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

The black dress releases her feminine and charming nature, arousing people's imagination.

The long-untied hair bun not only does not look vulgar at all, but instead makes the beauty's temperament and features more perfect.

Iinuma Isao's eyes moved over her.

The old lady is so beautiful tonight that she just wants to be loved.

The boy looked at her carefully with a sense of novelty, like a collector appreciating an antique. She had soft and warm black hair, and her skin was white and delicate. She was really a rare and noble beauty.

Being stared at by him like that, Huacheng Xingzi felt uncomfortable all over.

He smiled and she smiled back.

It felt a little awkward somehow, but it was an extremely sweet moment.

She still isn't used to this kind of sweetness.

He turned over and buried his face in the pillow. After a long time, he finally uttered, "I, I'm a little nervous. Please talk to me first..."

Hearing this, Iinuma Isao straightened his back and sat up beside her legs, holding her legs in his hands.

He lifted up a corner of the skirt, revealing a smooth and delicate calf.

He placed his hands on the old aunt's calves and kneaded them gently. Her delicate skin was wrapped in flesh-colored stockings and felt smooth.

Huacheng Xingzi has become accustomed to the feeling of her feet in his hands. Not only does she not reject it, she also enjoys it very much.

The flesh-colored silk is thin and translucent, and the snow-white jade feet are clearly visible.

She sat up, leaning against the bedside table, with her legs stretched out in his hands, and said helplessly: "Sister Xun strictly forbids me to have any relationship with you, but how can I explain to her when you are like this..."

"My mom also strictly forbids me to like you." Iinuma Isao said with a smile.

"Eh?" Huacheng Xingzi blinked her narrow and long phoenix eyes, with a puzzled look, "Then why do you have to like me?"

"First of all, you are worthy of my love." Iinuma Isao said, lifting her feet to admire them. "Secondly, I have been living according to my mother's wishes since I was a child. At my age now, I should start to rebel more or less, don't you think?"

"How can you be so rebellious!" Huacheng Xingzi couldn't help but step on his face with her feet.

Ionuma Isao took a deep sniff.

A special smell of perfume, mixed with a slight smell of high-heeled leather and the sour smell of sweat, this smell rushed straight to the top of my head.

Really awesome!

"Tsk, you should understand your sister Xun's mind a little bit, right?" Iinuma Xun was intoxicated, his fingertips stroking the stockings on her ankles, as if he was accusing, or showing off, talking about his mother, "Self-righteous, controlling, and likes to show off... She doesn't let me like you because she wants to tie my heart to her, you know."

Huacheng Xingzi leaned against the head of the bed and gasped comfortably: "Your mother is quite petty... I even suspect that she might regard her daughter-in-law as a love rival."

"You are her love rival!" Iinuma Isao moved his gaze from her feet to her beautiful face.

"Go away, you are kidding!" Hua Cheng Xingzi pressed her foot on the bridge of his nose and pushed him back hard. "If you keep talking nonsense, I will charter a private jet to take you back to Hokkaido."

"I'll go back with you this New Year." Iinuma took her feet off and said seriously, "We were classmates and best friends in the past, and now we are mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. I am happy just thinking about that scene."

Huacheng Xingzi glared at him fiercely.

After a moment, she sighed softly and said reminiscingly, "I haven't seen Sister Xun for a long time. It seems that we haven't seen each other since she got pregnant with you and went to Hokkaido."

"How did she get pregnant with me?" Iinuma Isao couldn't help but ask.

Huacheng Xingzi said helplessly: "I really don't know about this, anyway, I got pregnant without any warning."

"Do you know my father?" asked Iinuma Isao.

"I don't know." Huacheng Xingzi shook her head, looking a little confused. "Didn't she tell you?"

"No." Iinuma Isao was also helpless, "She said I came into her belly from a mirror, and I don't have a father at all."

"Kids wouldn't believe such jokes." Hua Cheng Xingzi couldn't help laughing, "But, from what I've seen from knowing her over the years, she does seem like someone who can make up stories..."

"How long have you known Mom?"

"Well, let me think..." Huacheng Xingzi fell into memories and thought for a long time, her eyes becoming more and more confused and blurred, "I don't remember it very clearly. It should be college, but I had a good relationship with Sister Xun in college, so, high school... Strange, what happened in high school, I can't remember it at all..."

"What do you mean you can't remember?"

Huacheng Xingzi patted her head and smiled helplessly: "I always feel like I have lost a part of my high school memories."

"Is there such a thing?"

"Yes, it feels very dramatic, almost like a novel."

"The loss of a high school memory, could it be related to the first love that I've been thinking about?" Iinuma Isao shook his head and said with a smile, "Like a romance novel, or like a girl's comic."

After hearing this, Huacheng Xingzi couldn't help but frown.

She really wanted to yell at the boy, telling him that she had never liked anyone else.

But the throbbing feeling deep in her heart made her feel a little unsure...

Iinuma Isao noticed her expression change and realized that he had said the wrong thing.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore." Iinuma Xun let go of her little feet, moved forward and hugged her body, "No matter what you were like in the past, I don't care. Anyway, I already like you..."

Huacheng Xingzi lay in his arms, smelling the perfume made with verbena.

My heart, which was already full of hope and happiness, was now intoxicated; at the same time, thinking of what was about to happen tonight, I couldn't help feeling hot all over and itchy in my heart.

But her modesty as a mistress still made her react calmly.

Faced with the boy's confession, Huacheng Xingzi was neither surprised nor displeased, nor did she show any smug and coquettish attitude to win the boy's heart.

Resting her head on his broad chest, she spoke slowly: "Ah, if you like me, just like me. But I am sure that your love for me will not last long."

"Why do you think so?" asked Iinuma Isao.

"Because it's completely futile, you'll soon understand the reason." Huacheng Xingzi said frankly, "It is precisely because your love will not last that I am here to accept what you are going to do tonight."

Iinuma Isao sighed, "It's impossible to control emotions. How can you make such a statement?"

Huacheng Xingzi looked at him and said, "Although I have never been in love, love is nothing more than a kind of desire. In the past thirty years, I have cut off close contact with anyone who has shown any love for me. There is no exception. Because, first of all, I hate them; secondly, I think they are like mad dogs that can go crazy at any time, so I have doubts about their character."

She spoke in a low and gentle voice, which sounded like the sound of stringed instruments.

Iinuma Isao listened quietly.

"Love, in the eyes of you men, is a kind of desire. In my opinion, it is different. I believe that love should be a union of souls. So when I say 'Platonic love', it is not just a perfunctory excuse to you. Please... turn your eyes to me."

Iinuma Isao's gaze, which had just shifted away, turned back again.

The smile on Huacheng Xingzi's face slowly disappeared. Her face was calm as she spoke word by word, "Please listen carefully. I will never be able to maintain a long-term physical relationship with a man who cannot be married. If you want me to be like your mistress, you might as well give up as soon as possible... Now that we have said it, after tonight, we are still the elder and the younger. Maybe if you are a little greedy, we can also become true friends without any distractions. What do you think?"

Iinuma Isao suddenly realized that having said this, it was tantamount to a showdown.

The old lady, who is traditional and conservative in character and loyal in love, cannot accept a relationship that has been buried underground for a long time...

He was sincerely happy that he could get such a woman, and stretched out his hands to her: "From now on, I will do everything according to your wishes."

From the boy's clear and concise words, Huacheng Xingzi realized that he was speaking from the heart, so she handed it to him with both hands.

Iinuma Isao kissed her hands respectively, then raised his head, looked at her and said, "If I were as old as you, I would really like to marry you."

All women love to hear this kind of compliment from the heart.

Huacheng Xingzi is no exception.

This time, there was more emotion in her eyes, and she glanced at him quickly. Then, she put a hand on his arm and said very gently: "I'm glad you understand me. What a pity..."

At this point, she hesitated, then said frankly, "I wish you were the same age as me."

"Yup!"

Iinuma Isao's face was filled with annoyance.

Seeing him frustrated, Huacheng Xingzi felt even worse.

She held out her hand to him and gave him a look that was both sad and tender, heartbreaking: "I'm too old..."

"I'm much younger than you..." said the boy.

"correct."

"It will take at least two more years."

"Two years plus what?"

"At least that long to marry you."

Huacheng Xingzi nodded subconsciously: "Is that so..."

After a moment, she suddenly came to her senses and looked at the boy in astonishment: "You, you...what did you say? Are you sure you didn't say anything stupid?"

Iinuma Isao took her hand and held it tightly.

He placed this small hand with delicate skin, a little warmth and a fragrant smell on his lips and kissed it for a long time.

Huacheng Xingzi looked a little unnatural.

Surprise, disbelief, and a hint of anticipation... complex emotions intertwined on her face, making her look so charming, beautiful, and gorgeous.

"I told you I would marry you when I come of age." Iinuma Isao held her hand and swore, "How can I justify not marrying you if you said that?"

"No, uh, I'm...y- ...

The old lady stuttered a little.

"No one says you can't have an old wife and a young husband."

"No, your appearance... I will age earlier than you..."

"It's not like there aren't things that can keep you young forever." Iinuma Isao stared into her eyes with a friendly smile on his face. "There seem to be a few things in this world that can keep you young forever. No matter where they are or who has them, I will grab them and send them to you in a box tied with a bow. How about that?"

His eyes were solemn and lingering.

Hua Cheng Xingzi felt a warm current in her heart, and she quickly looked away to avoid him seeing her panic, while saying, "I don't like to hear sweet words..."

"Then let's talk about it later." Iinuma Isao let go of her hand and held her in his arms. "It's already early in the morning. Are you going to talk to me until dawn?"

Huacheng Xingzi dodged lightly and broke free from his embrace.

She clutched the pillowcase in her hand and looked at the boy with an expression that seemed to have something to hide. Her face was obviously a little embarrassed, and shy, which made people feel at a loss for a moment.

After a while, she bit her lower lip gently, made up her mind, cleared her throat, and said solemnly: "But you can, but, uh, that, condom... remember to wear it."

Iinuma Isao's eye twitched: "I don't have this thing ready!"

"What did you say?" Huacheng Xingzi raised her face.