My girlfriend is a bad lady

"Then I'll help you. It's a good opportunity to learn."

"You? Just be a son-in-law and don't think about useless things." Miki Kujo put her right leg on her left leg, with the slippers on her left foot hanging on her toes, shaking gently.

"You look down on me?" Watanabe Toru took a sip of milk, "Am I the kind of person who would covet your property?"

"Isn't it?"

"I'm doing this for your body, Meiji!"

"You keep talking sweet words all day long. Be honest."

"So are you going or not?" Watanabe Toru asked urgently.

"Don't go."

"That's going."

"You don't understand what I'm saying?" Miki Kujo raised her eyes and said in a stern tone.

"I read in a book that girls' words should be understood in reverse. And you said you went to bed last night, but didn't you play with me until late at night?"

Kujo Miki stretched out her left foot, spread her big toe and second toe, and clamped the flesh on Watanabe Toru's waist: "Who woke me up?"

"It's your fault that you're too beautiful, and it's my fault that I love you too much." Toru Watanabe picked up her feet, placed them on his legs, and squeezed them gently.

"Don't make lust sound so nice."

"I'm only lusty for you, that's why you are Meiji."

"You can try being lustful to other people." Kujo Miki said in an indifferent tone.

"Sorry, I can't do that. I don't have any feelings for other people." Watanabe Toru resolutely refused.

The maids were amused by him. Miki Kujo glanced at them and they immediately quieted down.

"I've taken a day off today, do you want to go?" Watanabe Toru patted the beautiful legs in his hands.

Miki Kujo said nothing, just looking at the tablet in her hand.

"If you don't say anything, you agree!" Watanabe Toru put her legs down, drank the milk in one breath, and then stood up, "Let's go, change clothes!"

He walked behind Kujo Miki, picked her up and went upstairs.

Walking up the stairs, Kujo Miki nestled in his arms, yawning and saying, "Aren't your legs weak?"

"Are your legs weak?" Toru Watanabe asked, lowering his head.

"……No."

Looking at her cold eyes, Toru Watanabe wisely chose to keep his mouth shut.

Miki Kujo is worthy of being a young lady. Her dressing room is just like the boutiques in the trendy brand shopping district of Aoyama 1-chome. It is a large space about four meters high, where the latest seasonal clothing from various brands is regularly delivered.

Recently, men's clothes are also delivered to make it convenient for Toru Watanabe to change when he stays overnight.

"What do you want to wear?" Toru Watanabe put her on the sofa in the cloakroom.

"No."

"You can't go out naked, I won't allow you to do that. You can only be seen by me."

"Yeah." Miki Kujo lay on her back on the sofa, looking exhausted.

"How about dressing more like a commoner today?"

"Yeah." Kujo Miki replied lazily, "You choose."

Watanabe Toru looked through the rows one by one and chose for her a black short-sleeved shirt with a string of English letters printed on it, and then a dark red open-cardigan sweater, paired with jeans.

He chose a black and red baseball jacket and black casual pants.

After changing into clothes, regardless of the price, the two of them looked no different from an ordinary high school couple, except that they were a little better looking.

Instead of taking a car, Toru Watanabe and Miki Kujo walked hand in hand, leaving the villa area and heading towards the Jimbocho bookstore area along the Mita Line.

It was October 11th, a Sunday afternoon, and the weather was fine.

The tram rumbled by, and the sun shone through the yellowing leaves of the roadside trees, caressing every passerby;

A couple was walking towards us. The girlfriend was holding her boyfriend's hand, looking at him with a smile on her face. The boyfriend also smiled back, and the two of them were whispering.

Three female college students sat on a chair by the roadside, holding crepes in their hands, their heads close together, pouting and taking selfies;

A group of men passed by each other and pushed each other. One man jumped on the back of another man and almost crushed him to the ground.

Across the street, an old man with a dog and a woman with shopping bags were standing at the intersection waiting for the traffic light.

After they walked for about ten minutes, Miki Kujo felt her body getting hot, so she took off half of her cardigan and hung it around her wrist.

Her figure was thin, but pleasant to the touch, and this natural and graceful thinness brought out the fullness of her breasts.

Toru Watanabe couldn't help but put his arms around her beautiful slender waist.

"It's so hot." Kujo Miki let him hug her and fanned her gently with his hands, "Let's find a place to rest."

"Let's go there." Toru Watanabe pointed to a bookstore on the side of the road and his eyes fell on her small, fair ears.

Kujo Miki nodded.

There is no air conditioning in the bookstore, but perhaps because there are more books than people, and because there is a basement floor, the temperature is much lower than outside.

The two went down the stairs, came to the basement floor, and walked to the corner.

Toru Watanabe sat down on a chair decorated like a staircase in front of the bookshelf.

"You sit down too." Toru Watanabe moved towards the stair railing and made room for the seat inside.

Miki Kujo looked at the stairs with disgust, but still sat down next to him.

"When you come to this kind of place, you might as well work from home," she said.

"How could that be? Besides, this is just the beginning, and your physical strength is too weak."

"Then tell me, what's the point of this kind of place?"

"Read a book." Watanabe Toru leaned his upper body in front of her and leaned over to look at the bookshelf beside the stairs.

He glanced at everything within reach: "Stray Birds? This is it. I'll read you some Rabindranath Tagore's poems."

"Can you be a little more boring?" Miki Kujo crossed her arms and looked down on him.

Watanabe Toru thought about it and had to admit: "It is a little boring."

Probably, no one would come to the bookstore to relax with his girlfriend on Sunday. Even if they did, they would not sit here and read Tagore to their girlfriend.

Toru Watanabe wouldn't know either, but apart from Tagore, the only books he had were poetry collections of poets he didn't know.

"Everything is Silent and Mysterious" by a Polish female writer, "I Like It All" by Kaneko Mirei, "Leaves of Grass" by an American poet, "Selected Poems of Wordsworth" by a British poet...

Who knows these?

We have to thank our motherland for including "The Crescent Moon" in the college entrance examination, otherwise Watanabe Toru would only know that Tagore is an Indian poet, but would not know who the author of "The Crescent Moon" is.

Toru Watanabe patted Kujo Miki's plump thigh with his right hand, silently comforting her.

With his left hand, he opened the Stray Birds Collection, which looked as new as if it had just been bought, but had been there for some time.

"Man is a newborn child. His power is the power of growth." After reciting it in a stammering voice, Watanabe Toru turned his head to look at Kujo Miki, "What do you mean?"

"you ask me?"

"I don't understand either." Watanabe Toru subconsciously touched the flesh on her leg and continued to recite the next sentence, "I have stars in the sky, but, alas, the little light in my room is not lit."

“How could Tagore win the Nobel Prize for Literature?”

"Wait a minute, Meiji, what you said is very rude. You don't understand, which only proves that you are not educated enough or your aesthetic taste is inconsistent."

"You are number one in liberal arts, do you understand?"

"I'll take another look, maybe I'll understand."

Miki Kujo rolled her eyes at Toru Watanabe and waved away his pinching hand.

Watanabe Toru did not linger on the touch of her thighs. He held the book in one hand and turned the pages with the other. After reading for a while, he said, "Ah, this sentence is good."

"Read it to me." Kujo Miki responded softly, resting her elbows on her knees, holding her face in her hands, and looking at the poetry collection in his hand.

"A melancholy voice nests in the fleeting years. It sings to me at night:..." After reading it, Watanabe Toru turned his head to look at Kujo Miki, "I love you."

"Ah."

"Isn't that a cold reaction? I'm saying 'I love you'."

"Aren't you reciting poetry?"

"This is called expressing emotions through poetry." After saying this, Watanabe Toru suddenly had an idea, "Ah! Am I not resonating with Tagore? Meiji, maybe in the future, your boyfriend, I will be the winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature!"

"That's hard to say." Miki Kujo held her chin, raised her face, and looked into his eyes with a smile.

He was holding a collection of poems in his hand, and if you ignore his nonsense, the way he talked was very youthful and spirited.

Watanabe Tetsuya looked at Kujo Miki. Facing the dim yet bright light on the underground floor, her beautiful face was dyed a soft golden color.

Looking at this face that belongs to him, my heart is filled with sweetness and happiness.

"Meiji, my beautiful princess, can I kiss you?" he said softly with a smile.

“Is this what Tagore said too?”

"Ah."

"If you lie to me, I will punish you."

"Tagore once said that silence is a virtue, but being silent in front of someone you like is cowardice, so he would be happy to admit that he said that just now."

"You're such a smooth talker." Miki Kujo cursed with a sneer.

"Okay, I said that, but it doesn't matter."

Toru Watanabe threw Tagore and his "Strange Birds" aside and reached out to hold Kujo Miki in his arms.

"Anything else you want to say?" He pressed his forehead against hers and whispered, "If not, I'm going to kiss you."

"I allow it." The queen in Toru Watanabe's arms ordered.

Toru Watanabe looked into her eyes, and Miki Kujo also looked into his eyes. There was no shyness between them, only warm sweetness.

Toru Watanabe put his arms around her shoulders and kissed her quietly on the mouth.

Miki Kujo's shoulders trembled slightly, and then her body became limp as usual.

Thirteen seconds later, the two separated.

"Meiji, my beautiful princess, I love you." Watanabe Toru's sigh-like voice sounded between the two people's slightly separated lips.

"I love you too."

Her long black hair fell on her shoulders, and the sweet fragrance of Kujo Miki lingered around Watanabe Toru's nose.

In the underground bookstore in Kanda Jimbocho, the two kissed intimately again.

After enough time for Watanabe Toru to memorize "Asahi" (The Song of the Birds), the two of them were ready to leave the deserted second-hand bookstore.

When he stood up, Toru Watanabe accidentally stepped on the cardigan of Miki Kujo, which had slipped off at some point. She glared at him but said nothing.

Toru Watanabe helped her clean up the dust and went to the counter to buy the copy of Stray Birds.

Chapter 141 Sports Festival (6)

Two busy nights in Chiyoda.

Kujo Miki's voice is different from her usual sweet and hazy voice. It is faintly watery, which is really wonderful.

After a quick wash and refusing the breakfast prepared by the maid, Watanabe Toru took a pill of "Qi and Blood Medicine" and ran towards the Imperial Palace.

The blood was rushing, his body was in a state of full consciousness, and every step he took on the sidewalk was like stepping on a spring, the ground cooperating with him.

His spirit is even more radiant, and even if he is asked to do what he hates the most, he can still maintain an optimistic and happy attitude.

Watanabe Toru was originally full of confidence, and now he was even more spirited. Passersby on the street couldn't help but stare at him.

Occasionally, when our eyes met, I would be subconsciously infected by his spirit, my body would feel itchy, and I would want to take a step forward and run after him, just to move my body.

As we approached the Showa-kan, the light blue transparent panel shook slightly.

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