Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 122 I’m eating, eating, eating!

"I like it."

Qianchuan sniffed and said, "Wow, it smells so good, what is that smell?"

She shifted her gaze to the table, paused, and narrowed her eyes suddenly.

The female receptionist was wearing a cheongsam.

He just sat in his own seat, peeling shrimp for Kitahara.

What's happening here?
ntr in person?

"Why is she here?" Qianchuan asked first.

Then, without waiting for Kitahara to answer, she stomped her slippers on and sat down on Kitahara, not caring how embarrassed she had been just now, to declare her sovereignty.

Kitahara took a deep breath.

In order to avoid exposing herself, Qianchuan still sat like a duck.

The key point is that the pants in the hotel are very thin.

"I am a hotel employee, so I naturally have the obligation to serve customers." The female receptionist did not show any weakness.

She straightened her high-tech chest, unwilling to be outdone.

Qianchuan was furious.

You're saying ntr in front of her, and you still dare to be so arrogant?
She rolled her eyes, grabbed the peeled shrimp on the table and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Since someone is peeling shrimp, I must try it—"

Qianchuan first smiled at the female receptionist, then ate voraciously, "You continue serving me. You are not allowed to stop until I tell you to."

Like service?

I just eat eat eat!

Eat them all!
The receptionist sitting opposite turned pale, thinking she must have run into a starving ghost today.

Halfway through the meal, my girlfriend was still mumbling, "Is there any steak?"

The receptionist glanced at Kitahara, who nodded and said, "Thank you for your help. I'll give you a tip tomorrow."

Who the hell cares whether it’s a small tip or not!
I am here to serve you!
The receptionist thought with a bitter face.

"Slow down, no one will compete with you."

Seeing his girlfriend wolfing down the food, Kitahara patted her belly.

Qianchuan has a round belly.

But although she looked round, she actually didn't eat anything. In the afternoon, she accompanied her mother for a long time and didn't eat a single bite.

For dinner, we also went to omakese, which was very expensive and had very small portions.

"I'm starving."

Qianchuan sat on Kitahara's lap and began to eat voraciously.

Seeing this, Kitahara had no choice but to put down his hand and give his share to her.

Full of wine and food.

After drinking almost a pound of tea, Qianchuan was finally satisfied.

The female receptionist who had been serving all night was so pale that her face turned purple.

"You did a good job. I will reward you tomorrow. Now go and pack up your things." The girlfriend did not forget to finish off the enemy and gave the order in high spirits.

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The female receptionist gritted her teeth, as if she wanted to swallow Qianchuan in one gulp.

unacceptable!

How dare this big-breasted, brainless country woman order me around like this!
But the girlfriend not only gave her orders, but also asked her to clean here and there, and even asked the female receptionist to clean the bathroom and flush the toilet.

After the female receptionist left with a lot of anger.

Qianchuan also complained: "It's so annoying. Don't you have a boyfriend? You stare at others all day long."

Qianchuan turned around and looked at Beiyuan: "Don't you think so?"

"Um"

Beiyuan felt a little guilty and didn't dare to speak.

Close the door.

Qianchuan first lay on the bed and sighed with contentment. Then he looked around and saw Beiyuan still on the sofa, so he moved over and continued to act like an octopus.

Ass, sitting on his lap.

The black hair fell on Kitahara's shoulders.

The whole person was buried in Kitahara like a cat, and refused to leave no matter what he said, "You smell so good, Kitahara."

“So heavy.”

Beiyuan pushed, but found it was no use. He looked strange. Isn't this the scene before going to bed?

Why did she reappear?

Qianchuan's butt was still round and kept sticking to him.

"Okay, go to bed."

“No, no.”

Qianchuan said coquettishly: "I just finished eating and can't sleep. Can you sit with me for a while?"

Kitahara jokingly said, "Did you forget that you bit me just now?"

Qianchuan's eyes flashed with cunning: "Between boyfriend and girlfriend, there's no such thing as overnight grudges. Isn't it all just a shower away?"

Although she admitted that Kitahara's behavior made her feel very embarrassed, she also had to admit that it was indeed very comfortable.
"Don't drink when I'm not around anymore."

"So, I can drink now?"

Qianchuan stared at the red wine on the table, ready to take action.

She did have the idea of taking over Beiyuan tonight, and the source of all this was the conversation with her mother in the afternoon:

"In college, he can only like you, but when he goes to a wider world, with his conditions, a group of girls will surround him."

Senkawa Ryoka is very insecure.

Beiyuan didn't agree. He just tapped his girlfriend's forehead with his fingertips and whispered, "I'm worried about you. Don't drink anymore in the future."

"But you're feeling very uncomfortable."

Qianchuan stuck out his butt.

She naturally knew what Beiyuan's condition was. After all, he had been sitting all the time. She could feel that her seat had changed from a soft seat to a hard seat.

Kitahara touched her hair and whispered a few words in his girlfriend's ear.

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Qianchuan Liangxiang pursed her lips, lowered her head unconsciously, and nodded slightly.

She got up and turned off the light, leaving only the moonlight.

Then she found a sofa and spread her long legs in a more generous manner.

Although there was no moonlight, Kitahara could see clearly. He gently rubbed his girlfriend's face and then kissed her.

Took another shower.

Senkawa Ryoka felt like her body was about to be worn out, so she was the only one who washed three times a day.

but.

If you don’t wash it, your lower abdomen will be very dirty.

She returned to the room and was shocked to find that Kitahara was not wearing any pants.

"Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"