I'm in Tokyo, caught in the clutches of the demon princess.

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Tsumi Gasai's smile was quite subtle.

Sure enough, the little man in front of me was also someone with a strong possessive and conquering desire.

"You should have said you liked this style earlier. From now on, you'll be my one and only in private... Hmm..."

Chapter 78 Friendly Interaction with Aoki Sakura

He started to pretend as he spoke.

"Please feel free to give your orders, Master."

Feng Zejian felt a tingling sensation all over his body; how could a man of his age withstand this?

Tsumi Gasai blinked her eyes and tentatively asked:

"So, may I kiss you?"

Have you brushed your teeth?

"of course."

"bring it on."

After a while of being intimate, Tsumi changed her clothes and they went to Tsumi's new house.

"There shouldn't be any hidden cameras here, right? Your identity is special, it wouldn't be good if you were filmed doing something."

"Understood, Master~"

Feng Zejian felt an awkward chill run down his spine.

"Under normal circumstances, there's no need for this, you know what I mean."

My wife smiled charmingly.

"Okay, little brother."

Feng Zejian went to the kitchen.

Opening the refrigerator reveals a dazzling array of fine ingredients, while on the other side there is a wine cabinet and a bar for drinking coffee and cocktails.

"Sister, can you cook for yourself? The refrigerator is so full."

Tsumi Gasai shook her head.

"Besides cooking instant noodles, I don't know how to cook anything else. The purpose of these ingredients is just to fill the refrigerator, and then I'll throw them away after a while."

This sounds absurd, but it's actually a fear of loneliness; filling the refrigerator to make the whole house feel more alive.

Feng Zejian took out a few ingredients and threw them onto the cutting board.

Gasai Tsumi stared intently at Kazesawa.

I witnessed firsthand how skillfully he transformed cold ingredients into delicious dishes.

Kazesawa cut the perfectly seared steak into pieces, tied them up, and fed them to Tsumi Gasai's lips.

Tsumi Gasai swallowed it whole, her eating manner incredibly tempting.

He swallowed the steak, looking unsatisfied.

"Little brother, I want more."

Kazema couldn't help but laugh, and then fed Tsumasa Tsumi steak again.

At this moment, Tsumi Gasai was completely captivated by Kazesawa, both physically and spiritually.

"Little brother, your cooking skills are just as good as your skills in bed."

"That's quite a high compliment."

At that moment, Feng Zejian remembered something.

"If anything happens, we can still keep in touch by phone. Although this house is in my name, there are other people in it, including my younger sister and a sister I'm close to."

"A close older sister"—that's quite an intriguing description.

Feng Zejian smiled without saying a word.

Are three dishes enough?

Tsumi Gasai hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's enough."

Feng Zejian nodded as well.

"Then I'll make two more dishes."

Gasai Tsumi looked at Kazesawa with a hint of admiration.

He thought to himself, "She really understands women."

The two sat at the dining table, clinking glasses of expensive red wine.

This was the most fulfilling day she had experienced in recent years.

More importantly, this won't be the last day.

After finishing his meal, Feng Zejian washed and put the dishes away, said goodbye, and went back to his room.

Back at his home, Feng Zejian sat on the sofa.

I had planned to visit the foliage viewing area today, but Tsumi Wagatsuma's sudden visit interrupted everything.

That's about it for today.

Fengze logged into Line; this social media account was previously registered.

I've followed quite a few people.

It's quite strange, really. The people I followed in my previous life either came out as gay or went into prostitution; in short, very few of them ended up with a good ending.

Feng Zejian unfollowed all these people except for Aoki Sakura.

Kaze started looking through Aoki Sakura's updates.

I had briefly looked at some of it before, but that wasn't enough.

I need to analyze the details of her actions to understand her personality and find the right approach.

In the few group photos she has taken, Sakura Aoki always smiles happily, which shows that she is not cold-hearted. She doesn't wear much jewelry, which suggests that she doesn't care too much about material things.

The fact that she takes mostly beautiful landscape photos suggests that she is a girl who enjoys life and has an artistic side.

These are all the gains we've made so far.

Feng Zejian flipped through his photo album.

These are landscape photos from my travels over the past two years.

My phone is a bit old, and the camera isn't very good, but the artistic conception makes up for many of the shortcomings.

Kazema chose to send the photo to Aoki Sakura's social media account via private message.

Here's a short greeting: Good afternoon.

Feng Zejian changed his Line name to his real name, and filled in his identity information and date of birth with his real information.

After filling out the form, post the photo that you privately sent to Aoki Sakura to your social media feed.

Luckily, I had plenty of stock, otherwise it would have been difficult to get one a day by the end of the competition.

Kazema had no expectation that Aoki Sakura would return immediately.

The probability of that is so small that it's practically impossible.

Then I saw a comment under my post, and upon closer inspection, it was none other than Aoki Sakura!

Aoki Sakura did not reply, but instead left a comment under her own post.

"Where is this place? Although the image quality isn't very clear, it's so beautiful."

The reply came too quickly, which was beyond Feng Zejian's expectations.

But he still chose to reply.

"It's dangerous up in the Java Mountains, I don't recommend you go there."

"Thank you. Got it."

Seeing how proactive Aoki Sakura was, Kazema decided to try a different approach.

I want to become a travel blogger myself.

Upload your experiences along with photos.

Thinking this way, I deleted the post.

I received a message in my private message.

"Why were the photos deleted? I didn't have time to save them."

Feng Zejian also speaks his mind.

"I plan to write down my travel experiences along with some photos, so that others will have a better understanding of them."

That time, I gave a thumbs up.

My fans have gone from zero to one.

Feng Zejian began to connect the memories in the photos and wrote down in detail about his journey.

As I wrote, I actually got a little hooked and switched from my phone to my computer.

Every part of my journey is vivid in my memory and precious in every way.

Even if my soul were reborn, I might not have been able to get through this without the journey of the past two years.

Perhaps, recording one's own life is a rather interesting thing.

In the women's dormitory at Inada University, Aoki Sakura is carefully reading an article written by Kazesawa Masakazu.

Feng Zejian's writing is very detailed and immersive; it's no exaggeration to say that you feel as if you're actually there.

At this moment, Feng Zejian was still typing away at his computer.

He was reminiscing about the journey he had taken.

Before she knew it, Rio Sawada returned home from get off work and saw Kazema focused on his work. Without disturbing him, she washed some fruit, cut it into pieces, and placed it next to Kazema.

"Thank you."

"Don't focus too much, or you won't be able to get down when it's time to eat."

"Ah."

Two hours later, Rio Sawada reminded them, "It's time to eat."

"Two minutes."

Rio Sawada shook her head helplessly and smiled.

I told you, it wouldn't download.

About ten minutes later, Feng Zejian finished writing the sixth page.

They arrived at the dining table.

Rio Sawada shared her daily routine as usual, while Kazema listened attentively.

Since changing jobs, Rio Sawada has smiled much more and looks much younger.

This is perhaps the life she was meant to have.