Tokyo: Starting from staying at my mother's bestie's house

In the following days, the old lady's physical feelings lingered in Iinuma Isao's mind and he could not forget them for a long time.

Not only that, every time he practiced swordsmanship, her noble and pretty figure always seemed to appear vaguely in front of his eyes.

As if my soul had been hooked away, my heart was always concerned about that graceful figure, and I always felt her subtle fragrance lingering around me.

This feeling was something he had never experienced before.

Strange, mysterious, heartfelt and confusing, it will make you intoxicated and restless.

"Hey, tell me, am I in love?"

In the corridor in front of the tea room, Iinuma Isao asked the angel this.

The angel was planting flowers and ignored him.

The open space in front of the teahouse is a garden with various flowers.

A group of nimble little birds were perching on the branches of the cherry trees, and on the sunny side of the roof, a big cat was squinting its eyes to bask in the sun.

In the vague morning light, the ethereal and elegant angel is busy working.

She was wearing a long-sleeved denim overalls, cream cotton trousers, and stained tennis shoes.

She looks like a florist.

Iinuma Isao looked more closely and found that she was wearing white work gloves and working with a small shovel.

These ordinary-looking clothes were one size too big, and it looked like they were not hers...but the inappropriate size did not affect the angel's natural and unpretentious temperament. She did not look like a rich lady, but more like the daughter of a real flower farmer.

"Hey, did you hear my question?" Iinuma Isao raised his voice.

"Iinuma-kun, stop talking nonsense like that. You don't deserve love! However, I can clearly point out that you have a natural charm for women. I hope you take care of yourself. It will be of great benefit in the future."

At this point, the angel raised his head and looked at the eaves thoughtfully: "It's not bad actually. If a man wants to rise to the top, relying on a woman is the most labor-saving shortcut."

"To be honest, this is exactly my ideal!" Iinuma Isao answered half-jokingly and half-seriously, "It's just that I lack experience in this area. Is there any book I can refer to?"

"Do you want to succeed or fail?"

"One copy each."

"The Red and the Black by Stendhal, and A Belle Amigo by Maupassant."

"I will definitely read it carefully!"

Iinuma Isao bowed seriously, holding his bamboo sword, and continued to practice swordsmanship under the falling cherry blossoms.

Huacheng Iori waved a small shovel and covered a few plants with soil.

Various insects are chirping in the courtyard, and the wind is blowing through the branches, playing a complex melody unique to spring.

After a while, Iinuma stopped to rest, drank some water and asked her, "What are you planting?"

"Mandragora," the angel replied.

"Different flowers?" Fan Yanxun looked at the seedlings.

The angel smiled and turned around: "See how to use it."

"What month did it bloom?" asked Iinuma Isao.

The angel smiled faintly: "I plan to let it open next month."

There seemed to be a command in her words.

Command flowers to bloom?

Fan Zhaoxun thought, she really thinks she is an angel.

"Do you know it is Tora?" the angel suddenly asked.

"Know something."

"The whole plant of this flower is poisonous. Its extract, flavonoids, has the functions of calming the mind, sedation, analgesia, anesthesia, and hallucination..."

When the angel said this, his voice was so soft that it would be blown away by a strong wind.

Iinuma Isao listened attentively, but despite his best efforts he could only understand the general idea.

"What's your purpose for saying this?" he asked cautiously.

The angel smiled but said nothing.

Those warm, shining black eyes looked straight at him, as if waiting for him to fall into the trap.

Riddler, get out of Huacheng's house... Iinuma Isao looked down on her and continued practicing sword.

When I get tired of practicing, I read a book or listen to Spanish radio;

Occasionally, I would admire the cherry blossoms and have snacks with the angels on the eaves.

The two of them are becoming more and more like old friends who have known each other for many years and can talk about anything without any restrictions.

Two people who had only known each other for a week seemed to have a sense of intimacy between them, as if they could feel trust, intimacy and admiration from each other.

Iinuma Isao didn't know why, but Hanashiro Iori knew.

But the angel didn't tell him.

The angel wants to keep the secret to himself...

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March passed quickly and April arrived.

The relationship between Iinuma Isao and Hanashiro Anzi has progressed from sleeping once every three days to once every day.

As night fell, Huacheng Xingzi turned her back to the door, silently looking at the night scene outside the window.

I don’t know how long it had been, but when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, the door opened gently.

Then someone tiptoed onto his bed and lay down beside him.

The man didn't say anything, but the faint scent of verbena actually exposed his identity.

Huacheng Xingzi thinks this is very immoral.

But she can't leave him.

As the mistress, she must get enough sleep to ensure that her body and mind are in the best condition so as to deal with the crisis that may come at any time.

As for Iinuma Isao.

He is very distressed now.

My wife's favorability is stuck at 49, almost reaching 50.

and……

His wife slept well, but he started to suffer from insomnia!

The night was quiet, Huacheng Xingzi's breathing became more and more steady, and she soon fell asleep.

God, please have mercy on my young body, it’s about to explode… Iinuma Isao cried out in his heart.

The soft night, Aunt Xingzi's soft and boneless body, and the faint body fragrance stimulated him, making him dazed and increasingly unconscious.

In a blurry, ambiguous state where he couldn't tell whether he was awake or asleep, he vaguely came to another place.

"Ah Xun, do you like it..."

Gradually, a figure appeared in front of me, it was Huacheng Xingzi.

She was wearing a bikini that covered very little area, and she looked at herself with flushed cheeks, revealing her seductive curves.

Her belly was beautiful, her thighs were sexy, and her fair skin was gleaming in the sun…

"This dress is so embarrassing..."

Huacheng Xingzi twisted her body, put one hand across her chest and covered her lower body with the other hand, trying to hide her proud body.

But such shy body language and facial expressions make him look even more erotic.

"I like it..." Iinuma Isao couldn't help but take a step forward.

As a result, he slipped and fell to the ground.

"Hey, be careful..."

Huacheng Xingzi pounced on him all of a sudden.

Iinuma Isao was pinned down firmly.

"Hmm? Ah Xun is full of energy now, what a lovely and innocent little man..." Hua Cheng Xingzi bit his earlobe with her lips and slowly raised her hips, "Leave it to Auntie from now on, I promise to make you happy..."

then……

Iinuma Isao opened his eyes from the bed.

The time is April 4rd, 3: in the morning.

It was a sunny day outside the window. The bright sunlight shone on the big bed, making the foreheads of both people sparkle.

Iinuma Isao turned his head and looked at Hanashiro Anko who was sleeping beside him.

Coincidentally, Huacheng Xingzi also opened her eyes.

Her eyes were a little hazy, as if she was recalling the afterglow of the beautiful dream just now, followed by a little shyness, but soon she put on a poker face again.

"I'm going to take a shower." Huacheng Xingzi said coldly.

That warm body left the bed.

"I'm going to prepare breakfast."

Iinuma Isao left with a hunched back.

Huacheng Xingzi seemed to notice something and her face turned red instantly.

That morning, five pairs of underwear were hung out to dry in the Huacheng family's mansion, with one extra pair for men and one for women.

"Damn, am I falling for this old woman's trick?"

Iinuma Isao fell into deep doubt.

He slept in the same bed with his wife for several days, and he felt the fragrance of her body and her soft and warm skin were indescribable.

He also frankly admitted that his feelings towards his wife had become more subtle...