Classic soul swap, but a musical

"Yeah." She became happy.

This kind of restaurant is very convenient, and Mu looked forward to going back. He finished the dinner on the plate in a rather elegant but quick manner.

He went to the front desk to check out. The girl stood beside him like a doll, attracting many eyes.

This is not the point.

The key point is that she took out her wallet and handed it directly to the cashier opposite, indicating that she wanted to use her money.

After I went out, it was completely dark, but the lights around me were so bright that I couldn't see any stars when I looked up.

A cool breeze blew towards him, and he held the soft little hand, but Mu was still unwilling to let him hold his left hand.

"Love..." Her eyes were full of longing.

"I see. Wait a moment." Aragaki Ai took her to a fruit store, thought for a while, bought some fruits, and asked the store owner to help cut them into small pieces and put them in different boxes.

He wanted to pay, but Mu paid instead.

There is an illusion of being a gigolo.

The two returned to the office's lounge. The room was about ** square meters and could only accommodate a sofa and a coffee table.

I pressed the switch on the wall with my fingers, and the orange light scattered slightly, warm but not dazzling.

Ai Aragaki took off her coat and hung it aside.

Pushing the coffee table slightly forward to leave some space, the doll girl sat beside him, looking at him, her eyes occasionally falling on the box on the table. Her little leather shoes swayed slightly, and it was obvious that she was in a good mood.

The skirt she wore today had some Gothic elements, with very complicated patterns on the hem and some rose decorations.

The last time we went to a doll store together, Ai once said that she might look good in that style.

He didn't remember it very well. He just mentioned it casually while shopping and didn't remember it very clearly.

The air temperature seemed to be rising, and the central air conditioning didn't seem to be very effective. Aragaki Ai didn't feel any coolness at all, probably because the air conditioning hadn't been used much in spring.

He thought about it and decided that it might not be easy to feed them while they were sitting side by side. He thought it might be better to use another posture.

"Mu, move sideways a little."

"Hmm?" The doll girl tilted her head, her long light green hair hanging down, and turned her head to the side.

Seeing that she didn't understand, Aragaki Ai put her fingers on her shoulders, moved closer to her, the two of them were very close, almost touching, and said.

"Mu, do you really want me to feed you?"

“…” She blushed, thinking of the couple who had just fed each other with a perfectly normal attitude.

His fingers touched her shoulders, rubbing down little by little, finally reaching her arms, and his other hand rested on her knees, slightly inward.

"Why don't you speak?" he asked.

"Well......."

Little Mutou finally remembered that he was shy.

"Mu, do you want me to feed you?" Aragaki Ai naturally adjusted her posture, like a real doll, letting him manipulate her.

The girl's back was leaning against the armrest and the wall, her thighs resting on his legs, her knees naturally bent downwards, her calves stretched to the other side, her small leather shoes placed on the sofa, and her legs in white stockings pressed against his legs.

The orange light concealed her shyness, and her voice was very weak, accompanied by a nod.

"think."

Aragaki likes to use the fork given as a gift to pick up a piece of mango and put his left hand underneath to prevent it from falling on his clothes.

He put it to Mu's mouth with a wicked smile on his face, "Do you want to eat it?"

"Yeah." There was anticipation in her eyes.

"Then...beg me." Aragaki Ai blinked and smiled.

"Hmm..." Her eyes drifted away, not daring to look him in the eye. After dozens of seconds, she straightened her eyes and met his gaze.

The girl took a deep breath and grasped his sleeve, as if preparing herself mentally.

"Love...please."

"No, it's not enough."

"Um..." She was a little anxious, looking at the boy with eyes for help, her tone a little pleading, a little bit of coquettishness.

"like....."

"Okay, Nuo, open your mouth." Aragaki Ai's smile was getting brighter and brighter, and she was ready to tease him first.

She parted her lips slightly, faced the fork coming towards her, and held the mango in her mouth. The flesh was on the tip of her tongue, and she was reluctant to swallow it for a long time.

"Is it sweet?" asked Aragaki Ai.

"Very sweet." She thought that Ai would continue to feed her, so she swallowed the mango in her mouth.

He picked up another piece of watermelon, again holding it with his left hand, and brought it to Mu's mouth.

"How will Mu repay me?"

"Ah?" She was stunned.

"I work so hard to feed you, don't you want to think about how to repay me?"

Aragaki Ai put the watermelon into her mouth and could feel her legs exerting force, which seemed a little tense.

She felt the sweetness and whispered, "I can feed...love too."

"Yeah, but I don't need it."

Aragaki Ai blinked, put the fork aside, and waited for her to eat before continuing to feed her.

"Hmm..." She lowered her head.

"Mu, have you thought it through? If not, I won't feed you." He held the girl's legs, his left hand resting on the white silk of her calf. He could feel that it was high-quality material and felt very good.

"Can....."

Xiao Mutou thought for a while but couldn't figure out what to do. The corners of his eyes and eyebrows drooped a little.

She swallowed and pursed her lips.

"like....."

"Ok?"

Aragaki Aizhen smiled more and more happily, picked up the mango again and put it in front of her.

"Want to eat?"

"Yes." She raised her body slightly, bit the fork, and put the fruit pulp into her mouth.

She took the opportunity to sit up, put her calves on Aragaki Ai's thighs, reached out to take another fork, picked up a piece of melon, and imitated Aragaki Ai's posture to hand it to him.

Aragaki Ai was afraid that she would dirty her skirt, so she leaned over, grabbed the fork and put it in her mouth.

She smiled, "Do you like it?"

"Well, I like everything Xiao Mutou feeds me." Aragaki Ai took her left hand away and fed her again.

He swallowed it and picked up the mango with a fork.

After hearing what he said, Mu was too embarrassed to look at him. She turned her head away, put her fingers together in front of her chest, fingertips touching each other, and her eyes wandered.

"Come on, Mu."

"Ah."

The air seemed to become hot, Mu opened his mouth and was fed a mango by him.

Volume 1: Chapter 105 Exercises

The air conditioning in the office should be just the right level of comfort, but both of them felt the air becoming warm.

After all, this heat is caused by people and is a feeling brought about by changes in mood.

Watching Mu swallow the mango, his lips were very thin, with a slight cherry pink color.

She noticed Aragaki Ai's gaze, tilted her head, and had a delicate face. Her long hair and white dress with Gothic decorations further deepened the feeling of a doll.

After the two of them fed each other for a while, her shyness disappeared. She looked at him with a smile in her eyes, picked up a piece of watermelon, put it to his mouth and fed it to him.

This set of movements became familiar.

Mu looked at the dwindling fruit and tilted his head, "Ai, don't you like mangoes?"

"No, I don't have any particular preference for fruit."

Aragaki Ai speaks the truth.

Since Mu likes mangoes, give it to her. It doesn't matter what he eats.

"Hmm..." She tilted her head and leaned back.

"Don't you want to eat anymore?" Aragaki Ai felt that she was almost full. He had used Mu's body before and knew her appetite very well.

She nodded, but in her heart she still wanted to eat a little more, fearing that Ai would not feed her next time.

A hint of regret flashed in Mu's eyes. He picked up the fork and began to feed Aragaki Ai.

"......like."

"Oh."

As if it were a game, Mu started feeding him food. Often, as soon as he swallowed a piece, he would be handed another piece with a puppy-like expression, expecting him to eat it.

How can I refuse this?

But before the two of them finished eating, Aragaki Ai's phone kept ringing. He picked it up and saw that it was a small group he had created, and Chuhua was helping Xiangzi improve the lyrics.

Seeing that he hadn't swallowed for a long time, Mu's eyes were filled with doubt. He leaned forward, and thanks to his flexibility from ballet training, he easily approached him and looked at the phone screen with him.

He had nothing to hide from Mu, so he showed it to her and looked through the chat history.

".....This is?"

"A small group that writes lyrics." Aragaki Ai replied, "Chuhua is helping Xiangzi."

"Oh..." She didn't say much, her face calm.

Next came the teacher’s message. Aragaki Ai clicked it and it became read.

"Where did you go to eat? Why aren't you back yet?"

"It will be over soon."

When Mu saw the message, he realized that he had no time left tonight. He stared at the screen, feeling the orange light dim, and his eyes slightly turned away.

"Sorry, Mu, I have to go to class." He turned off his phone and ate the remaining fruit on the table in a few bites.

"Ah."

She moved her calves, very reluctantly, and very slowly, then stood up and followed him.

Ai Aragaki looked at her, helped smooth out some wrinkles, and tidied her clothes.

The two of them picked up the garbage, took it out, and rushed to the piano lesson. Mu didn't say anything, but followed him and went to the piano lesson with him.

Ai Aragaki sat in front of the piano. The female pianist glanced at Mu but did not stop her.

The class has begun. I have already decided on the song of farewell, so I need to practice and polish it continuously to achieve perfection.

Compared to the translation of "farewell", Aragaki Ai prefers "parting", because farewell seems like an ordinary feeling, and it seems that we will meet again soon, but parting is different. It feels like I am leaving this time and I don’t know when I can come back.

His fingers danced on the keys as he began to play the first time, but was stopped before he was halfway through.

Again.

Play.

Stop.

After repeating it three times, the female pianist shook her head and sat down to demonstrate it to him.

“No, you pushed too hard and were too particular about the details, which caused you to be stuck.