Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

After breakfast, Mizuki Hanakawa emptied the food scraps into the trash can and put the dishes in the dishwasher.

"I'm going to change my clothes, wait for me."

"Do you need my help? I promise I'll pick out the best outfit for you." Han Chuanyou's eyes gleamed with eagerness.

Han Chuan Meiyue rolled her eyes at him: "Dream on, I think you just want to pick out an inner layer for me."

"Isn't that about the same?"

When Meiyue came downstairs again, the lazy, homey style she had just worn had completely changed, and her temperament had become mature and charming.

Her oval face was lightly made up, making her features even more charming.

A well-tailored dress accentuated her perfect figure, while a stylish leather belt highlighted her slender waist. Her delicate collarbones shone brightly, and she wore hoop earrings on her earlobes.

"It's so beautiful."

Han Chuan Mizuki's lips, adorned with lip gloss, curved slightly upwards:

"I told you to study hard, but your vocabulary is so limited. All you can say to praise someone is these few words."

"Questioning my vocabulary? That's because you're so stunned you can't think of any other words."

"Glib-tongued."

"How did Mizuki know? Want to try some?" Han Chuan You leaned closer, staring into her captivating peach blossom eyes, then lowered his gaze to her full, moist lips, making him want to suck and bite them to see what they tasted like.

"Get out of here, or I'll beat you up before I leave to make you behave."

Han Chuan Mei Yue shoved the handbag into his hand.

"I'm leaving now. I haven't bought you any new clothes for the start of school. I'll buy you a few sets today."

"I still need to buy clothes."

Han Chuanyou really wasn't interested in shopping, especially buying clothes. Although he had plenty of energy now, shopping was more mentally exhausting than physically exhausting.

"What else can you do when you go shopping if you don't buy clothes?"

"Want to spend the whole day at the arcade?"

"I'm not really interested in games. I'll let you play for a little while when I get back."

She tossed her beautiful, smooth, long hair, the ends of which carried a faint fragrance.

"Keep up, let's go."

Shinjuku South Exit.

After finding a parking space, Han Chuan Mei Yue excitedly opened the car door and got out.

"Come on, stop looking so gloomy."

Mizuki naturally took his hand in front of him, and the soft touch through his clothes soothed Han Chuan You's heart. Only at this moment could he openly and silently take advantage of Mizuki without getting beaten up.

Getting excited!

He rubbed his elbows together, looking refreshed, and nodded solemnly under Mizuki's disapproving look, saying, "Let's go! Today, I'm Mizuki's dog."

"Keep your voice down."

Han Chuan Meiyue almost lost her composure. She glanced around, then raised her hand and tapped his head, making it sound like they were playing some kind of erotic game.

Shinjuku was unusually lively on its day off. It was as if the bloody incident a few days ago had never happened. The crowds were still surging, and the big screen outside the building was flashing all sorts of "GG" (a Chinese internet slang term for bad luck).

The two entered Takashimaya Times Square and wandered among the dazzling array of shops.

In a corner of the clothing store, Han Chuan Meiyue picked out a short-sleeved shirt for Han Chuan You, and then pinched his arm with her slender fingers.

"These muscles are getting stronger and stronger. It feels like they were just a little guy who barely reached my chest not long ago."

"Of course, wouldn't you like to experience something even more exciting?"

As she spoke, Han Chuanyou pulled her hand and stuffed it into her clothes.

"Don't act crazy in public."

I thought I was going to grab something strange, but instead I touched a firm and well-defined abdominal muscle.

Mitsuki Hankawa was silent for a moment.

When it was discovered that Han Chuan You wasn't as twisted as he seemed, then who was the twisted one?

"How's it going? Pretty cool, right? Aren't my abs more defined?"

"Tsk, not exciting enough."

"what?"

……

Throughout the day, the two didn't spend the entire time shopping. They walked around and stopped frequently, finding places to rest when they got tired, just like an ordinary young couple on a weekend date.

Their striking good looks attracted a lot of attention wherever they went, but they were already used to it.

After a tiring afternoon of shopping, the two came to a beautifully decorated dessert shop. The shop seemed to have just opened, as there weren't many people inside, and the air was filled with the aroma of milk and the sweet smell of caramel.

They chose to sit in a corner by the window.

Han Chuanyou gazed at the scenery outside the window.

The dessert shop is on the ninth floor, offering a fantastic view. The skyscrapers of Shinjuku unfold under the afternoon sun, and Yoyogi Park can be vaguely seen in the distance. The trams weave between the buildings like slowly moving toys.

Han Chuan You ordered a parfait cup, while Mi Yue ordered a Basque cake with matcha ice cream.

After the waiter left, Han Chuan Meiyue rubbed her lower back and frowned.

"I've been a bit lazy lately, so I'll start exercising after I finish this dessert."

"Mizuki, have you ever heard this saying?"

"What did you say?"

"Once you say something like that, the same words will always be repeated in the next situation, and the best way to break this curse is..."

"What is it?"

"Give me your share."

As he spoke, Han Chuan You reached out with his spoon toward the plate of Basque cake.

Han Chuan Mei Yue glared at him: "Are you itching for a beating?"

"No, what I mean is, you have a great figure, you're not fat at all, and you don't need to lose weight."

"That's more like it."

Meiyue picked up her fork with satisfaction, cut off a small piece of cake, put it in her mouth, squinted her eyes, and looked content.

A few seconds later, she cut another piece and held the fork to Han Chuan You's lips: "Try it."

Han Chuanyou opened his mouth to catch it, the slight bitterness of the caramel and the creaminess of the cheese melting on his tongue. He savored it and gave his evaluation:

"Sweet but not cloying, delicious, it tastes like Mizuki."

"Don't say such strange things in public."

"I mean, Mizuki, you're as sweet as the Basques."

"Whether it's true or not, you know it in your heart."

Han Chuanyou smiled and looked at the young couple cuddling together not far away. The couple's interaction was extremely intimate, filled with the sweet and sour smell of love.

He sighed and couldn't help but say:

"Mizuki, I want to be in a relationship."

Mizuki glanced at him with her peach blossom eyes and said calmly:

"Go ahead and talk, do you think I can stop you?"

Han Chuanyou became interested and leaned forward slightly:

"Do you want me to review it for you? Otherwise, it would be so embarrassing if I made a fool of myself when I'm out with girls."

"uh-huh?"

Meiyue smiled, propped her chin up, and gestured for him to continue.

Han Chuan You picked up a filled cookie from the parfait and gestured, "Want to try the finger cookie challenge? Let me experience what it's like to be in love."

Mizuki glanced at the cookie:

"So that's what you were waiting for. I guess you just wanted to take advantage of me."

"It's normal between siblings; this is a good opportunity to test how deep our relationship is."

Han Chuanyou seized the opportunity and handed her the filled biscuit.

"Besides, I've spent the whole day shopping with you. Consider it a reward for me, please, Mizuki."

"The reward you're asking for is really outrageous." Han Chuan Mei Yue shook her head, her gaze lingering on the boy's face for a moment. "No way, what if we end up kissing?"

"We've kissed before when we were kids, so this is a perfect ending to our shopping trip."

Mizuki stared at the boy in front of her for two seconds, her heart surging with emotion. For some reason, she still reached out and took the cookie.

"Just this once," she mumbled, biting one end of the cookie. "If you dare touch my lips, I'll throw you off the ninth floor."

I love you to death.

Han Chuan You nodded quickly, leaned forward, and eagerly bit into the other end of the cookie.