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"Do you want to touch my feet?" Lenai tilted her head back with her eyes closed. Her fair little face looked white, transparent, sparkling, and green under the rain, in the night, under the lights, and in the splashes of water caused by raindrops hitting the ground.

"Lena, it's my fault that I accidentally saw your socks, but you can't say I'm lewd just like that." Shirakawa Haru wanted to put her hand on Lena's head and rub her head, but then she thought her hands were dirty, so she gave up, "Who taught you these things?"

"Don't you want to touch me?" Le Nai opened her eyes, then jumped onto the entrance, dragging Shirakawa Haru's shoes, which were several sizes too big, along the corridor and into the living room. "The roadshow is taking a break. An interesting woman said that. My classmate also said that."

"It's understandable that women we meet on the street during a break in a roadshow would talk about this kind of topic, but are all junior high school girls nowadays so precocious?" Shirakawa Haru followed behind Lenai and asked Lenai while pressing the light switch.

Girls nowadays mature very early, but Shirakawa Haru really doesn't know this.

Because he didn't pay attention to these things in the past and was not sensitive to these things at all, otherwise he wouldn't feel at a loss about those girls who had unusual feelings for him.

"Lena, I don't know," Yaya said as she walked into the living room. She looked up, her mouth wide open, stunned by the luxurious furnishings of Shirakawa Haru's home: first, the doors that opened and closed, each containing a wardrobe and bookshelves filled with ten thousand books, then the piano and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows at the back. The house had three floors. The first floor was used for entertaining guests, with things like a bar, a pool table, and a card table, as well as the guest rooms. The second floor was the owner's quarters, with the master bedroom. It also had a living room, smaller than the first floor, with more furniture and a more personal feel. Lena couldn't see what was on the third floor, but she knew there was a large open-air balcony. A sweet aroma wafted from it, suggesting a garden filled with flowers.

As soon as I walked into the living room, the first thing that hit me was the aroma of apples, followed by the scent of old-fashioned furniture made from various precious tree species and the dried linden flowers that had been placed on the balcony and coffee table as early as June and July...

"Qing's house is so beautiful." Lenai said.

"It's just that the styles of the interior furnishings and soft furnishings are a bit mixed. Many of the furniture on the first floor are antiques. I thought they would get moldy and produce odors if left in the attic, so I just left them there without moving them." Shirakawa Haru took an apple from the fruit basket on the coffee table, went to the kitchen to wash it, peeled it, cut it, and put it on a porcelain plate and placed it in front of Le Nai.

"So sweet." Lenai picked up a piece of apple with a toothpick and put it in her mouth to chew. Then she asked Baichuan Qing to sit next to her, picked up another piece and put it next to Baichuan Qing's mouth, "Qing, have one too."

"I can do it myself...thank you." Shirakawa Haru wanted to take the toothpick from Lenai's hand and eat it himself, but Lenai refused to give it to him, so he had to open his mouth and eat the apple Lenai fed him. "It's very sweet."

"Hmm~" A soft hum was squeezed out of Kaname Rana's throat. She climbed onto the soft leather sofa, put her legs together, and swayed her calves gently, touching her buttocks.

Although her body was still a little wet, Kaname didn't feel cold at all.

The walls of Shirakawa Haru's house are very thick, and the cold outside cannot penetrate at all. As soon as Shirakawa Haru entered the living room, he turned on the air conditioner and heater.

Yao Lenai ate a little of the apple, and then played with it by poking holes in the apple with a toothpick.

In fact, she didn't want to eat the apple at night, but because Shirakawa Haru had peeled and cut it for her, she ate it.

Baichuan Qing will definitely let her take a shower soon, and then she will go to bed.

Kaname wants to stay with Shirakawa Haru for a while longer.

The living room was quiet. The wall clock ticked, not loud but resonant. The final tick was louder, richer, and lingering. Two openwork hands, one long and one short, crossed a circle of Roman numerals. The disc was a complex pattern, depicting two naked children hugging each other, seemingly never to grow up.

"Tick-tick-tick-ding ...

At this time, the phone rang on Yao Lenai's body. Yao Lenai was stunned for a moment, then he inserted the toothpick into the apple, reached into his pocket, took out the mobile phone, put it to his ear, and answered the call.

"Lena, can you go home now? It's raining heavily again. If you can't find the stray cat, mom and dad will go with you to look for it tomorrow morning, but now, you should go home first. It's raining heavily now. Where are you? I'll call a taxi for you." The voice of Lenai's mother came from the other end of the phone.

"I'm at a friend's house, getting ready to take a shower. I won't be back tonight." Yao Lenai said. She winked at Shirakawa Haru beside her, and reached out a hand to cover Shirakawa Haru's lips as she was about to speak.

"I want to play with Qing and stay here tonight. Is that not okay?" Lenai asked Shirakawa Qing softly.

Shirakawa Haru lowered his head in silence, pulled out a tissue from the coffee table and wiped around the porcelain plate with the cut apples.

There are obviously no water stains.

Lenai jumped off the sofa, stepped on the blanket with her bare white feet, and hugged Shirakawa Haru.

"A friend's house? Showering!" Yao Le Nai's mother Yao Bei was visibly flustered after hearing what her daughter said. "Which friend is it? Do I know him? Where are you?"

"At Qing's house." Lenai said.

"Who's 'Qing'? Oh... is she your friend from that band?" Yao Lenai glanced at Yao Yi, who was sitting next to her and also listening to the phone. She winked at him, put the phone away and said to him, "Lenai is at the house of her band friend. What should I do? Should I ask her to come back? I'm a little worried about her."

"There's nothing to worry about." Yao Yi put down the newspaper and looked at Yao Bei. "How could you not know our daughter? She looks like she knows nothing, but she's actually very smart. She understands many things immediately. If someone approaches her with bad intentions, do you believe that person wouldn't even be able to get her name?" Yao Yi had 100% trust in his daughter. "Since Lenai thinks Qing is a good person and she likes her very much, then Lenai should have no problem staying at her house overnight."

"Okay." Yaobei nodded and turned the muted TV program back on. She said, "Okay then. Lenai, you should stay over at your friend's house tonight. Remember to behave yourself when you're in someone else's house... Qing, Lenai's friend, please take care of Lenai tonight."

"I will, Auntie," said Shirakawa Haru.

"Well, thank you Qing for helping to take care of Lenai. From your voice, I can tell that Qing must be a very responsible and pretty girl." Yaobei said.

Shirakawa Haru's voice has the same neutral quality as his face, sometimes cold and sometimes warm, depending on your first impression of him.

If you think Shirakawa Haru is a woman, then Shirakawa Haru's voice will be colder; if you think Shirakawa Haru is a man, then his voice will be warmer.

In the impression of Shirakawa Haru that Yaobei got from Lenai, Shirakawa Haru was a girl who was a few years older than Yao Lenai and took care of her.

"Auntie, I'm not..." Before Baichuan Qing could finish his words, Kaname blocked his lips with her fingers and then chuckled.

"What's the matter?" Yaobei asked.

"It's okay." Shirakawa Haru was still wiping the coffee table with a tissue.

"Well, Qing, goodbye. Lenai, goodbye and good night." Yaobei said, preparing to hang up the phone.

"Good night, Mom." He asked Lenai to hang up the phone.

"Lena..." Shirakawa Haru wanted to say something.

"Qing is the best to me." Lenai took the initiative to hug him, lying in his arms and whispering.

"Go take a shower now." Shirakawa Haru touched Lenai's head with her hand. It was a little sticky, as it would be after the apple juice dried. Lenai combed her hair with her hand.

Shirakawa Haru took the porcelain plate to the kitchen and washed it, then washed her hands again, then led Yao Lena upstairs to the bathroom.

"Do you want to wear my sister's clothes, Lenna?" Shirakawa Haru took out a set of home clothes and silk pajamas from Yuki's closet. The home clothes were similar in style to the clothes Lenna was wearing, but they were bigger and looser.

Yuki Suho has several rooms full of clothes, most of which are bought and worn only once. So Shirakawa Haru lends them to Rakuna, which is a good way to make good use of them.

"Qing's sister will be angry." Lenai glanced at the clothes and said, "No." She shook her head.

"No." Shirakawa Haru took out his phone and prepared to send a message to Suho Yuki, "If Lenai doesn't believe me, I'll send her a message right now."

"No." Lenai insisted.

"What should I do? I don't have any extra clothes for girls at home."

"If not, I won't change. Clothes, dry."

"...Then Lenae, do you want to wear my clothes?" Shirakawa Haru thought for a moment and decided that it wouldn't be a good idea to not change after a shower. On the one hand, the clothes might not be dry yet, and on the other hand, they might be sticky and uncomfortable with a mixture of sweat and rain. He figured Lenae would wear his slippers, so maybe the clothes would be acceptable. "They're not dirty, they're clean, and they don't smell."

"It can't be said that there is no smell at all. There may be a floral scent of spices such as mint, lavender or cloves. This is the smell of the sachet, which is used to repel insects," said Shirakawa Haru.

"Yes. Your clothes smell just like Haru's, they smell good," Kaname said. "I'm going to take a shower first," she walked into the bathroom.

"What should I do with my underwear?" Before Shirakawa Haru could ask, Lenai closed the bathroom door.

The sound of running water gurgled in the bathroom, and milky white mist was lingering, casting a hazy shadow on the tiles on the wall, the floor, and the glass mirror in front of the washbasin.

Accompanied by the subtle sounds of rippling water and water droplets splashing to the ground, the girl with short silver hair slowly sat up in the porcelain white bathtub that was large enough to accommodate several adults. After taking a few deep breaths, she stood up and stood in the middle of the bathtub.

The running water when she left the bathtub kept dripping down the girl's short silver hair. The crystal clear water droplets stuck to her young body, reflecting the silver light in the hazy mist. She was covered with a sari and wrapped in silk, like a moon, and the soul of the moon was in her!

Her fair body was flawless and slender, with graceful curves. The tip of her nose, her lips, her long, slender legs, her earlobes shaped like tiny, cute drops of water, and her delicate, clearly visible scapular bones...

Water droplets slid across every line on her body, fell into the water through her calves, and created ripples.

The white light cast a faint purple hue on her fair skin, which was the color of Lenai's veins. Her skin was very thin, and the color of her veins was easily visible.

She stepped out of the bathtub with her legs, which were shining seductively, and a faint blush appeared on her face.

It’s not that Lenai doesn’t want to continue taking a bath, but if she continues, she will faint in the bathtub in a while.

She pushed open the bathroom door, and moist steam rushed out with her movement, like wind blowing up dust on the winter snow.

The clothes that Shirakawa Haru found for her lay quietly on a shelf nearby.

It was still the same set of pajamas, but the clothes that were similar in style to Lenai's had been taken away, replaced by a large white T-shirt and shirt, and a pair of cotton women's underwear.

Lenai tilted her head, looking at the clothes, and finally only reached out for the T-shirts and shirts.

A piece of paper fell from her clothes. Le Nai picked up the paper after putting on her shirt. The design of this shirt was a bit like a windbreaker, and the hem was very long. When she wore it, it could directly cover her calves.

The note read: "After you shower, Lenai, go straight back to your room and sleep. Your room is in the farthest corner on the second floor. The air conditioner remote is on the nightstand, and the room light is by the door. Lenai, you don't need to turn off the hallway light; just leave it on. I'm afraid you might fall. I sleep in the middle room on the second floor. Come find me if you need anything."

Lenai folded the note carefully and put it in his shirt pocket.

At night, Shirakawa Haru lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. The window in his room was half open. Due to its intricate design, even with the heavy rain today, not a single drop of water could drift in, only a slight chill.

He was worried about whether Lenai had slept well. While Lenai was taking a shower, Shirakawa Haru took a nap. When he woke up, there was no movement in the corridor. The only sound he could hear was the rain outside the window.

He glanced at the time. An hour and a half had passed since Lenai had gone into the bathroom. Lenai hadn't come to see him, so she must have fallen asleep. He should go to bed too.

The rain has not stopped tonight, and the fine rain keeps hitting the window, dripping, playing an endless nocturne.

The door of Shirakawa Haru's bedroom was suddenly pushed open a little, and a petite figure passed through the gap, quietly walked into the room, and sat on the bed. The mattress was then pressed into wrinkles and sank slightly.

I wonder...will Le Na be unable to sleep in the guest room? Bai Chuanqing thought vaguely, and suddenly his hand touched something cold, and then something hot pressed against his body! He suddenly woke up and turned his head, only to find a pair of strange-colored eyes staring straight at him.

The rose opened a little more.

Lenai hooked her arms around Shirakawa Haru's neck.

"Qing, I'm here to sleep with you." Lenai's voice was light and soft.

"Lena, why are you here?" Shirakawa Haru lowered his voice, "...Is it because you can't sleep?" he asked.

"No. The room at Qing's house is very big, the pillows and quilt are very soft, and the bed is very comfortable to sleep on. I like it here and can fall asleep in no time." Le Na crawled closer to Shirakawa Qing, "But I want to sleep with Qing."

"Lena, are you wearing pajamas?" As Lenai got closer to Shirakawa Haru, he could feel more and more how soft the delicate body pressing on him was: the tight abdomen that contracted and expanded, the chest that kept beating, and the long legs that radiated a heat that could burn him...

He didn't dare to continue feeling it.

Because he discovered that it was possible that Lenai was not wearing anything except that T-shirt and shirt.

He could still feel the existence of the shirt just now, but now, he can no longer feel the existence of the shirt!

The rain was falling heavily at night, and the sound of the shirt falling to the ground was drowned out by the sound of the rain.

"Good night, Qing." Just when Shirakawa Qing was at a loss, Lenai closed her eyes and suddenly fell into a deep sleep.

After all, she is just a child. Bai Chuanqing thought, covered her with the quilt, closed her eyes, and fell asleep quickly.

The night rain was still falling, and the raindrops hit the banana leaves that had not yet withered, making a dull sound, the kind often heard in summer.

It's like water dripping into a plastic bucket.

I modified chapter 125 and re-uploaded it.

As the title says, I've re-uploaded chapter 125 and added some extra material. There's not much physical contact, just thoughts and inner thoughts. I even changed the kissing to "kiss & kiss." If it still doesn't pass, I'll be completely pissed. I don't know if it'll pass tonight. If not, if you want to see it, just add me on Penguin and I'll send it to you.

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Chapter 11 Adolescent Boy's Morning

Shirakawa Haru woke up in a not-so-ethereal morning. He looked towards the window, which was still open like last night, having been exposed to wind and rain all night.

The two windows were pushed open further outwards, covered with rain stains that were wet and dry, dry and wet again, and were as gray as if covered with a layer of fog.

The sky outside the window was very dark, and thick clouds stretched across the sky like a rolled-up sea.

It seemed that the sun wouldn't be able to break through the thick clouds anytime soon. Shirakawa Haru lay in bed, looking out through the dimly lit window. He could still see fine raindrops falling from the sky, splashing dust on the branches of the cypress trees.

A light breath hit Baichuan Qing's ears, and only then did he realize that there was someone else in his room besides himself. He slowly turned his head, and then he saw again the pair of yellow and blue eyes, which were as radiant and charming as Lake Baikal and the moon.

Kaname Lenai opened her eyes and looked at Shirakawa Haru silently. When she confirmed that Shirakawa Haru's eyes were focused on her face or eyes, she slightly raised the corners of her mouth.

"Good morning, Lenna." Shirakawa Haru said hello to Lenna. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that whenever Lenna and he fell asleep in the same place at the same time, Lenna would always wake up first.

This is the case in the rehearsal room and in his own home. Lenai is really like a cat. When you play with a cat, you can't help but want to know if the cat is looking at you when you look at it, and if the cat looks away when you look away.

However, every time you look away and look down at the cat in your arms, the cat is always one step ahead of you and is already looking at you before you look at it. In this respect, Lenai is exactly the same as the cat.

"Yeah." Le Nai opened her eyes a little wider. It was obvious that she had woken up very early. She had been lying in bed without moving because she was worried that she would wake up Shirakawa Haru.

Now that Baichuan Qing was awake, she tucked her head into the quilt, which formed a bulge and slowly pressed down on Baichuan Qing's body.

Last night she was very close to Shirakawa Haru, her thighs wrapped around his thighs and her buttocks pressed against his waist and abdomen, but his body was so hot that she could hardly bear it.

So she got off Baichuan Qing and leaned against the side for a while. When she felt cold, Baichuan Qing had already fallen asleep. So she just looked at him instead of lying on him.

Sometimes she's free and willful, and sometimes she's incredibly well-behaved. Perhaps this is just how Lenai handles things. She knows exactly what she can do and when.

Who are important to you and who are not? Who will accept you unconditionally? Who will you fall in love with?

Now she wants to climb back up.

Kaname Lena crawled forward, and when she reached the waist of Shirakawa Haru, who was wearing silk pajamas, she stuck her head out to look into his eyes. There was nothing in his eyes, he was just looking at her - a little higher. Lena shrank back into the quilt, this time she put her thighs on Shirakawa Haru's thighs, and she crawled out of the quilt to look at Shirakawa Haru's eyes again. She was still looking at her, and her eyes did not change, neither encouraging nor rejecting - "Hmph~" Kaname Lena forced out a nasal sound, which was a bit cute. She climbed her whole body on Shirakawa Haru, and the quilt was pushed up high by her. She supported the bed sheet with both hands, looking down at Shirakawa Haru from above.

"Lena, stop making noise." Shirakawa Haru glanced at the alarm clock. It was still early, with daylight just beginning to appear outside the window. They could still sleep a little longer. After a while, he would get up, wash Lenai's clothes, and dry them in the dryer.

Lenai has to wash her own underwear.

"I'm not making a fuss." Lenai stretched out, like a real cat, lowering her head, sticking out her hips and stretching her waist. With a long, lazy moan, Lenai rested her head lightly on Shirakawa Haru's chest, gathered her arms, curled up, and then slowly lowered her hips. However, as if being chopped by the flaming sword guarding the Garden of Eden, Lenai quickly raised her hips that had just been lowered, and fire was burning her.

Her face flushed slightly. Then, with a playful, uninhibited smile, she leaned close to Shirakawa Haru's face, cupped it, and breathed softly upon it. The girl's youthful, astringent figure revealed a certain allure. She said, "Haru, you're a boy after all."