I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

"Yes."

Sitting across from the table, Serabelle held a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other. She shoveled all the remaining rice into her mouth with the beef brisket and mushroom soup, chewed and swallowed it, then put down the bowl and chopsticks and spoke clearly.

"But in the final analysis, the conflict between them still stems from the dishonesty of both parties. If Mr. Domoto had made things clear at the beginning, or Mr. Puhe had pointed out the problem, things would not have come to this point today."

In order to avoid touching upon the past events that Reiko Akiba was about to recall, Serabelle specifically only mentioned the conflict between the latter and Domoto Issei regarding the matter of Pu and Takumi. As for the previous killing of those four people to avenge his illegitimate son Soma Mitsuru, she did not mention a word.

He shrugged and changed the subject.

“…Maybe this is the unique paranoia of people who work in the arts?”

When Serabelle said this, what she was thinking of was actually the then director of the art museum, Ochiai.

It is difficult to say which illness is more serious, that of Director Ochiai or that of old Mr. Puhejiang.

The former is that although I am just an employee, if you don’t open an art gallery according to my mood, I will kill you.

The latter is that although my illegitimate son deserved to be killed by drunk driving, I just can't accept this result, and I will also kill all the other little Zaizhis who were drinking with you at the time.

If I have to say it, it's pretty outrageous.

"Paranoia... huh?"

Reiko Akiba had finished eating a long time ago, but she did not get up from the table immediately. Instead, she pinched her chin thoughtfully.

"Rather than being paranoid, it's better to be dishonest, because dishonesty leads to all kinds of regrets and tragedies...hmm."

As she spoke, she seemed to have thought of something and fell into deep thought again, biting her lower lip lightly.

After waiting for a long time without any response, Serabelle mischievously put her hand in front of the former and waved it.

A foreign object passed by her eyes, causing a slight airflow. Reiko Akita let out a groan and suddenly came back to her senses, smiling a little embarrassedly.

"Sorry, I suddenly thought of something. Anyway, put the bowl in the sink first... and wait for me."

As she spoke, she stood up from the dining table, walked around Serabelle and headed briskly towards the bedroom.

Under normal circumstances, Serabelle would have taken the initiative to say goodbye at this time, but since Reiko Akiba said she would wait for her, she could only wait.

Five minutes later, when the bedroom door at the end of the corridor opened again, Reiko Akiba, dressed for going out again, appeared in front of the boy.

However, it was slightly different from her image during the day when she was fully armed with a baseball cap on her head. After dinner, Reiko Akiba gave people a rather lazy feeling. Not only was she not wearing a baseball cap, but she didn't even zip up the front of her jacket, leaving it casually open.

It doesn't feel like he's going somewhere far, but rather just going downstairs to throw away the trash or go to a nearby convenience store to buy something.

"Come on, let's go for a walk after dinner. Just walk with me around the house."

Seeing that the young man was still standing there, Reiko Akita walked closer and gave him a heroic smile. Then she naturally reached out and took his hand, leading the way towards the entrance.

Oh, so you want to accompany me on the road...

Serabelle thought about it and just let her pull her out the door.

"Sigh~"

The two of them walked out of the house and came to the street outside the apartment building. Akiba Reiko immediately took a breath of cold air.

I have to say that Tokyo is still very cold at night in winter. Although it is not as cold as in Hokkaido where there is heavy snow, there are still howling cold winds.

In addition, Reiko Akiba's coat was not zipped up, so the cold air could easily penetrate through the gaps in her sweater and penetrate into her body surface, taking away her body temperature.

However, even so, she did not zip up her pants, but just leaned towards Serabelle as if subconsciously, muttering to herself.

"Sure enough, it's still a little cold out at night, but it should warm up after walking around."

So the two of them began to walk along the road in the surrounding residential areas.

Reiko Akiba was the first to break the silence. She exhaled gently, and the air flow blown out in the low temperature environment instantly condensed into white mist, which looked like a cloud of orange smoke under the light of the street lamp above her head.

"Well, this way the concert is over."

"……yes."

"What are your plans next, Serah-kun?"

"not yet."

Serabelle paused and shook her head.

"Usually I have to go if someone asks me to do so. If not, I can only lie down at home."

"What do you mean by lying at home..."

As if she found this statement a little funny, Reiko Akiba couldn't help but laugh softly.

"By the way, where is Sera-kun's sister? I don't think I saw her when I came out of the opera house earlier."

"She, she went to the center of Tokyo with her classmates. She probably won't be back before ten o'clock." Serabell said after thinking for a while.

"Ten o'clock?"

Reiko Akita was a little surprised.

"Is this the curfew time at Sera-kun's house?"

"It's not like there's any access control..."

Serabelle found this question a little difficult to answer.

Rigid standards like access control may be more popular in Southeast Asian countries, but as British people, he and Mary Akai don't really care about it.

Although Akai Mary would not agree to Sera Masumi spending the night outside for no reason, as long as she explained the specific situation... for example, whether she wanted to travel to a certain place with him, there would be no problem.

In short, be with reliable people in a reliable place.

"That's it."

Reiko Akita nodded with a puzzled expression.

The two of them walked step by step on the street at night, chatting casually, bypassing most of the residential area, buying a bottle of oolong tea at a convenience store, and then walking back little by little.

It was not until half an hour later that they returned to the starting point - the downstairs of Reiko Akiba's apartment.

"I'm home now."

Stopping by the road in front of the apartment building, Akiba Reiko took the initiative to let go of the boy's hand.

Yes, we're home.

Serabelle didn't have any special feelings, she just wanted to say goodbye out of habit.

"Then I should probably..."

"Wait a moment."

Before he could say goodbye, Akiba Reiko interrupted him as if she had foreseen the future.

Then she suddenly took a step forward and closed the distance that had just been opened until it was back to zero. She stretched out her arms to hug the boy's neck and lightly tiptoed.

Under the cold and bleak moon, the two figures blend together.

Gentle whispers drifted in the wind on the deserted residential streets.

"tonight……"

Chapter 395 Qiuting Lianzi’s first experience

Although she didn't go to the city center with Majun and the other high school girls to celebrate the winter break, Serabelle's schedule for tonight was quite full.

He was at the theater entrance at six o'clock and had dinner in Reiko Akiba's living room at half past six.

After dinner at seven o'clock, I went out for a walk and returned home at half past seven after completing the walk.

By half past nine...Serabelle was already lying on the bed in Reiko Akiba's bedroom.

With Reiko Akiba.

As the perspective changed, the bedroom was completely silent, with only the occasional slight clicking sound from the air guide blades that kept flapping up and down when the air conditioner was heating.

The main light in the room was not on, so the light was a little dim. Only the warm bedside lamp and the hazy moonlight shining in from the window intertwined together, forming a gradient red and blue dividing line on the floor beside the window.

The two people on the bed, without any extra clothes covering their bodies, hugged each other, and no one moved, just like a frozen art painting.

Reiko Akiba was not asleep in the bed. Her beautiful and holy face, like a goddess, still showed obvious fatigue. However, there was a satisfied arc at the corner of her lips. Her brown-red eyes, illuminated by the bedside lamp, clearly reflected the face of the young boy who was not far away.

"Bell..."

She moved her legs under the quilt, as if trying to cross her legs over to further close the distance between them.

But Reiko Akita gave up halfway through the action.

"pain?"

Serabelle was aware of her intention and considerately reached out and put her arm around Reiko Akiba's waist, pulling her closer.

Even though she had done almost everything she could, such close and intimate contact still caused Reiko Akiba's body to tremble slightly, and the blush on her face, which had just faded away, appeared again.

She coughed lightly, looking away in a seemingly arrogant but actually more shy manner, and subconsciously lowered her voice.

"That's only natural. This is my first time..."

"Feel sorry."

Serabelle apologized sincerely.

"Don't say sorry."

Reiko Akita pulled back her arm, snapped her fingers at the young man's brow, and pouted.

"When I was in school, I heard from the girls in my class that it would hurt the first time, but it should be much better after the first time."

That should be it...

Serabelle thought.

In fact, so far, except for Reiko Akiba, who was experiencing it for the first time, none of the other ladies, even the most abstinent and tight-knit Aunt Eri Kisaki, cried out in pain.

At most, you may feel a little uncomfortable in the beginning and need to take it slow, but it will be fine after it is developed.

"Compared to this, water..."

Reiko Akita suddenly coughed again and pointed at the bedside table behind the boy.

You can hear that there is a hint of hoarseness in her voice this time.

"Hold on."

Serabell responded, turned around, took the pre-brewed tea from the bedside table and brought it to Reiko Akiba.

In the light from the bedside lamp, you can see a monk fruit cut into several pieces floating on the tea.

These are the ingredients that Reiko Akiba usually uses to make throat-protecting tea, but after she finished taking a bath, Serabel helped her make another cup.

The purpose was naturally to protect Reiko Akiba's voice which had been overused in the past two hours.

After being fed by Serabel and taking several sips of monk fruit tea to moisten her throat, Reiko Akiba lay back in bed. After she lay down, she reached out and poked the boy's cheek.

"Really? A singer's voice is very precious. You know, I've never felt this tired after singing a whole concert before."

Although she was complaining, there wasn't much complaint in her tone.

If I have to say...it might be more of a compliment to some extent?

“Maybe it’s a problem with the way you pronounce the words?”

Serabelle raised a very constructive question.

But think about it, singers have various vocal techniques when singing normally to ensure the effect while minimizing the damage to the throat.

In comparison, when doing that kind of thing, the vocalization is probably entirely based on instinct.

Without thinking, you can directly express your body's feelings through sound.

"That's what I said..."

Reiko Akiba imagined in her mind the scene of using various beautiful voice techniques while doing that kind of thing, and then she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

However, the smile just appeared and it quickly contracted because it involved the muscles in the lower abdomen, turning into a slight pain.

"Hiss, um..."

"Are you okay?"

Serabelle looked confused.

In his opinion, he did nothing, and Reiko Akiba did nothing either.