I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

It's not because they're slacking off or anything.

It was simply because everyone in the Ooka family was taking a nap at this time, and if the bodyguards moved around and made footsteps, it would easily disturb their rest.

That's it.

Ooka Momiji is also taking a nap.

As a member of the Ooka family, she was taught from a young age to take a nap after lunch.

Just like in elementary and junior high schools, students are given time to lie on the table and rest for a while after lunch.

It’s not that you are really that sleepy and need to take a nap to refresh yourself, it’s just that from a physiological point of view, it is healthier.

But in fact, Ooka Momiji doesn't like taking naps. For her, she prefers to connect her time. She should spend the day awake and the night asleep.

Things like taking a nap sound great, but when you wake up you clearly feel like you didn't sleep for long and it's still daytime, except that the hour hand on the clock has quietly turned thirty degrees clockwise.

It gives people the illusion that that period of time has disappeared, as if it has been stolen, and it feels a bit empty, as if abandoned by the whole world.

"Aha……"

In a bedroom with a very traditional Japanese style, the silence was broken by a lazy yawn of a girl, and Ooka Momiji, who was lying in the quilt on the bed, slowly opened her eyes.

The view was not yet completely clear, and the slightly red sunset was shining from the direction of the yard.

The side of her room leading to the yard was not a wall, but a series of sliding doors, six in total, one inside and one outside. When opened, they were sliding doors, and when closed, they formed a whole wall.

Today was really nice weather, with little wind and bright sunshine, so Ooka Momiji slept with all the sliding doors open.

To be exact, she would take a nap like this whenever the weather was like this and it wasn't too cold or too hot.

In this way, the girl can see the daytime scenery in the yard as soon as she wakes up, and will not feel a sense of time dislocation caused by the dark room.

But this time, when Ooka Hongye woke up and turned to look towards the yard, she found that there was an extra figure in the familiar scenery.

The young man was sitting in the corridor outside her room with one leg crossed and his back against the sliding door, facing the yard as if in a trance, with a gift box that was obviously carefully wrapped next to him.

"Sera...-kun?"

Ooka Hongye shuddered, and even the remaining sleepiness disappeared in an instant.

She lifted the quilt and wanted to get out of bed, but she was only wearing a thin piece of clothing. She shivered when she was soaked by the cold air in the room. She quickly picked up a coat from the bedside and put it on, then walked to the door in her cotton slippers.

Only then did Serabelle turn her head and glance upward at the girl who had come to her side.

"you're awake."

"When...you came here?"

As the saying goes, the first time is unfamiliar, the second time is familiar. When seeing Serabelle appear out of nowhere in his yard again, Ooka Momiji was no longer curious about how this guy came here.

Anyway, I have experienced it myself before.

"Not long ago, probably just before 10 minutes ago. Seeing that you were still taking a nap, I waited outside first."

Serabelle nodded towards the neatly wrapped gift box at hand.

"And this, as we agreed before, I will compensate you... No, it's a new yukata for you. After dinner today, I asked Hattori Heiji to help me pick it out in a clothing store in Kyoto that is said to be a century-old brand."

A century-old brand?

Ooka Hongye was slightly stunned and once again looked at the gift box below.

Logically speaking, all the century-old clothing stores are now large chain stores without exception. If you buy something in a store, it will most likely come with a packaging box with the store's logo printed on it.

However, there was no pattern on the gift box that Serabelle sent, as if it was just wrapped in gift paper by the owner of a street stationery store.

Such casual packaging, coupled with the so-called century-old brand...

I roughly know which store I bought the Ooka red leaves from.

In fact, she also bought many of her clothes there. The prices are slightly higher than those on the market, but they are all handmade.

"So it's that store. What an idiot."

Ooka Hongye sighed helplessly and leaned over to kneel down beside the boy.

"The prices in that store are not cheap. Normally, if you really want to buy a yukata as a gift, you can just buy one from a regular mall. It's really hard to go to a store to buy it."

"Buying it in an ordinary shopping mall... isn't that too perfunctory?"

Serabelle shrugged.

"Hattori told me that the yukata you wear would cost hundreds of thousands to be conservative, and might even cost more than a million. If I gave you one that only cost tens of thousands, I would personally feel bad."

what……

Ooka Hongye was speechless for a moment.

To be honest, she does have yukatas worth more than one million dollars, but not many. After all, even if she has money, she can't make things so carelessly.

Normally, the yukata she wears costs about a hundred thousand yuan, which is better than the common ones, but not much more expensive.

But she couldn't say this fact at the moment. She couldn't force herself to compare the price of the yukata with Serabel and then ask for a refund or additional payment.

That's too weird.

After a little thought, Ooka Hongye changed her tone to a casual one.

"You should always do things within your means when it comes to finances. Tell us honestly whether you have spent a lot of money."

"Not really..."

Serabelle recalled that after buying clothes, the amount of her savings only changed by a few decimal places.

"Well, anyway, don't ask too much about gifts, just accept them."

"Yes, then~thank you."

"And one more thing, I'm going back to Tokyo."

……Eh?

Ooka Hongye felt as if her heart skipped a beat.

Ah, but that's true. After all, this guy came to Kyoto for a trip, so it's normal for him to go back now.

"Well, it's almost time for me to go. My train ticket is for tonight. I came here not only to give you a gift but also to say goodbye to you. They are still waiting for me to come over for dinner."

Serabelle said as she stood up with one hand and walked towards the corner of the courtyard.

However, when he reached the wall, he stopped and turned to look back at the Kyoto girl who was still kneeling blankly in the corridor.

"Next time, if you come to Tokyo, Ms. Ooka, remember to send me a message. I can show you around."

call--

It should have been a windless day, but a strong wind blew near dusk. As the red maple leaves in the yard fluttered in the wind, the boy's figure faded and disappeared like ink falling into water.

Ooka Hongye stared at the direction where Serabelle left for a full half minute before coming to her senses. She lowered her head to look at the gift left by the latter beside her, and seemed to suddenly realize something, and began to open it.

Inside was a whole set of brand new kimonos.

"Fool……"

Chapter 437 Mary: Correct Concentration

According to the plan, Serabel and his group rushed to the high-speed rail station immediately after dinner in Osaka that night.

Time was a bit tight, so we had dinner at 5:30 and at 7:45 we were already waiting at the high-speed rail station to get on the train.

The Shinkansen departed on time at 8 o'clock and arrived in Tokyo at 10:30.

By the time Serabelle and Sera Masumi returned home, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

In fact, under normal circumstances, Akai Mary should have gone to bed at this time. Her work and rest habits are quite healthy. Unless it is necessary, such as due to work, she usually goes to bed and falls asleep before 11 o'clock.

The question is, between 11pm and 1am is the time for the human body to detoxify.

However, because Serabelle sent her a text message before returning, the lights in the living room were still on when she got home.

The British girl in her usual casual clothes was sitting on the sofa in the living room on the left side of the entrance. When she heard the noise coming from the door, she turned around to look.

"came back?"

"It's back, it's back!"

Masahiro Sera was the first to run in front.

She had gotten ahead of Serabelle before she even entered the house, and quickly changed into slippers in the dust-collecting area at the door, then skipped into the living room carrying her large suitcase, came to the sofa, placed the suitcase horizontally on the ground, and unzipped it.

"Haha~ Mom, do you want to come and see me? I brought back a lot of Kyoto specialties this time."

"Kyoto?"

Akai Mari frowned slightly in confusion.

"Weren't you going to Osaka? How come it became Kyoto now?"

"Well, something happened in the middle..."

As Sera Masumi spoke, he pulled out a large plastic bag from the suitcase that was stuffed bulging with stuff and handed it to his mother.

Mary Akai took it, opened it and took a look, then immediately slammed it shut. At the same time, she glanced with a little disdain at her daughter who was squatting on the ground beside her and searching for something.

"The local specialties you mentioned are the dirty clothes you changed out of these days?"

"……what?"

Hearing this, Masumi Sera, who had been rummaging through boxes a second ago, raised her face and made a question mark in a silly way, then slapped her forehead.

"Sorry, sorry, I took the wrong one. That bag contains dirty clothes. The local specialties should be in... Wait a minute, let me look for them. Let me take away the remaining clean clothes first. They are probably buried underneath."

really...

Mary Akai shook her head in her heart, picked up a bag of dirty clothes, turned her back to her daughter and walked towards the washing machine on the side balcony.

Masumi Sera was still buried in the suitcase and didn't notice what her mother was doing.

Serabelle, who had just entered the living room from the entrance, saw that Akai Mari seemed to open the plastic bag again as she walked. She lowered her head to look inside and shook it a few times as if she was looking for something. After confirming that she found nothing, she closed the bag again and threw the bag and the clothes together next to the washing machine.

Turning around and seeing Serabelle looking at her, Akai Mari coughed lightly.

"Okay, take out all the dirty clothes and put them next to the washing machine. I'll wash them tomorrow. It's getting late tonight, so let's not bother for now."

"Yeah, yeah, got it."

Masumi Sera nodded quickly and took out a large bag from the suitcase, placing it on the coffee table next to him with a sense of relief.

"Hey, I finally found it. All the local specialties are here. I'm going back to my room to take a shower. Brother and mom, you guys should also go to bed early~"

Then, without caring about the clean clothes he had found on the sofa, he ran back to the room he had not been away from for several days in his slippers and slammed the door shut.

"Forget about this child..."

Akai Mari shook her head helplessly, returned to the living room, stood in front of Serabelle and raised her face.

"I thought something would happen when you guys went to Osaka for four days, but it seems I was overthinking it."

"what?"

Serabelle was stunned, then immediately reacted.

Damn, he said that Akai Mary was looking for something in those dirty clothes just now. I'm afraid she was looking for Majun's underwear to check if there was any strange secretion on it.

"But this is just a preliminary assessment based on appearances. The final judgment still needs to be made based on the specific concentration..."

Mary Akai raised her hand and hooked the boy's collar, guiding him to lean closer to her.

Serabelle glanced sideways in the direction of the bathroom, feeling a little confused.

"Sister Mary, wait a minute. I just came back and haven't taken a shower yet..."

However, the answer he got was the hot and moist breath of the British girl, who stood on tiptoe and blew it into his ear.

"It's okay. I haven't washed yet either. I'm just waiting for you to come back."

……

The amount accumulated over four consecutive days successfully made Mary Akai feel what "enlightenment" meant.

After taking a two-hour bath, it was already 1:30 in the morning when the two returned to the bedroom and got into bed.

There was a cup of boiled water on the bedside table, which was filled with boiled water that had been cooled in advance.