Tokyo: I was tricked into marrying a yandere ghost

After bringing Kawamata Kayako home, Kiyokawa Kiri ignored her.

Even the youngest child has self-esteem, and Kayako Kawamata was already feeling embarrassed because of her family situation.

Showing concern appropriately is fine; excessive concern will only make the other person feel more ashamed.

However, it was obviously not appropriate to just let the other person stare blankly. Fortunately, Kiyokawa Kiri had bought a few books for leisure before, and randomly picked one suitable for children for the other person. The two of them then sat on the tatami and read quietly.

The small room, less than 20 square meters, was so quiet that you could hear each other breathing.

However, Kayako Kawamata felt inexplicably at ease. What she was worried about was that Kiyokawa Kiri cared too much about her—a girl who was humble to the core, even the kindness others showed her seemed like the sun, and she felt naked in front of them, as if she would be burned.

The atmosphere right now is just right; in fact, it's the life Kayako Kawamata dreamed of.

In a small, perfectly sized room, you only need to turn your head slightly to see your lover's face. Only the soft sounds of your breathing and the movement of turning the pages of a book will attract your attention. That close, ambiguous feeling will make your heart pound.

It's like a dream...

Kayako Kawamata swallowed hard, completely oblivious to the book in her hands.

Her mind was filled with Kiyokawa Mist, and she couldn't help but steal glances at Kiyokawa Mist out of the corner of her eye. She didn't know what she was thinking, but her face immediately turned red with embarrassment.

Although she is still young, her precocious nature has already made her understand those things.

The reason I like small houses is because I love the feeling of being able to crawl over and hug each other intimately. Then, Kiyokawa Kiri would gently undress, and the two of us would share a passionate kiss. I had to bite my lip to try not to make a sound, otherwise the people upstairs and downstairs would hear...

How embarrassing!

Kayako's breathing quickened, and her gaze toward Kiyokawa Kiri became increasingly erratic.

The latter was completely unaware, remaining immersed in its own world.

He wasn't actually reading a book; he was silently chatting with Omi in his mind.

"I find you to be a strange person. As I've mentioned before, Kayako's spiritual power is very peculiar; she's probably the past incarnation of some terrifying being. I didn't expect you to dare bring her home. Aren't you afraid of dying?"

"You wouldn't understand, because you're not human."

Kiyokawa Kiri slowly turned a page of the book, muttering to himself.

"Actually, it's only now, after living this long, that I've vaguely come to understand..."

"Whether they are Japanese or anyone else, they are all, in the end, people who are harsh on others."

"In most people's eyes, it is a stupid thing to risk lending a helping hand. People are increasingly convinced of selfishness. I used to be like that too... But later I realized that people cannot get rid of their own contradictions. Only when you encounter similar events can you see your true thoughts."

In her previous life, Kiyokawa Kiri was also a self-interested person and despised those who would risk their lives to lend a helping hand.

At the time, he believed that his own interests were far more important than those of others.

But even someone like her, after seeing a child fall into the water, would jump in without hesitation to save them—Kiyokawa Kiri still remembers how she trembled and complained frantically after pulling the child ashore.

Actually, he himself didn't understand...

Even though I knew I would regret it afterward, and I knew beforehand that I would regret it afterward, I still jumped.

Only now does he vaguely understand that perhaps humans are inherently harsh on others, yet they are also unable to escape their own contradictions.

"I never thought I was such a soft-hearted god. Do you think my personality is suitable for being a male protagonist in a novel?"

[It's definitely a third-rate, clichéd novel]

This guy's words are so awful...

Kiyokawa Kiri's eyes twitched slightly, and he retorted a few words in an annoyed manner. Just as he was still enjoying arguing with Omi Kin, a "gurgling" sound suddenly rang out in the quiet room.

He was slightly taken aback and looked at Kayako Kawamata with some surprise, only to find that her face was flushed and she was pressing her lower abdomen in a panic.

"I, I..."

Kayako's small mouth was slightly open, clearly on the verge of tears.

To be so hungry in front of your crush—is there anything more embarrassing than that?!

Kawamata Kayako felt her face burning up and wished she could disappear into the ground, but Kiyokawa Kiri smiled with relief.

He slowly stood up and said softly, "Is Kayako hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

"I'm so sorry..."

Kawamata Kayako hung her head, not daring to meet Kiyokawa Kiri's gaze.

How embarrassing! How could I embarrass myself like this in front of my uncle?

Will the other person think that I have no ladylike reserve at all, making such strange noises in someone else's house? Will I really be someone who is just annoying?

Just thinking about it made Kayako Kawamata feel inexplicably aggrieved, and her nose even started to sting.

"Don't worry about it. I didn't eat dinner either. Just think of it as eating with me." Kiyokawa Kiri laughed heartily.

He bought a lot of ingredients and took the opportunity to prepare tomorrow's bento boxes in advance.

Come to think of it, this seems to be the first time he has cooked Chinese food since his memories were awakened.

Tonight's dinner at Kawakami's house was Japanese-style, since they didn't have many ingredients or seasonings, so the quality of the food they could cook was limited.

But tonight is different. Qingchuan Wu specially ran the entire commercial street and bought a lot of expensive ingredients, including expensive imported ingredients such as pork belly and garlic sprouts.

For two people, you don't need to cook too much; just a couple of simple dishes will suffice.

Kiyokawa Kiri guessed that the other person was just a small child and probably couldn't eat too much.

We'll use the remaining ingredients to make cold dishes, which we'll bring to Kawakami Tomie tomorrow.

"Uncle, I'll help wash the vegetables, okay?"

Kayako Kawamata said weakly from the side.

She didn't want to get something for nothing; she already owed Kiyokawa Mist too many favors.

With her meager personal value, she could never repay him. Now, seeing that he was actually willing to cook for her, she felt both sweet and happy, but also somewhat apprehensive and uneasy. After all, the greater the inequality in their status, the more embarrassed she would feel.

Fortunately, Kiyokawa Kiri did not refuse. Instead, she took out the small garlic sprouts and solemnly taught her how to handle them.

Kayako Kawamata breathed a quiet sigh of relief, followed by immense excitement.

She couldn't help but start fantasizing—for example, after Kiyokawa Kiri came home from get off work, she would kneel down at the entrance and personally help him take off his shoes, then sweetly ask him if he wanted to take a shower first, or eat first, or...

Sensing the unique aura of Kiyokawa Kiri beside her, Kayako Kawamata's breathing became even heavier.

She even felt her legs going weak, so she quickly squeezed her thighs together to banish the perverted thoughts in her mind and began to focus on processing the garlic sprouts.