Masked Rider, but kindhearted

He felt a little strange now. His back was slightly cool in the evening breeze, but the person he was holding was as hot as the emotion he felt.

The night wind lifted the gauze curtains, sweeping away the mist, but it could not dispel the lily of the valley scent in Miss Yuhua's hair.

The moonlight shines through the blinds, and the figures of the two people are intertwined in light and darkness under the moonlight and lamplight.

Tendo Souji remained calm and didn't verbally accept the other person's confession, or reach out to hug her back, nor did he verbally reject the other person's confession or push her away.

Previously, he thought that Miss Yuhua's love was hasty and understandable. Perhaps she was an active and positive person in relationships, so she kept clearly rejecting him.

There were many women who were attracted to him, and it was normal to have feelings for the perfect match, but this time…it was different.

Miss Yuka didn't use the low-level seduction of beauty or simple words to pursue passionately as before... but she revealed her heart sincerely.

In return, he should also return the same respect.

Tendou Souji thought about it seriously when listening to Miss Youkai's confession.

He admitted that even among the many suitors he had encountered, Miss Yuhua was impeccable - outstanding beauty, extraordinary talent, an outstanding career and the determination to stick to her ideals, and the depth of her love forced him to face the heaviness of this relationship.

Because he is the general of heaven, the other party regards him as the salvation of life, the sun of life, and even the only other half...

It is precisely because he is the chief of heaven...

The answer is - still unacceptable.

He is a man who follows the way of heaven. He has responsibilities far more important than love, and it is impossible for him to stop for a woman.

The moonlight flowed on the tiles into a winding silver stream, but Yuka Ozawa still hadn't received a response from Mr. Tiandao.

"But at least... he didn't just push me away."

"Does this mean you agree..."

Just guessing this possibility, Yuka Ozawa felt a sweet feeling like honey in her heart.

Her fingertips climbed up the back of the man's neck and brushed his rolling Adam's apple. She greedily collected the scent coming from Mr. Tiandao.

Yuka Ozawa gently stood on tiptoe, and her straightened instep cast a trembling butterfly shadow on the ground. She slowly raised her head, looked at Mr. Tiandao solemnly, and with some expectation, gradually closed her moist eyes.

Noticing Miss Yuka's actions, Tendo Souji subconsciously looked back and frowned.

Perhaps this time, Miss Yuka did not intend to use her beauty as a weapon, but after all, she had not picked up her nightgown strap since it slipped off when she bent over to wash dishes.

When she confessed her love with such a graceful figure, she allowed the two fat rabbits she raised at home, who had nothing to do but eat, to escape from their cages and act wildly, even jumping around and making trouble... This was too much of a foul.

Unfortunately, due to the height difference and Miss Yuhua standing on tiptoe, she was able to show him the white and smooth handmade snow meringue...

Miss Youhua may not have taken into consideration his appetite, and how desserts can be greasy if eaten too much... Miss Youhua used the assumption that you and I could have one, so that everyone could be full and satisfied... She made two large and plump snow meringues entirely by hand.

She brought it over without any greeting, and Tendō Souji happened to be looking down, so his mouth suddenly touched the pastry, causing the delicate and beautiful snow meringue to collapse a little...

To be honest...although Tendō Souji's taste is sweet, he believes that the highest level of dessert is not sweet. Delicious desserts will make the taster intoxicated with its rich taste and eat one bite after another without feeling sick of it.

Ms. Yuka's intention of making handmade desserts to repay a favor is obviously good, and there is no way to criticize that.

Although the portion of these two snow meringues is not very reasonable, they can be eaten as a main meal for many times... But if I have to praise it, at least the appearance of the pastry is very round and full, which obviously requires a lot of effort.

It’s hard to comment on the taste... He took a bite and found it a little too sweet. It must be because it was designed too big and the proportions of the ingredients were not well mastered.

Overall, as a beginner, it's better to encourage Miss Yuka. He can only comment that there is a lot of room for improvement.

"Hmm~" Miss Yuhua was dissatisfied with his evaluation, frowned slightly and moaned.

Tendo Souji pursed his lips, quickly stepped back half a step, and placed the base of his palm on her thin shoulder. Ozawa Yuka staggered on tiptoe and almost fell into the gap between the moonlight and the lamplight, but he held her steadily.

She saw the lion roaring and swearing majesty in the man's eyes, and she was overwhelmed by Lu Mingfei and was at a loss. Mr. Tiandao was still gentle and full of reason.

"I do receive Miss Yuka's sincerity." Mr. Tiandao's calloused palms caressed her bare shoulders. Trying not to disturb Hajime, who loved to breathe, he gently lifted her shoulder straps, his restrained touch as if he were handling a fragile porcelain doll. "But some vows are heavier than love."

"Is this a rejection..." Yuka Ozawa smiled bitterly and wanted to say something.

The words she hadn't said were silenced by the sudden hug. The man's warm palm hovered over her shoulder blade, just a few millimeters away.

Mr. Tiandao restrained himself from holding her in his arms without touching the edge of rudeness... Her sadness and anxiety were all isolated by the warmth of the sun along with the cool evening breeze.

Yuka Ozawa counted the other person's heartbeats silently through the shirt fabric on her cheek, only to find that this seemingly indestructible body could also be troubled sometimes.

Seeing that Miss Yuka was trembling violently, Tendo Souji hesitated for a moment, then put his palm against hers, touching the girl's flat back through her thin nightgown, and gently hugged her.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Yuuka... I can't respond any further."

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Chapter 41 The protective shield cannot be deployed at this distance!

The clock on the entrance ticked away minute by minute, making the only sound in the silence. When the moonlight passed over the bottom of the clock, Tendo Souji gently lifted her knees and picked up the person in his arms.

I don’t know if it’s because of an old injury that hasn’t healed or because today’s events were too much of a shock, but Miss Yuhua’s frail body was still trembling slightly, and she was even more shaken when she was picked up.

Tendou Souji felt the trembling and looked down with some worry, but she had a bright smile on her face, as playful and cunning as usual.

He maintained the princess-carrying posture and slowly walked towards the spiral staircase with the girl in his arms.

Tendou Souji's arms were as steady as branches carrying moonlight. Ozawa Yuka curled up in his arms, and her silk nightgown rustled as she walked.

The ends of her drooping hair brushed across his chest, emitting bursts of damp lily-of-the-valley scent, like vines clinging to ancient trees after a rainstorm.

Tendou Souji didn't turn on the lights, and the guest room at the end of the corridor on the second floor was dyed silver-gray by the moonlight.

When they reached the door of Miss Youhua's room, before he could put down the person in her arms, Miss Youhua took the initiative to push the door open, looking at him pitifully, and holding her hands tightly behind his neck, not wanting him to let go at this moment.

He sighed softly, carried the girl in his arms, walked in, bent down and gently placed her on the edge of the bed. Her fingers that were clutching his collar suddenly tightened.

Tendo Souji paused in a half-kneeling position, his knees pressed against the mattress, allowing her fingertips to wring burning wrinkles out of his shirt.

"Mr. Tiandao..." She raised her head, the teardrop mole under the corner of her eye just immersed in the diamond-shaped light cast by the window frame, her voice lighter than the drifting night mist, "If... I mean, if -"

Yuka Ozawa's unspoken words were cut off by the touch of his index finger against his lips. His fingertips still had the scent of lemon from washing dishes. Deep in Mr. Tiandao's pupils, there was a kind of rational restraint that she had never seen before, which was as hot as molten gold.

"Please have a good rest." The man pulled out as quickly as sheathing a sword, and the mattress made a slight groan as the weight shifted.

Yuka Ozawa's curled arch of the foot brushed against the side of his calf, and her white nightgown spread out on the dark green sheets like a withered lily.

She lay on the bed, staring blankly at the dim ceiling. The creaking sound of the door hinges awakened the stagnant time, reminding her that the man had left.

The girl suddenly chuckled at the crack of the door that was about to close, her hoarse voice mixed with tears falling into the darkness:

"Mr. Tiandao, why are you always so rational..."

The soft sound of the wooden door closing swallowed up all the unspoken words, just like the deep sea swallowing up the falling starlight.

The light from across the corridor leaked in through the narrow gap in the door and disappeared with the sound of the door closing.

Tendou Souji closed the door and stood quietly for a moment with his back against it. The lily of the valley scent lingered on his fingertips. He lowered his head and stared at the lines on his palm, as if he could still touch the girl's trembling body temperature.

He was silent for a while, placed the Thunder Sword and its scabbard on the bedside table, and lay down on the bed.

"Lonely and sad...an interesting way of saying it..." He sighed softly and was about to change his clothes when there was a very light creaking sound from the wooden door.

Yuka Ozawa walked barefoot across the floor, her silk nightgown slightly lifted in the night breeze, outlining thrilling waves in the moonlight.

Her unhealed leg injury made her stagger, but she stubbornly held onto the wall and moved forward.

She tossed and turned in her room, unable to sleep. Moreover, she clearly saw that Mr. Tiandao would also be moved by her...

As long as there is a slight possibility... she doesn't want to give up no matter what!

"Mr. Tendou...you said you would protect the client, right?" Ozawa Yuka smiled arrogantly and sat on Tendou Souji's pillow, with the round rattle wrapped in her nightgown almost touching his face.

"Now there are things more dangerous than dopants that want to hurt me..." The smile on her face became more and more intense. She said this seriously, but her hands pulled off the shoulder straps, letting the nightgown fall to the ground like a withered petal.

"At this distance, Mr. Tiandao won't be able to deploy his protective shield to block the close-range attack!" Ozawa Yuka was self-satisfied.

Her snow-white, smooth skin shone in the moonlight. She trembled as she gently touched her heart, "It hurts a lot here... It hurts a lot more than my leg injury."

Before Tendo Souji could speak, the girl staggered into his arms, a smile on her face, but tears were pouring down like a dam breaking, hitting his face continuously, making him unable to bear to push her away.

The person in his arms was soft and hot. His two snow-white breasts were deformed by the pressure and he couldn't even breathe. He could only stretch his body slightly in between the hostess's breaths.

The girl's warm tears dripping down her face quickly turned slightly cool after being blown by the evening breeze.

Tendo Souji rubbed her head, and Ozawa Yuka's hands, which were supporting the pillow, seemed to become limp. Her whole body slid down, burying her head in the pillow, her cheek gently touching the man's profile.

"Um... Miss Yuka..." Tendo Souji considered his tone, "At least put on your clothes."

"Mr. Tiandao, aren't you going to chase me away?!" Ozawa Yuka completely ignored the main point he wanted to express, turned her head back and looked at the man's profile with a happy face.

"If I chase her away... maybe something even crazier will happen..." Tendo Souji thought.

Besides, it's already late, and Ms. Yuka has an important performance tomorrow...

"Yeah." Tendo Souji turned his head to look at her, avoiding the dangerous perspective.

Miss Yuhua was half leaning against the pillow comfortably, her breath almost hitting his face. She was wearing a plain white silk nightgown, as beautiful as a lotus flower emerging from the water, her eyelashes were curled with mist, and her peach blossom eyes were like whirlpools that attracted people's attention.

Tendou Souji tried to lift her shoulder straps, but despairingly discovered that the nightgown was of substandard quality... After being tortured by a woman who was good at dancing and liked to use handmade pastries to make her face bigger, she had already been honorably retired...

He could only grab the collar of her clothes and lift it up. Inevitably, the back of his hand sank deep into the sticky and soft skin of the strawberry daifuku. He had to use a little force to pull it out. The freshly kneaded strawberry daifuku dough shook for a while, but fortunately it finally regained its round shape and did not affect its consumption.

The loose nightgown could not completely hide the ups and downs of the magnificent mountains and rivers.

Because Tendou Souji pulled it up, Ozawa Yuka's nightgown, which originally hung to her ankles, now only covered her knees along her flat waist, revealing half of her slender and white calves like lotus roots, and her pink jade feet were gently curled up on the quilt.

Tendo Souji lifted the quilt and gently covered her with it, then turned his back to her, leaving half a body length between them.

Unexpectedly... Miss Yuhua didn't come over to make trouble, so he closed his eyes in peace.

Go to sleep, go to sleep... Anyway, I have slept in the same bed like this before to protect her...

In the middle of the night, Tendo Souji fell into a dream. In the doomsday scene, monsters covered the sky and the earth and confronted him from afar.

At this moment, a pair of peach blossom eyes with a triumphant smile opened in the darkness.

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Chapter 42: The woman beat Tiandao to his knees...

Tendou Souji had a dream.

The dream began in a quiet sea of ​​flowers, with the fragrance of lily of the valley wrapped in Miss Yuka's laughter coming from all directions.

For some reason, he felt like he had trouble breathing. He forced himself to open his eyes, and a large mass of white clouds in the sky pressed against his face, surrounding him densely and softly.

He felt really uncomfortable and greedily inhaled harder, wanting to get more oxygen, but the cloud was like a large portion of marshmallows, constantly emitting a sweet smell.

Tendo Souji suddenly felt a little hungry, and the tip of his tongue accidentally touched the marshmallow, which tasted sweet.

Although he didn't understand the situation, now was not the time to eat. He looked around vigilantly and looked down to see that his feet were stuck in the soft swamp. Every inch he pulled out, more vines would wrap around him.

In the distant crimson mist, the shadow of Miss Yuka was faintly floating, and her ethereal voice was as sweet as honey: "Mr. Tiandao... come and catch me..."

He instinctively reached for the Thunder Sword but missed, so he had to push away the clouds in front of him.

The cloud was very elastic. He turned his palm towards himself and found that it was covered with the juice of dark red berries and had a wet fragrance.

Miss Yuka's screams came from above his head, and the swamp under Tendo Souji's feet suddenly boiled into a pitch-black color, and countless pale arms pulled him down.

The moment the feeling of weightlessness came, the scene suddenly changed. In the burning theater, in the slow motion of the chandelier falling, he saw Miss Yuka in the center of the stage, entangled in steel cables like a marionette, and forbidden energy balls pouring out from her palms like a rainstorm.

What was even more terrifying was that she looked like she was mixed with the Holy Blade. The Thunder Sword in her hand was no longer wrapped in thunder, but her hanging silk shoulder straps.

"Mr. Tiandao, you are a monster too~" "Let us fall in love in this world of monsters..."

Ms. Yuka's voice was robotic, like an artificial intelligence repeating a preset program word for word.

"Some kind of hallucinatory memory ability?" "Or is it a dream?"

He remained calm, his mind still thinking at high speed.

Ever since he was little, Tendo Souji has always had the same dream: after a meteor shower falls, monsters pop up all over the world like mushrooms after rain. If he doesn't work hard to become stronger, his sister will die, his parents will die, old man Kamishiro will die... everyone will die...

"It's all because Miss Yuka is too clingy!" He heard "himself" sneer in a strange way, and suddenly drew out the Thunder Sword and swung out a sword energy.

The steel cable in the center of the stage was cut, and the metal cable, like the limbs of a living creature, gushed out a large amount of red blood waterfall that soaked the two people on the stage.

Suddenly, a soft body appeared in Tendo Souji's arms. When he looked down, he saw Miss Yuka, who was entangled in thorns and looked like a mixed body. "How can a knight blinded by love protect the world?"

Hearing this, he suddenly regained control of his body.

Tendou Souji nodded in agreement: "I agree with your point of view - but I am not someone who will be deceived."

He was about to swing his sword to kill her, but the impure being in his arms returned to its original form as a young girl.

Miss Yuka raised her face, which was covered with cracks like a broken porcelain doll, but her hands locked his sword hand like an iron hoop: "Please let me be your weakness..."