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

Lips are the only major difference between the mother and son's faces.

The lips of the evil woman Xun are thin and delicate, a perfect cherry mouth; while Ah Xun's lips are wide, which, combined with his overall facial features, makes him look particularly extraordinary, and he is truly a first-class blessed face.

The more she looked at him, the more strange feelings Princess Fu Ji felt in her heart.

During the twelve years she was imprisoned in the Pure Land, in addition to studying Buddhism, she would occasionally read some classical palace novels to pass the time.

Many palace novels have depicted scenes of men and women singing poems in duets. The male character who sings the praises of "hopeless love" should have a face like Ah Xun...and on the other side of the story, whether it is a lowly palace maid, an elegant lady or a female official, they are all dedicated to the pursuit of love. If the matter of being loved is excluded, no matter how much power one holds, it is meaningless.

When Princess Fu Ji saw these things in the past, she always found it difficult to understand.

Women should have their own lives, why should they rely on men...

But now looking at Ah Xun, she suddenly understood.

If Ah Xun told her to give up everything, she would not have any complaints.

As she thought of this, Her Royal Highness' smooth breathing suddenly became disordered.

A blush quietly appeared on her fair cheeks.

"Ok?"

Iinuma Isao was puzzled.

As Her Royal Highness's breathing became disordered, her upper body began to sway slightly.

You have to know how perfect her body is. When she shook, a lock of silver hair fell diagonally along her forehead, just covering her slightly shy pretty face.

Her eyes were half-closed, her eyebrows were slightly red, revealing the unique charm of a woman.

"Okay, I'm full. My stomach can't hold any more!" Iinuma Isao quickly stood up.

Princess Fu Ji opened her eyes and looked at him.

Just like when she ate Ah Xun's food, most of it was swallowed, and a small part flowed out from the corners of her mouth.

However, she was not as calm as Ah Xun. After swallowing, she would become slightly absent-minded, with blurred eyes and rosy face, just like the goddess of love in Greek legend...

In the spring light, Her Royal Highness the Concubine stretched out her finger with a charming and seductive look and wiped away the white foam at the corner of his mouth.

Then, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, closed like the leaves of a mimosa, and slowly pressed her red lips forward.

This time it wasn't about combing the child's feathers.

But she felt that kissing made her very happy, so she simply wanted to kiss Ah Xun.

In the bright sea of ​​light in late spring, the fragrance is everywhere.

Holding her slightly trembling body and enjoying her tenderness, Iinuma Isao suddenly realized that something was different.

Your Highness seems a little shy...

Does this girlish attitude mean that her feelings towards her family have deteriorated?

Maybe it has changed a bit...

"Whoo~"

Princess Fuki raised her head.

Her mouth was slightly open, her breath smelled like orchid, and her long silver hair was disheveled.

The neckline was half open, revealing the delicate collarbone and half of the neck. The skin, originally as smooth as silk, now had a charming blush.

Ah, no, if I continue like this it would be a crime... Iinuma Isao didn't even bother to wipe his saliva. He quickly took out his cell phone, opened Line, found Angel's profile picture, and sent her a message.

[Xun: Are you free? Come out and accompany me]

After sending it, he felt that it was too much to send such text to another woman in front of Fu Ji.

So I quickly added one more sentence.

【Xun: I learned it! 】

Princess Fu Ji tilted her head slightly, her eyes red, and watched him quietly contacting other women. She is truly a good wife and mother.

Oh my god, this possessiveness is too strong... Iinuma Isao held the phone in his hand, his heart beating wildly.

Hey~

Reply to the message.

[Iori: So fast? ]

[Xun: I am a genius! ]

[Iori: Come to me, I'll take you somewhere]

Iinuma Isao put down his phone, looked at the princess's ruby-like double models, and said sincerely: "Although she is young and has the advantage of being a latecomer, she is A! In this regard, she is completely incomparable to you, so you don't have to be so nervous."

"I'm not nervous!" Her Highness chuckled, her lips curled up, "Take me with you, I want to see her."

"..."

Iinuma Isao's forehead was covered with sweat. "I'm going to do some serious work! And it's not dangerous. I'll be back soon."

"Really?" The red in Her Royal Highness's eyes gradually faded, and she smiled gently: "Then go after breakfast. I'll wait for you at home. Remember, you must go home before dark, otherwise I will look for you."

"Mmmmm~"

Ionuma Isao nodded desperately.

Although Her Royal Highness is a little sickly, she still trusts him. I hope he comes back on time before dark... Well, he must be alive!

Chapter 79 Lift up your skirt so I can see your legs

The sky was cloudless and boundless.

Iinuma Isao left the Imperial Palace and took a taxi directly to Shinjuku Station.

Angel was waiting for him in an upscale cafe next to the station. There were not many people in the shop. She sat alone by the window, with a kind of lonely and arrogant beauty that was isolated from the world.

The boy couldn't help but slow down.

She rested her left elbow on the table, supported her chin with the back of her hand, and looked out the window at the bustling downtown Shinjuku. In her right hand, she held a silver spoon and slowly stirred the unfinished coffee in the cup. On the small plate next to her was an exquisite mousse cake.

She probably wouldn't eat the cake, Iinuma Isao thought, rich people's waste is so plain and boring.

He walked to the window and knocked on the glass.

The angel glanced at him and waved her little hand, motioning him to come in.

When Iinuma Isao came in, she pointed at the coffee and mousse cake on the table and said in a cold voice: "Eat these things, hurry up!"

"Did you buy it for me?" Iinuma Isao asked curiously.

Huacheng Iori lifted up her long hair and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm not as stupid as you. I won't be so stupid as to try to impress you with such small favors. I simply ordered it and then had no appetite, and you just happened to be here, that's all."

"..."

Iinuma Isao picked up the cake and coffee and put them into his mouth together, chewing while glaring at her.

For your aunt's sake, I will spare your life for now... He kept repeating this sentence in his mind.

Hanashiro Iori, who could hear this, picked up the backpack next to him with an indifferent look, put it in front of him, and went to the front desk to check out.

Iinuma Isao swallowed his coffee and cake and put on his backpack.

The angel pushed the door open and walked out.

The wind blew in from the gaps between the tall buildings.

Her long hair was draped over her shoulders and fluttered slightly back in the wind, which fully enhanced her ladylike temperament.

Iinuma Isao followed her and walked into the station side by side with her.

Shinjuku Station, known as the busiest station in the world, has people standing on every floor tile from the square to the entrance.

In this vast crowd, the girl, who is not very tall and wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and a black high-waisted skirt, stands out from the crowd.

Not to mention her exquisite and flawless face, slender and well-proportioned legs, black hair that looks gorgeous in the sun and other external things, just the kind of "holy light" that diffuses outward from her body makes people feel that she is an angel sent to the earth.

If this girl had a normal personality, she would be the goddess of so many people... Iinuma Isao couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

Huacheng Iori turned around and raised his eyebrows provocatively: "She is still a goddess even if she has an abnormal personality!"

"If you were more normal, you would gain more people's love..." Iinuma Isao said sincerely.

After he finished speaking, the angel smiled gently, a very pure smile.

In the past, when she laughed, it was either out of pride or to mock him; in short, it was very deliberate.

This was the second time that Iinuma Isao had seen such a pure smile.

Amid the huge crowd at the entrance of Shinjuku Station, Hanashiro Iori put one hand on her waist, her chin slightly raised, "Iinuma-san, you have to understand one thing: no matter how much others admire me, I don't care. I just want to make you heartbroken!"

Iinuma Isao pondered it carefully for a while, then asked her with a puzzled look, "Did my mother do something strange to you, so she wants me to take the blame for her? If so, please tell me directly, and I will scold her with you."

This "you" naturally refers to Ryoko.

"Your mother has done nothing wrong to me, but if you insist on saying it's her fault, that's fine too." Huacheng Iori smiled, turned around, put his hands behind his back, and jumped forward two or three times lightly, "You two, you've never even looked at me..."

She walked briskly and her movements were fluid.

But the tone seems a little wrong, and it also feels a bit yandere!

Help! Why, apart from old ladies, the only abnormal women I meet are abnormal women? Will they unite and stab me with axes one day in the future... Iinuma Isao followed with his bag on his back, and the two of them entered the station together and boarded the train to Minato Ward.

There are many people in the carriage, so it is not convenient to talk.

The two of them stood in the last carriage, she leaned against the door, and Iinuma Isao opened his arms to block her, to prevent anyone from rubbing against her because it was too crowded, not to mention her body, even her clothes would be blocked.

On the way, she had no desire to communicate, and took out a pair of women's sunglasses and a black mask from her backpack and put them on.

"Like a female artist hiding from paparazzi." Iinuma Isao complained.

Huacheng Iori replied coldly: "You have to wear it too."

"I'll listen to you." Iinuma Isao would not contradict her on serious matters.

Arriving at the port area, after getting off the bus, Huacheng Iori took out a hooded jacket from his backpack and put it on. Then he neatly tied his loose hair into a single ponytail.

The elegant young lady suddenly turned into a lively and beautiful girl.

Without the cover of her black hair, her swan-like white neck was completely exposed to the air.