Tokyo Love Story

When she entered the master bedroom, she took a look at the bathroom that was attached to the bedroom.

Her only comment on the bathroom was that having a big house does have its advantages.

For example, the bathroom in the master bedroom is almost as big as the public bathroom in their house. As for the public bathroom on the first floor, she could only say that it vaguely felt like a small bathhouse.

"In this case, I can take a hot shower at night." Beichuan Che paused, and said with more emotion, "This time, everything is really available."

"in addition……"

Ejima Myo lowered her eyebrows and lowered her voice.

"I have checked, the house is clean, there are no 'eyes' that shouldn't be there."

After he finished speaking, Beichuan Che took out his cell phone and nodded silently.

"Ah."

*

Just as described in the weather bulletin, the rain did not get lighter as most people expected, but instead got heavier and heavier, and there was even some increasingly intense thunder.

Amid the rumbling thunder, the rain was thick, and the rain was like a black curtain, covering the entire city, leaving only darkness and the few lights that lit up in the increasingly heavy rainy night.

At exactly nine o'clock in the evening, Kitagawa Che was sitting on the bed in the largest master bedroom on the second floor, looking down at a novel that Ejima Tadashi carried with him.

The cabinet lamps on both sides of the bed are emitting soft light.

This was the first hour since he and Miao Hu said goodnight, and also the first hour since he started reading the book.

The rainstorm started to get heavier after they had dinner.

There was no power outage in the villa area, but the mobile phone signal became worse due to the increasingly severe weather.

You can make and receive calls, but if you want to surf the Internet, the signal is probably not good enough.

Not to mention watching videos, even browsing a web page takes a long time to load.

But then again, in weather like this, choosing to stay in bed and read a physical novel is also a very comfortable and pleasant thing.

Thinking about this, Beichuan Che took off his slippers, got on the bed, and leaned against the headboard.

Time just passed by minute by minute.

After replying to Kitaen Rin'in's good night message, Kitagawa Che put away his phone, glanced at the time, and then turned to the last page of the novel.

The hero in the novel finally saved the princess he had been dreaming about day and night, but because of this, he closed his eyes forever.

Shaking his head, Beichuan Che closed the novel.

Strictly speaking, this novel still follows the old-fashioned style.

In order to make the whole book a little more exciting, the author chose tragedy.

But, if I were to come...

Beichuan Che sighed, then chuckled at himself.

Writing is, after all, a personal matter, and he cannot use his own aesthetics to replace the author of this novel's aesthetics.

Even though he really doesn't like tragedy.

In other words, if there can be a happy reunion, who would be willing to endure the pain of separation alone?

Especially for those who have already had it, being separated by the Yin and Yang is quite cruel.

Boom, boom, boom.

Suddenly, there was a regular knock on the door.

"Master, have you rested?"

Ejima Myoko's cold voice sounded outside the door.

"Well, I'm going to take a break. What's going on?"

Beichuan Che put the novel on the bedside table on his side, got up, put on his plush slippers, walked to the door and opened it.

The downside of having a too-large master bedroom is that you have to walk much further than usual just to open the door.

"I..." Looking at Kitagawa Che in front of her, wearing only a single layer of clothes, holding a quilt and a pillow, Ejima Miao hesitated for a moment, bit her thin lips lightly, and finally said the lame excuse that was even used once by her 'student', "The thunder was too loud, I was a little scared."

This……

Beichuan Che always felt that he had heard this sentence somewhere before.

But after hesitating for a long time, he finally stepped aside and motioned for Ejima Miu to come in.

Click.

With the sound of the door being locked, Ejima fled to the bedside, took off her slippers on the right side of the bed, spread the quilt, and then lay down.

The entire action was done in one go, so smoothly and coherently as if it had been rehearsed countless times.

Looking at Ejima Myo who had lifted the quilt to cover her entire face, Kitagawa Che subtly withdrew his gaze. Who could have thought that a girl who was so strong in life would be afraid of rainy days.

But it's normal.

Muttering this in his heart, Beichuan Che pretended that he saw nothing, walked to the bed, lay down on it, and then pulled up the quilt to cover himself.

Feeling the movement beside her, Ejima Miu, who buried her head in the quilt, pursed her red lips and quietly moved the quilt covering her head away.

"I'll turn off the light."

"Ah."

Beichuan Che didn't notice the girl's little action. He supported himself with his left hand, stretched out his right hand, turned off the main light in the room, then returned to the quilt and moved to the middle of the bed.

The bed in the master bedroom is specially made to special specifications. The 3x4 size is enough for the person sleeping on it to turn over several times without falling off.

pat.

As the main light in the room went out, the room suddenly became dim.

With only the sound of rain, two people lying in the same bed can even hear each other's breathing.

Time, which seemed slow just now to Beichuan Che, suddenly became even slower.

Ejima Mio quietly turned around, propped up her chin with her right hand, raised her eyebrows, and looked out the window with the curtains drawn thoughtfully.

If this were their home, then sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looking out, they would probably be able to see the cold rainy city scene. Perhaps they could also see a few unbelieving people, or office workers who are eager to go home, holding umbrellas and walking stubbornly in such a heavy rain.

If you are willing to look a little further, you should be able to barely see the lit advertising signs on the tall buildings in the distance, as well as the neon lights that are constantly changing colors.

However, this is not in the residential area of ​​Bunkyo Ward, Tokyo, but in a quieter villa area.

pat, pat.

Big raindrops hit the window glass, and the sound of rain was so clearly audible at this moment.

call.

I told you, this is a great opportunity.

and so……

Seize the opportunity, great!

After encouraging herself in her heart, Ejima Mio lay back on the bed and unbuttoned her clothes.

A rustling sound followed.

Ejima Mio took off her clothes, revealing the charming scenery underneath. Her white and tight thighs shyly crossed slightly, and at the base of her thighs, the black underwear with a rose pattern made subtle rubbing sounds.

call.

She took a deep breath, turned sideways, and moved closer to Beichuan Che. Then, she reached out and held his hand, gently placing his hand on her waist.

hiss.

As if she had been electrocuted, her back subconsciously tensed up and her face was flushed.

The touch of delicate skin came, without the obstruction of clothes, and the waves of heat at the touch seemed to be silently responding to its owner's nervous but expectant mood.

In this case, it should actually be the man who takes the initiative.

Kitagawa Che adjusted his breathing, turned his head, put his arms around Ejima Mio's slender waist, and his eyes slowly swept from bottom to top.

At this moment, Ejima Myo's slender body and full curves were all captured in his eyes.

"Master."

There was a hint of embarrassment in Ejima Tadashi's voice.

At this distance, she could clearly feel her young master's gaze as if he was appreciating some kind of work of art.

But she didn't want to hide away.

As she struggled, her skin, as white and tender as a freshly boiled egg, became tinged with a layer of blush.

There is something that Kitaen Rin said that is very true.

People have many sides. For example, at work, Miao is a dedicated and best attendant. But in private, this attendant will suddenly change and give her some ideas that will make her blush just by listening to them. They are really effective, but they are also really embarrassing.

Every time at this time, she would unconsciously wonder what kind of side of her would be when Ejima Mia really needed to do the same thing as her.

After all, in the eyes of this attendant, he always ranks first.

Miao gave all her almost hypocritical gentleness, docility and virtue, and only gave them to him.

"Master, Miao said that Miao will always be by your side."

Ejima Myo looked at Kitagawa Che.

Those beautiful, ruby-like, clear eyes were filled with tenderness and love that could melt everything.

"Miss Rinone will see you getting better and better, and I will tolerate all your weaknesses."

As their eyes met, she hugged him gently.

"So..." She paused, "It's okay."

A faint fragrance rushed into the nose, and a mosquito-like voice of affirmation sounded in Beichuan Che's ears.

The heavy rain was still falling.

But the atmosphere in the bedroom is no longer as deserted as it was at the beginning.

It’s a little chilly on a rainy night, and my mood is exciting.

Two-in-one, this chapter can only be said to be wandering on the edge.

Thank you to all the teachers at Jiuyou for your monthly tickets. Your support is my motivation for writing.

see you tomorrow!

Chapter 271 Special Attack on Che

Tokyo time, 10 o'clock in the evening, in the Morishima family, in Morishima Yukisa's room.

“Is it raining heavily over there?”

Looking at her daughter on the phone screen, Yukie Morishima's delicately made-up face was full of worry.

Although she herself knew that Xuesha had been living alone without her for a long time, and with the help of Che, Xuesha had the ability to live independently, she still felt uneasy when she thought of the thunderstorm warning between red and purple.

Perhaps it was true what her assistant had said teasingly, there is no mother who does not love her children. For a mother like me who has been away from her daughter for a long time, this is even more so after taking off that disguise.

“It’s very big.”

After taking a shower and changing into pajamas, Yukisa Morishima sat on the edge of the bed and corrected her mother's statement.

Starting from nine o'clock in the evening, the night rain in Tokyo became heavier and heavier, and the original heavy rain suddenly turned into a thunderstorm.

Fortunately, she had long since adapted to thunderstorms.

Morishima Yukie didn't say anything, and the worry on her face became more and more intense.

"Actually, it's not as exaggerated as you think, mom."

Yukisa Morishima thought about it, picked up her phone, stood up, then walked to the bay window in the room, opened the curtains, and pointed the camera of her phone out the window.

Although it is pitch black outside the window at this moment, you can still see the dense raindrops hitting the glass window.

It seems so."

After looking at the raindrops on the glass window for a while, the worry on Yukie Morishima's face eased a little.