I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Feeling embarrassed to reveal her true intention, the female lawyer brushed it off with the vague remark that she was having a meal.

"Well, sure. I happen to have a gift I bought in Kyoto that I want to give to you, Auntie."

Serabelle agreed immediately.

"Then I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you tomorrow."

The call ends here.

After putting down her phone in the car, Serabelle glanced at the three remaining gift boxes that were almost wrapped on the back seat, adjusted the navigation position, and slowly stepped on the accelerator.

Chapter 442 Miss Lianzi's Great Victory (Guilty Feeling)

Perhaps it can only be described as "fate's arrangement."

Without any prior text message or phone call, when Serabelle arrived at the apartment where Reiko Akiba lived, the living room was filled with a faint aroma of food. Something seemed to be stewing in the kitchen to the right of the corner of the entrance, and the pot lid kept making a clanging sound as the steam rose up and down.

The other dishes on the table had already been cooked and were served on plates and covered with heat-insulating lids.

A female singer was sitting quietly at the dining table, looking down at her phone, as if she hadn't noticed the noise coming from the entrance.

Serabel changed into his special slippers in the dust-falling area, hid the gift box behind him, tiptoed step by step to the back of the female singer, and bent down to the latter's ear.

He wanted to call out the name directly, but just as the words were about to come out, he stopped himself and silently fixed his eyes on the screen of the mobile phone in Akiba Reiko's hand.

There is nothing particularly eye-catching about it, and it can even be said to be quite ordinary.

That is just the main page of the video app after it is opened, and the screen displays several recently released movies, various variety shows, etc.

Serabel knew that Reiko Akiba never liked watching these things.

Their behavioral habits in this regard are quite similar. When they think of something they want to watch, they just fast forward to the search bar and search for it.

Instead of being so bored that you directly open the video app and watch whatever you click on, regardless of what is pushed on the homepage.

The latter type doesn't care what they watch, nor does they care whether it really suits their taste, they just watch it purely to kill time.

But even Reiko Akiba, who always has a clear purpose, has been staring at this scene for almost two minutes since Serabelle entered the room.

If there was something interesting on the screen, it might be possible to explain it, but there clearly wasn't.

In this case, the answer is self-evident.

Reiko Akiba wasn't looking at her phone at all, she was doing it on purpose.

However, Serabelle did it on purpose.

He also remained silent, just standing behind the former with his head tilted, not saying a word.

Time passed minute by minute, and the two people sitting at the dining table seemed to be frozen in the picture. The only sounds in the quiet living room were the ticking of the clock against the wall and the clinking of pot lids in the kitchen.

Serabelle thought this would be a protracted battle, but she didn't expect it to be over in less than ten seconds.

Reiko Akiba, who had her back to him, seemed to finally be unable to hold back. She suddenly put down her phone, stood up, turned 180 degrees, put her hands on his cheeks, and without saying a word, she moved closer, stood on tiptoes and kissed him.

It took a long time before they separated.

Reiko Akita stood still and raised her face, breathing softly, and then she pinched the flesh on the boy's cheeks and pulled it.

"Is it fun? Huh? You have to make me take the initiative, right?"

"How can there be..."

Serabelle said vaguely.

He turned the gift hidden behind him to the front and handed it to Reiko Akiba.

"A gift from Kyoto?"

Reiko Akiba loosened her hand, took it, weighed it, and then casually put it on the dining table.

The overly nonchalant attitude made Serabelle confused.

"Renzi, don't you want to... open it and take a look?"

"Not now."

Seeing this guy being humiliated for a rare time, Reiko Akiba felt as if she had turned the tables and snorted with a little complacency.

"After all, we're going to have dinner soon. If I open the gift now, my mind will be focused on the gift you gave me during dinner, and I won't be able to appreciate the delicious food."

"Speaking of this dinner..."

Serabelle was interrupted just as she was about to say this.

"Don't worry, I made two servings, enough for the two of us." Akita Reiko smiled, "How about it, are you a little surprised?"

"……is a bit."

Serabelle admitted it honestly.

"Yeah~"

The curve of Reiko Akiba's mouth became more obvious.

"Want to hear how I knew you would come in the evening, Bell?"

"Appreciate further details."

"Well, it's not really a matter of reasoning. It's just that when we called two days ago, you told me that you would be back last night. I've been to Kyoto before when I performed there. If you take a night train, you'll be back around 11 or 12 o'clock. If you wash and dress, it might be 1 or 2 in the morning. If you go to bed at this time, you won't be able to get up before noon the next day."

Reiko Akita paused for a moment.

"So I think you probably won't be able to come over at noon today, so the only time you can come is at dinner time."

"...What if I don't come for dinner?" Serabelle glanced at the kitchen. "Wouldn't it be a waste to make so much?"

"Didn't come?"

Reiko Akiba emphasized these three words. Although she still had a smile on her face, two crossroads appeared on her forehead.

"That's fine. If that's the case, I'll call you at six tomorrow morning and force you to come over. Then I'll watch you eat all the leftovers bit by bit and then lock you in the bedroom and let you take a nap."

It was an unexpectedly gentle punishment...

Serabelle thought.

Having said this, Akiba Reiko seemed to suddenly remember something and grabbed the boy's right hand without permission.

"By the way, let me see the wound on your hand you mentioned earlier... Hmm, it looks pretty serious. Although it has scabbed over, it will take at least a week to heal... Really, why do you always let yourself get hurt? You don't care about other people's feelings at all."

As she spoke, the pain in her voice was visible.

"Forget it. I'll apply some medicine to you after dinner. This way you'll get better faster."

"Oh."

"Don't be naked, go wash your hands now, I'll bring the soup pot over and we can start eating."

"Oh."

Just like that, time passed quickly and it was after dinner. The two people who had applied the medicine in the room returned to the living room.

After all, dinner was eaten early, and even if I chewed slowly, plus the time spent washing dishes and applying medicine, it was only half past six when everything was finished.

It's a bit early to start doing that at this point.

What's more, for Reiko Akiba, there is something more important to do before that.

That was to open the gift that Serabelle brought back for her from Kyoto.

The gift packaging is not complicated, it can even be said to be quite simple. Normally, it only requires two snips of the scissors and it's done.

However, even so, Reiko Akiba still took a full two or three minutes to open it. Her slow and delicate movements were as if she was digging at an archaeological site, for fear that she would damage the gift inside if she moved too vigorously.

Finally, all the outer wrapping paper was removed.

When Reiko Akiba carefully picked up the kimono inside, she suddenly widened her eyes, and looked at it again and again as if she couldn't believe it. After she was completely sure that it was correct, she covered her face, her mouth and nose, and tears of joy suddenly burst out.

"Idiot, why did you do it so suddenly..."

Then she turned around and hugged the boy beside her tightly, burying her face hard in his chest.

For a moment, the only sound in the living room was the singer's soft sobbing.

Serabelle raised her hands up with a confused look on her face full of question marks.

Excuse me? What's going on? What on earth is going on?

Chapter 443 You won't give it to other girls, will you? !

Reiko Akiba's emotions came as suddenly as the tide, catching Serabelle off guard without any psychological preparation.

In this way, the sobbing in the living room continued intermittently for nearly five minutes before it completely calmed down.

Serabelle sat on the sofa, looking up at the sky.

And Reiko Akiba sat on him with her legs apart like a duck, lowered her head and put her face into the junction of her shoulder and neck, her hands hung naturally and wrapped around her waist, hugging her tightly, and the hot and moist breath from her nose soaked into the boy's earlobes, making a muffled sound.

"I'm sorry, I lost control of my emotions a little bit... I thought it was just a souvenir or something, but I didn't expect it to be... Well, don't worry about me, I'm just a little too happy."

She raised her face and used her fingers to wipe away the little bit of crystal that was still hanging around the slightly red corners of her eyes. The familiar warm smile bloomed again on the beautiful white face of the female singer.

Serabelle was still confused and had no idea why this was happening.

In his opinion, he just gave her a set of clothes. In the past, Akai Mary would sometimes buy him new clothes, and she didn't say that he was so moved that he cried or anything, right?

However, although she was confused, it was obviously not appropriate to ask such questions at this moment, so Serabelle decisively chose to keep silent and just glanced down at her shoulder vaguely.

Fortunately, it was just a little wet with tears, and there was no snot or anything like that.

Just as Serabelle withdrew her gaze, Reiko Akiba's voice came again from her, very softly and with a hint of shyness.

"Actually, I've thought about this before. If possible, I'd like to do it earlier, but considering that you're still in school at your age, Bell, I want to wait a few more years, at least until you go to college..."

"I'm not in school?"

Before the singer could finish her words, Serabelle interrupted in confusion.

Reiko Akita was also stunned.

"Bell, aren't you in school? Aren't you only seventeen years old?"

"Eighteen... Eighteen in lunar years, about the same."

Serabelle realized there seemed to be some misunderstanding.

"But I'm definitely not in school. I should say I've never been to school. I'm a full-time private investigator now."

“Y-Really?!”

Reiko Akita was even more surprised.

It had not been long since she and Serabelle had confirmed their relationship. It could even be said that it had not been that long since they had known each other.

In addition, Serabelle hardly ever mentioned anything about himself, so objectively speaking, Akiba Reiko didn't know much about him.

The reason why Reiko Akiba thought that the latter was still in school was purely because she learned that Xiaolan, Sonoko and Sera Masumi were students of Teitan High School, and Sera Masumi was Serabell's younger sister and they were almost the same age.

Since my younger sister is in school, why shouldn’t my older brother go to school?

Dropped out of school at a young age?

"But it doesn't matter." Serabelle shrugged indifferently. "For the person concerned, going to school is for the purpose of finding a stable job in the future. From the perspective of results, as long as you can find a job you like, it doesn't matter whether you go to school or not."

That's true, but isn't it a bit too much to drop out of school at a young age...

It was the first time that Akiba Reiko knew about this kind of thing, and she felt very awkward.

On the other side, Serabelle changed the subject in time.

"And what did you mean by 'this matter' just now, Reiko?"

"……what?"

The young man's voice brought Reiko Akiba back from her daze, and she was even more stunned when she heard it clearly and realized what was going on.

What do you mean? You gave me a kimono as a gift, so why are you still asking this kind of question?

Wait, can you tell me?

Suddenly I remembered that someone seemed to be British, a genuine old Londoner in fact, and it was only this year that he came to Japan for the first time. A golden exclamation mark suddenly appeared above Reiko Akiba's head.