Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Only stalkers would wear this.

"Ansuna said it looked very nice..." She mumbled to herself, her little hands clutching the corner of her clothes reluctantly.

"It looks good, but you can't wear it outside."

Mori Tsukisa nudged Yuno Agatsuma’s belly with her forehead: “You are just like Alia now…”

As soon as she said this, Yuno Agatsuma's expression immediately became dangerous - the girl who was originally standing was quietly looking at Mori Yuesa who was sitting at the head of the bed, then she slowly half-knelt and leaned over, and then she looked up instead.

After she calmed down, Mori Yuesa stopped making noise.

"Yuesha, I don't want you to go out wearing those." The same conversation, but this time the effect is particularly good. The girl's fingers slid on Mori Yuesha's thighs, her eyes full of grievance and depression...

"If you really want..." Yuno Agatsuma smiled bitterly: "Just put it on. I just don't want you to be surrounded by so many people..."

"See?" Mori Yuesha was puzzled and held the back of Yuno's hand: "Hey, if I become a younger sister, Yuno's possessiveness will become so strong?"

Possessive? Sister?

Agatsuma Yuno hugged Mori Tsukisa's calves and put her cheek on her knees...

While sneering quietly, she still replied softly: "Yeah. I don't want my sister to go out wearing something too revealing... Is that okay?"

The black venom flowed from the corners of the girl's eyes onto her knees, and then seeped down drop by drop, penetrating the fluffy carpet and reaching the deepest layer of the floor.

A black rain was falling silently in the living room downstairs.

"I can only wear it for my sister."

"And Ansuna and Nagini." Mori Yuesha added: "Nagini said she liked it very much."

Ah.

Agatsuma Yuno grinned without a smile and hugged Mori Tsukisa's calves tightly. The girl closed her eyes and let her mind wander while sniffing the light mint scent on the girl's body.

You smell so good, Yuesha.

Mori Yuesa, who had no idea what the girl on her lap was thinking, reached out and gently stroked Yuno's head - this scene brought her back to her memories from long ago.

At that time, Tojo Aoi was also like this, lying gently on her thighs. The girl, who was tired after a day's work, fell asleep peacefully under Mori Yuesa's caress.

The difference is that Tojo Aoi has short hair, so her legs feel a little itchy and slightly painful; while Agatsuma Yuno's hair is very soft, like a smooth and seamless satin.

Agatsuma Yuno was thinking about the person who was touching her, and the person who was touching her was thinking about the person who had once lay on his legs.

For a moment, the room was in harmony...

"Moon veil."

"Ok?"

"Why are you going to get an autograph for Nanami Aoyama? Sawari Takakoto?"

"Eh, are you jealous? Sister?" She playfully stroked the girl's ear with her finger. This was something she often did to Tojo Aoi. For some reason, she did it without hesitation: "She likes it. There happens to be a fan meeting. I'll see if I can buy more and get a few autographs for Xiao Nanami. She works very hard."

"There will be more in a few days. I plan to buy them every time! Maybe I can collect them all?"

The person on the leg trembled.

"And then we went to see Hiratsuka Shizuka's grandmother?"

"Hmm. Why doesn't Yuno go?"

"I don't like her, and I don't like her grandmother either."

I only like you.

"Oh, then wait for me to come back."

"Ah."

Chapter 37 Rare Diseases

What does it feel like to be young?

Just like an actor on stage, right?

She freely expressed her abundant emotions on the stage, not caring about injuries and fatigue. She spun and spun, constantly letting the audience see her brilliance and shine.

Like a short-lived meteor that burned violently, it scorched everyone's memory and left a long black burn mark on the white paper.

Stretch your legs, raise your hands, and straighten your body;

Hold your head high, chest out, and pay attention to your posture.

Every step she takes must be just right, and every word she speaks must be exquisite. She does not seek applause, but rather something higher: she wants the pupils of the audience to move with her movements; she wants everyone to be obsessed with her.

Her fingers were as slender as cream, but covered with scars when viewed up close; her calves were long and strong, but in fact they were rough and strong; her feet were like those of an elf, moving in a way that was seductive and provocative, but their insides were covered with calluses.

When the accompaniment appeared, both men and women were like clockwork dolls, following the rhythm perfectly and humming.

But it is impossible to dream forever.

The long flowing black mist hair and the long dress that looks like an angel in heaven will eventually be taken off. By then, she will wear her wedding dress elegantly and walk towards a new life holding the hand of her other half.

Then, the girl's time became limited.

The blue sky becomes the color of children's diaper brands, the green grass becomes the dial on a man's wrist; the crimson rose turns into lipstick to cover pale lips - the black and gray eyeliner also gradually disappears, flowing into purses and the nights of adult men and women.

'In sleep he sang to me,'

'In dreams he came.'

The people on the stage kept singing, but the audience had already left.

'That voice which calls to me,'

'And speaks my name…'

The girl, alone in the spotlight, understood.

That was her past...

It is myself many years ago in my memory many years later.

She was sitting in a wheelchair, covered with wrinkles, and her ten fingers were as ugly as if they had been soaked in hot water for two hours; her hair, which could be hidden in the dark, was now approaching white flames; that beautiful girl was her student days, her youth, and her fearless time many years ago.

She is old now.

Only the elderly can experience the deepest pain of something.

That is, the time of youth can never be regained.

Now, she can only wrap herself in a thick blanket and sit in a wheelchair to bask in the sun on winter afternoons; the courtyard is deserted and quiet. She can't remember what her deceased husband looked like, so she can only hold their photo album, turning the pages one by one and laughing; on the yellowed photo paper, the long-haired girl with red lips and white teeth is smiling, and the tall and broad-shouldered boy is hugging the girl in a strange way and making faces at the camera.

However, people who look at the photos have lost too much time.

Grandma Hiratsuka's cloudy eyes focused and looked at Mori Yuesha who was so close to her.

The girl's sweet smile is like a rose blooming in the cold winter; her teardrop mole and proud figure are hoping that her daughter will grow up quickly so that she can show off her sexy and mature charm - but her perfect baby face is always praying that she will stay in her current state forever and never age.

The girl mischievously and cutely performed the old selections. She held the armrest of the wheelchair, avoided the crowd in the hospital, and sang and laughed quietly beside Grandma Hiratsuka's legs...

Very cute.

"Tsuki, Tsuki..." Grandma Hiratsuka's dry and stiff voice interrupted the singing. "Sa..."

"Grandma?" Mori Yuesha blinked, stood up suddenly and said to Shizuka Hiratsuka who was talking to the doctor not far away: "Single girl! Come quickly! Grandma seems to be awake!"

Running quickly in the hospital corridor in high heels!

"What did you say?!"

Shizuka Hiratsuka squatted anxiously. Behind her was a group of doctors - the dean in the lead, who was leading a few students and holding record sheets.

Hiratsuka Shizuka held the old woman with both hands and asked tentatively: "Grandma?"

His cloudy eyeballs rolled around and he struggled to pull his hand out!

"Who are you? A harasser? I'm telling you, I'm the most popular woman in the troupe! Stop touching me! Ba——"

Then he started to curse.

Mori Yuesha absolutely believed what Shizuka Hiratsuka said, "When she was young, grandma was the most popular woman in the dance troupe." Based on the situation before her, the image of a proud and arrogant beauty suddenly came to life in Grandma Hiratsuka.

Hiratsuka Shizuka: Why am I being scolded again?

"What a coincidence, Ms. Hiratsuka." Mori Yuesa and the other students giggled, and the dean couldn't help but wipe his lips and patted Hiratsuka Shizuka's shoulder: "Ms. Hiratsuka, you can't be impatient about this kind of thing, get up first."

The dejected woman pushed the cursing grandmother through all the examinations. She was still a little depressed until she met an acquaintance.

A student's cousin.

"You probably don't know her name." Shizuka Hiratsuka wanted to laugh when she mentioned that girl: "She's like a hidden boss in the school, with no ability to be noticed. But she's unexpectedly pretty and cute."

Mori Yuesha blurted out a name: "Oh, Kato Megumi?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka was stunned. The young boy behind her also tapped the notepad in his hand in surprise: "Oh... There really is someone who can notice Xiaohui, it's unbelievable."

This is Kato Keiichi, who is Kei's cousin and is about to graduate.

"Keiichi-kun has been a model student since he was young. He is probably... the pride of his family, right?"

"where."

The boy had neat short hair and looked older after putting on the medical uniform. He sat down next to Shizuka Hiratsuka and said, "I've already asked the teacher about grandma's problem, Miss Hiratsuka. This disease can't be cured in a hurry. If you try to stimulate it, you can only get a brief lucidity like what happened just now."

"You need to talk to her more and take her to places that will leave a deep impression on her. Anyway, the weather is nice, go out for a walk more."

Shizuka Hiratsuka was a little disappointed, but still nodded.

"Come to think of it, you haven't been to the hospital much lately." Kato Keiichi, who could already be called a man, glanced mysteriously at Mori Tsukisa and Hiratsuka Shizuka, and whispered in front of the two of them, "It seems that a new disease is spreading recently, and it's scary."

sick?

What disease?

"It's not clear yet." Kato Keiichi was also confused: "Those corpses...oh...sorry." After spitting out professional terms, the man suddenly realized that he was saying something very bloody to the two ladies.

"Ah, you're really spoiling the fun." Hiratsuka Shizuka patted her knees and glanced at Mori Yuesa: "We are both people who are more curious than afraid, Keiichi who will shorten his tone by two centimeters if he speaks halfway."

"Medically speaking, that's impossible." The serious medical student looked stern and shook his head under Hiratsuka Shizuka's silent gaze. "It's not something that needs to be kept secret, at least not yet. Those professors have been researching for several days but have no clue."

It's a strange disease.

First, it is not contagious.

Secondly, most of the patients were young people (some middle-aged), and almost all of them were men. Thirdly, the bodies were severely aged.

Is it possible for a person to go through his entire life in the moment when the cue hits the billiard ball?

“…Aging?” Shizuka Hiratsuka frowned, and the woman began to feel uncomfortable.

Kato Keiichi nodded: "The ID says he's 25, but his bone age is already 80. There's no way to explain it."

This rare condition appears mysteriously and without warning.

Chapter 38 The Longevity Eater

After seeing off Shizuka Hiratsuka and Sa Morizuki, Keiichi Kato waited for his cousin.

"Do I really need you to deliver it?" The man took the lunch box and sighed at the pretty girl in front of him, "Why do I have to make something like this every day? I can't even eat it."

You can smell the strong medicinal scent before you even open the lid.

"It's the elders' expectation of you." Kato Hui tilted her head: "You are the treasure of the Kato family."

"Stop talking nonsense."

"My mother said so." The girl walked around her cousin's small office with her hands behind her back. "It's a simple place. Brother Keiichi must have worked hard. No wonder he has to eat these."

"It's not my request..." Kato Keiichi muttered, and stuffed his family's 'expected' lunch box into a place, looking like he didn't even know how to eat it.

Kato Megumi didn't say anything either.

"Then I'll go back?"