some exercise!"

As she spoke, she looked down at herself.

She was still wearing the pencil skirt, but it was all wrinkled, and...

She gritted her teeth, forgetting all about finding her panties, and quickly pulled her skirt down, trying to cover up more.

But this skirt isn't long to begin with, so no matter how long you pull it, it's only so long.

The coolness at the base of her thighs was a reminder of her current state.

"Hanako-nee?" Jiang Chuan's voice came from outside the door again, seemingly closer.

"Coming, coming!"

Hanako took a deep breath, haphazardly tidied her hair with her hands, wiped the corner of her mouth, and then jogged to the door.

She paused suddenly when she put her hand on the doorknob.

Door……

It's unlocked?

She gave it a gentle twist, and the door opened a crack.

Did I...didn't I lock the door?

Hanako's pupils trembled.

I was in such a rush that I forgot to lock the door after I came in.

Oh dear! Why am I in such a rush today?

The door wasn't even properly closed!

Those sounds just now...

Jiang Chuan... he's right outside the door...

How much did he hear?

Could it be that he... saw something?

Hanako's mind was buzzing, and a wave of shame overwhelmed her.

But since the person is already outside, we can't keep the door closed forever.

She shook her head, trying to shake off those chaotic thoughts, and finally took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Jiang Chuan, what's wrong?"

Hanako tried her best to keep her expression natural and her voice steady.

But her flushed cheeks, sparkling eyes, and slightly disordered breathing betrayed her.

Jiang Chuan stood at the door, his gaze falling on her, looking her up and down.

The fresh scent of Hanako, fresh from her bath, mixed with a hint of indescribable sweetness, wafted into his nostrils.

Her hair was still damp, clinging to her neck and collarbone.

The collar was askew, and the top two buttons had somehow come undone, revealing a patch of snow-white skin.

She pulled hard on the hem of her skirt, but it was still shockingly short.

Her two fair and slender legs were tightly pressed together, with her knees slightly turned inward, making her look tense and uneasy.

I'm a little thirsty, I'd like to have some water.

Jiang Chuan withdrew his gaze, his tone remaining unchanged:

"When I passed by, I thought I heard you calling me?"

He stared into Hanako's eyes and probed.

"what?"

Hanako's face flushed bright red instantly, like a ripe tomato.

Her eyes darted away nervously, avoiding Jiang Chuan's gaze.

"Did someone call you? No, no one did..."

Her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her skirt:

"You...you must have misheard me? Maybe I was...talking to myself?"

This explanation is weak and ineffective.

Even she herself didn't believe it.

"Is that so...?"

Jiang Chuan took a small step forward, closing the distance.

Hanako could even feel the heat emanating from him, mixed with a faint masculine scent, which made her heart beat even faster.

"Water, water!"

Hanako, as if grasping at a straw, quickly changed the subject:

"I have water! Come in, there's water inside."

She was stunned for a moment as soon as she said it.

How... how did we let him in?

This is her bedroom!

In the dead of night, looking like this, how could I let a man into my bedroom?

But the words have already been spoken.

and……

Deep down, in some hidden corner of my heart, I don't seem to be so resistant.

On the contrary... I'm kind of looking forward to it?

"it is good."

Jiang Chuan didn't give her a chance to back out and strode in.

Hanako inexplicably stepped aside and watched him walk into her private space.

Hanako's bedroom was small but tidy, filled with a faint sweet fragrance, like a mixture of floral scents and a woman's unique body odor.

The warm yellow light made the whole room feel cozy and intimate.

Jiang Chuan's gaze swept quickly across the area.

The swivel chair in front of the dressing table was tilted to one side, the cushion on it was a bit messy, and you could even see a faint crease from sitting on it.

There was a notebook on the table, with a pen sticking out.

"I have water here, but it's cold."

Hanako's back was to Jiangchuan, and her voice still trembled slightly:

"Let me heat it up for you. Drinking something hot is good for your health on a rainy day."

She hurriedly took a bottle of mineral water from a box next to her, her hands trembling slightly. It took her several twists to open the cap, and she poured the water into a portable kettle next to her.

Press the switch, and the kettle emits a slight "humming" sound, starting to work.

Jiang Chuan's gaze fell on the bedside table.

A small wooden cabinet, the drawers not fully closed, revealing a corner of pink fabric with lace trim.

Look at the shape and material...

Jiang Chuan's eyes deepened.

"Hanako-nee."

He suddenly spoke, his voice lower than usual.

"Huh? W-what's wrong?"

Hanako turned around, still holding an empty water bottle in her hand, like a shield in front of her chest.

"I just..."

Jiang Chuan took a step forward, bringing the two closer together until they could almost feel each other's breath.

"I really heard you call my name. I heard it very clearly."

His gaze was fixed on Hanako, not allowing her to look away.

"You...you must have misheard!"

Hanako's hand trembled, and the empty bottle almost fell to the ground.

Her lips trembled slightly, her eyes darted around, and she dared not look at Jiang Chuan.

"Is that so?"

Jiang Chuan suddenly turned around and locked the bedroom door with a "click".

The crisp sound of the latch engaging was particularly clear in the quiet room.

Hanako's heart skipped a beat at the sound.

"Why...why did you lock the door...?"

Her voice became even softer, tinged with obvious panic.

"I'm afraid Ibrahimovic might suddenly run in."

Jiang Chuan spoke without changing his expression, then added:

"But maybe I really misheard?"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! I misheard." Hanako nodded hurriedly, as if she had grabbed a piece of driftwood.

As she spoke, to increase her persuasiveness, she reached out and grabbed the notebook that was spread out on the table, roughly covering her chest as if it would give her a sense of security.

"I was just...making some travel plans! Yes, travel plans! I was just thinking about them, and maybe...I just started reading them aloud?"

That excuse is adorably lame.

"Is that so..."

Jiang Chuan drawled out the last syllable, his gaze slowly shifting to the bedside table drawer where a pink corner was peeking out.

He suddenly moved.

Instead of walking towards Hanako, he walked towards the bedside table.

"What...what are you doing!"

Hanako followed his gaze and instantly noticed the drawer that wasn't closed properly and the exposed pink fabric.

Her face flushed bright red, almost to the point of bleeding, and her mind went completely blank.

She stuffed it in there in her haste!

It wasn't stuffed in properly!

Just as Jiang Chuan's hand was about to touch the drawer, Hua Zi rushed forward without thinking, raised her hand first, and slammed it on the drawer with a "smack," blocking Jiang Chuan's movement with her body.

"You can't just look into a girl's closet!"

She tilted her head back, staring at Jiang Chuan, trying to make her expression serious, but her flushed face and darting eyes were completely unconvincing.

The two were now very close together.

Jiang Chuan could smell the increasingly strong, sweet fragrance emanating from her, a mixture of sweat and arousal.

"Is that so?"

Jiang Chuan suddenly laughed.

Instead of retreating, he took another half step forward, bracing his hands on the edges of the cabinet on either side of Hanako's body, trapping her between himself and the cabinet.

A gesture that is almost like an embrace.

A burning masculine aura instantly enveloped Hanako.

"Hanako-nee."

Jiang Chuan lowered his head, bringing his breath close to her ear, his hot breath spraying onto her earlobe and neck:

"I just..."

He paused deliberately, feeling the body in his arms suddenly tense up.

"I saw it."

"I saw what you were doing."

These words struck Hanako like a thunderbolt.

It's like pressing a switch.

She froze, as if the blood rushed to her head and then quickly receded, leaving her feeling dizzy.

They've been discovered...

They've really been discovered...

he saw...

I saw myself looking so pathetic...

"I...I can explain..."

Hanako's voice was so soft it sounded like a mosquito humming.

"I...I'm already so old, I'm already...I'm already..."

"Now that you're here again... always in my sight... it's inevitable... it's inevitable that..."

At this point, she bit her lip hard, realizing she had let something slip.

God!

What is she saying?!

Doesn't that amount to admitting it?

"Am I there?"

Jiang Chuan, however, caught the key words and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

It all fell into place naturally.

He no longer concealed his gaze, staring intently at Hanako's face, which was on the verge of tears from shame and panic.

"It seems that Hanako-nee is quite satisfied with me."

His tone carried a smile, and a hint of understanding.

"No, it wasn't me..."

Hanako wanted to deny it, but when she met Egawa's all-knowing eyes, all her words got stuck in her throat.

"Hanako-nee, it's only human nature, I can understand."

Jiang Chuan's voice softened, taking on a coaxing tone:

"I just happened to arrive, and you just happened to call my name..."

"Everything is just right..."

"How about, something a little more perfect?"

Their hot breaths mingled together.

"You...you didn't come here to get a drink of water?" Hanako made her last, weak mental struggle, her voice already weak and barely audible.

"yes."

Jiang Chuan glanced at the kettle beside him, which was still humming and the water hadn't boiled yet, and said something meaningful:

"Didn't you say the water needed to boil for a while longer?"

His gaze returned to Hanako's face, his fingers gently running through her loose, slightly damp brown hair, slowly combing it:

"Just keep burning it."

"But, but..." Hanako's brain was already overloaded, and in her confusion, she suddenly remembered an "important" reason:

"Your hand! Your hand isn't healed yet! The doctor said you can't move it around!"

She looked at Jiang Chuan's right hand, which was still bandaged, as if grasping at a last straw.

"This...?"

Jiang Chuan smiled, and under Hanako's surprised gaze, he slightly tightened his arm.

A soft "click" sounded.

The bandages and splints that were originally fixed to his arm were shaken apart and broke apart.

Jiang Chuan moved his wrist and clenched his fist. His arm could extend freely, showing no signs of injury.

"You! You!"

Hanako's pupils contracted sharply as she stared incredulously at his nimble arm.

"Are you done?"

"More or less," Jiang Chuan said casually, and began to unbutton his pajamas slowly with his "regained freedom" right hand. "I'm recovering a little faster than I expected."

Hanako's gaze followed his finger uncontrollably, and her throat bobbed involuntarily.

Deep down...

A sense of anticipation and longing welled up within me?

No, no!

"You, you bad guy!"

She forced herself to look away, trying to hide her excitement with anger: "You've recovered. Today, you even asked me to help you... to make things easier for you..."

"Hey, Hanako-nee, you've wronged me."

Jiang Chuan unbuttoned the last button, his pajamas opened, and he took a step forward, almost touching Hanako:

"I told you today that I could handle it myself, but you insisted on helping me!"

He ruthlessly exposed Hanako's little scheme.

"I...I was...that was..."

Hanako shrank back guiltily, her voice growing softer and softer.

Indeed, it was she who asked for it today; her ideas were too ambitious.

She wanted...she really wanted to...

Hanako already had a good impression of Egawa.

The man was young, strong, handsome, and possessed a wicked charm.

Living together day and night, receiving meticulous care, and engaging in intentional or unintentional touches and ambiguous relationships...

Today, he's even considered a figment of imagination.

Now, I am right here, my hot breath hitting her cheeks and neck.

Finally, Hanako relaxed and gently removed the hand that had been pressing down on her skirt.

She bit her already rosy lower lip and turned her head to the side.

"Then...then...be gentle when you drink water~"

Jiang Chuan chuckled as he looked at the resigned Hanako, then picked her up and placed her on a chair, deftly securing her ankle...