Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

Gently patting Ijichi Seika's back, Narusawa Kaede sighed. He was so focused on kissing her... oh, I should have given her water first. He should have helped Ijichi Seika sit up.

In short, Ijichi Hoshika was absolutely unwilling to try this novel way of feeding water this time.

Ichi Hoshika lay on the bed, panting, but she couldn't concentrate on the video in her hand anymore.

She couldn't help but glance at Mingze Feng.

But then Mingze Feng suddenly became a gentleman again, leaning against the bedside and watching the video with her.

Why isn't it done yet...?

Ijichi Seika pouted and casually said, "Grapes..."

Mingze Feng brought over a fruit platter, which included bananas, grapes, and apples.

Ichiko raised an eyebrow.

"Skin..."

So you mean you want me to feed you?

"I told you to peel off the skin!"

Ijichi Hoshika recalled the way she had been fed earlier. She looked up at Narusawa Kaede with eyes full of annoyance and embarrassment.

Mingze Feng also looked at him with a light smile.

Just from that smile, Ichiji Seika knew that the so-called feeding was definitely not done with hands, but rather the same as before...

The dislike intensified slightly at this moment.

Ijichi Hoshika felt a real pang in her heart, even though Narusawa Kaede was right next to her—

[Are you just coming straight over here like you did before?!]

Ichi Hoshika harbored resentment in her heart.

From the very beginning, both of them knew what would happen in the end.

But it is precisely because I know what will happen tonight that every minute and every second before it is so agonizing.

But when the grapes were actually brought to his lips, looking at the person in front of him, he forgot his thirst and simply pressed his lips to them, watering the field of his heart with their sweetness.

"...One more, please."

Ichi Seika stared intently into Narusawa Kaede's eyes, showing no satisfaction from a single grape.

Mingze Feng licked his lips, but did not continue his previous actions. Instead, he placed his hand on her shoulder.

Pressing his breath against Ichiji Hoshika's ear, Narusawa Kaede bit his lip.

"Doesn't Xingge have some too? Two, I want to eat them."

"Um...stop talking..."

The grapes are the same grapes in the fruit bowl, but it seems that the bed has become the fruit bowl at this moment.

Ijichi Hoshika tensed her feet and gently pushed against Narusawa Kaede's chest, but with the itching on the outside of her heart, she gradually lost her strength.

As Naruzawa Kaede moved, Iji Tomoka straightened her back, and even her neck involuntarily tilted back, like a swan's neck.

Before anyone knew it, her hand had landed on Mingze Feng's back, almost pressing him down onto herself.

Perhaps that's just how things often are.

The softness that clumps against your face is like the first chiffon cake fresh out of the oven in the morning, with its rich aroma of eggs and milk and its fluffy texture, making it irresistible and tempting to sip and bite.

Chapter Sixty-Four: The Costume Challenge - Yamada Ryo

At seven in the morning, the sky was already a clear blue. As sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, the sound of bicycle bells echoed through the streets.

It seems someone else is playing the piano?

In the bedroom on the second floor of the Yamada residence, Yamada Ryo opened his eyes, turned his head to look at the clear blue sky outside the window, and part of the curtains swayed outside the window.

The marks left by her snow-white arms on the silky smooth sheets were a result of Yamada Ryo's loosened restraints while she slept. At this moment, one of her long legs was wrapped in the blanket, and her toes trembled slightly.

Yamada Ryo regained some of his senses.

The phone fell to the side; it seems he fell asleep while waiting for a message.

I opened it and saw it was 7:45.

"..."

Well, it's okay to be a little late for school. After all, I didn't go to sleep until 2 a.m. last night while waiting for that guy.

I have absolutely no motivation to get up.

I don't want to go to school.

Just as working people don't want to go to work, students not wanting to go to school is also something they will inevitably experience.

Yamada Ryo watched as the curtains were blown outside by the wind, her mind blank, not thinking about anything. But she couldn't help remembering that she hadn't closed the window last night.

The weather in April wasn't too hot, and the night breeze was quite refreshing. Opening the window actually made it easier to see the stars. This area wasn't very tall, so it was quite quiet. Looking out the window, you could see quite a few stars. It was considered a very good stargazing spot in Tokyo.

The idea that "that person might like..." was something Yamada Ryo remembered bringing up last year.

The attic of this villa has a great stargazing window.

It was around that time that she hired someone to modify it.

There's a bed in the attic, the kind where you can see the stars. Yamada Ryo originally wanted to go up there last night, but then she thought about it and realized that the person who really loves stargazing hadn't returned, so she lost interest.

I'll just lie in the bedroom and sleep.

But Yamada Ryo wanted to see the stars again. When was the last time Narusawa Kaede held her and looked at the stars?

That was in London, during their unfinished trip. Their story seemed to have been paused by a comma.

When did it start? Toyokawa Shoko? Or was it even earlier, when I offered to support her financially instead of gradually developing a normal relationship?

If we could do it all over again, how would the story unfold?

If one day, she were to stand on the rooftop first, and Mingze Feng would bring her down as well. Then, he could conveniently offer himself in gratitude for saving her life. Would the story then only have the two of them?

No, no, no. Putting aside my own fear of death, I would never have gone near the rooftop. Back then, Mingze Feng wasn't as confident as he is now; maybe the two of them would have become jumping buddies together.

"Let's die together..."

Quite romantic.

Although he valued his life, Yamada Ryo didn't think there was anything wrong with the two of them dying together.

However, I'm sure Mingze Feng wouldn't agree to that.

"After all, I have so many beautiful wives besides me."

"Really, I do like him more than he likes me."

Yamada Ryo muttered to himself as he silently watched the clouds outside the window.

Actually, she also wanted to live a happy life with Mingze Feng.

I want to play bass even more.

"...How did I become like this?"

But what if this everyday life of youthful romance were different? What if she founded the club, Naruzawa Kaede was pushed into joining by the teachers, and she discovered his difficulties and began to support him? What if everyone was dealing with the crisis of the club's disbandment, eating snacks and drinking tea in the activity room, celebrating the school festival, spending Christmas together, and going to the shrine to perform New Year's prayers together?

In the second year, new members can be recruited into the department.

“Tsk…” Yamada Ryo frowned.

With Naruzawa Kaede around, beautiful girls are bound to be attracted.

Yamada Ryo frowned; his beautiful fantasy had been shattered, so he decided to stop thinking about it.

Time passed by, second by second.

If I lie down any longer, I'll be late.

But Yamada Ryo's thoughts drifted away with the blue sky and white clouds into the distance.

When exactly did it start that I, who used all my hundreds of thousands of yuan of living expenses to buy a bass guitar and food, stopped buying new bass guitars and even thought that it would be better to go out to eat with someone?

Of course, the ideal situation refers to two people, not three, four, or five.

She spent all her money on men.

Well...

Even though I'm spending his money...

Well...

Thinking about it carefully, that man was unreliable, lecherous, and unpredictable, making me wait for so long for nothing.

Although he sent a text message... it's normal for a girl to be a little unreasonable after making her wait so long!

He didn't even come home at night!

Didn't we agree to go to school together in the morning?

Yamada Ryo buried himself in the bed, his face pressed against the pillow, and hummed as he recounted Narusawa Kaede's countless misdeeds.

I glanced at the time again; it was already eight o'clock.

Forget it.

Yamada Ryo turned over in bed, pulled the sheet over himself and curled up, covering his head with half of the blanket.

This is a game where whoever wants to learn can play, and that's it.

It's just skipping one class; she's skipped two months of school before.

The bed was so quiet that only her own breathing could be heard, and it felt increasingly stuffy. Yamada Ryo breathed softly, her eyes closed. Although she wasn't sleepy at all, a sense of peace settled over her.

In my ears, I could even hear the curtains swaying in the wind outside the window, and the faint guitar music stopped, followed by... footsteps?

Suddenly, Yamada Ryo realized that perhaps the guitar music wasn't coming from the street, but from the first floor. She thought the playing sounded familiar, the technique was very high, and the person she knew with such high skill, and the one who was in her house at this time, was probably that person.

So, Yamada Ryo chose to pretend to be asleep.

_

Approaching Yamada Ryo's room, Narusawa Kaede tiptoed. To his shame, despite having been living with Yamada Ryo in a formal cohabitation arrangement for over half a month, he had never gone near Yamada Ryo's room.

After all, he was just a guest, and the girl also had her own privacy. And most importantly, Naruzawa Kaede didn't consider himself a good person, but breaking into a girl's bedroom...

He's never done it before.

But Narusawa Kaede knew which room Yamada Ryo was in. As she approached, Narusawa Kaede didn't slow her pace at all; instead, she quickened her steps.

It's eight o'clock, sister. Are we still going to school?

Mingze Feng was worried that Yamada Ryo might do something unexpected if she woke up and couldn't see him, after all, she had a criminal record, having once cried, made a scene, threatened suicide, and finally ran away from home.

At four in the morning, I borrowed Eliza Shimizu's car to get back here. I handed over the last bit of my stock in the car, and then returned to the living room at five. After that, I had nothing to do, so I practiced guitar until just now.

Gently turn the doorknob and squeeze through the door.

Mingze Feng then saw the smooth back on the bed.

"Get up—"

Judging whether someone is asleep or not isn't difficult. Almost every child has a story of being caught pretending to be asleep by their parents. Moreover, Mingze Feng has a hidden agenda.

A sleeping person should be surrounded by something like "zzz".

It definitely won't be something like, "[Mingze Feng is a bastard and he's not coming to hug me]".

"..."

As he approached the bedside, he could clearly see the trembling on Yamada Ryo's shoulders. Narusawa Kaede raised his left hand, his right hand supporting the guitar behind him, while his left hand rested on Yamada Ryo's shoulder.

It's chilly. Did you stay out outside all night?

I want to slowly warm up Yamada Ryo.

"Mingze Feng said softly,"

"Wake up, I've prepared morning tea and sandwiches."

Ryoya Yamada knew she had been caught pretending to be asleep, but she didn't turn around.