I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

Kira Yoshikage remained unmoved.

The man seemed puzzled, holding his chin in discouragement and "staring" at Ji Liang Yoshikage.

After a short while, he patted his head and took out a pair of... legs from his pockets—female legs.

"..."

Kira Yoshikage glanced at him blankly - 'When will this absurd dream end? '

Being looked at by Yoshikage Kira with indifferent eyes, the man was not discouraged.

Putting those legs down, he pulled out of his pocket a pair of...hands—female hands.

The hands were very white, and even the folds at the knuckles were white and tender.It has long fingers, clear palm lines and just the right length of manicured nails.

'It's good hands'

Kira Yoshikage thought and opened his eyes.

- Yes, it is open.

Its daybreak.

Kira Yoshikage stared at the ceiling and frowned for a while, then rubbed his temples and got up.

'I always feel...as if I'm dreaming about something'

With this subtle feeling, Kira Yoshikage got up and walked to the kitchen with a water glass.

There were deep wrinkles between his brows, and he lowered his head to think about the dream of last night.

'It was indeed a dream, yes...'

'But......'

——The content of the dream was completely forgotten.

Kira Yoshikage shook his head and leaned against the dining table to look at the wall clock on the wall.

- The pointer points to 8:25 in the morning.

Gee.

Have you slept for so long?

At this moment, Kira Yoshikage could vaguely realize that something was wrong - no, he could definitely be wrong!

But where exactly he did not know.

"Jiying! Jiying!!"

Kira Yoshihiro's voice interrupted Kira Yoshikage's thoughts.

The old man was very energetic, and he stepped on the wooden floor with strong steps in the early morning, making the sound of "dong dong" footsteps.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Kira Yoshikage raised her head unhappily: "What are you doing early in the morning..."

In the middle of the sentence, Kira Yoshikage suddenly stopped.

His eyes widened slightly, looking at the things in his father's hands.

After a while, he strode forward and grabbed his father's wrist, asking, "Where did it come from?!"

——In the hands of Mr. Yoshihiro Kira, there are a pair of... hands.

female hand.

Like every detail has been finely adjusted, it is like a measure of "perfect".

"I also want to ask you about Jiying! This is really not you..."

"no!"

Kira Yoshikage smacked his lips and stared at the hands with a gloomy face: "Where did you come from?"

"...mail, mailbox."

Chapter 024 Destruction or Retention (2/4)

Mail? !

So blatantly? !

Gee!

Kira Yoshikage frowned sharply, let go of Kira Yoshihiro's hand and walked outside the house.

Open the mailbox -

It was still stuffed with newspapers and publications, with bloodstains covering part of the writing.

Looking down at the ground -

No bloodstains.

Kira Yoshikage closed the mailbox and walked out of the front yard.

There was no blood on the left and right roads or on the walls.