People in Tokyo, the world is clear

But a person with clear mind will immediately dispel such wrong thoughts.

I often disrupt my daily routines as a preventive measure.

Just like how he would run to Ms. Ito to take back the clothes she wanted to secretly help wash.

Even if you receive kindness and love all the time in your daily life, it does not mean that you can take this pattern as a default and put it aside in your heart.

Two lifetimes of single life have convinced Lin Sen of one thing: life requires management, whether you are alone or with someone.

Of course you can do nothing.

For example, when I was single, I ignored housework, left things everywhere, and didn’t even bother to throw the piled-up takeout boxes out of the house.

For example, when two people live together, they leave all the housework to the one who is said to be "good at it".

However, if you live a life driven by laziness and inertia, you will not feel the essence of "living".

Only by regularly taking care of the hygiene conditions in a single home, or taking the initiative to help the other party in your cohabitation share the housework, can you have that warm and substantial sense of daily life.

Otherwise, there will be that feeling of being completely unable to perceive the passage of time, which will cling to your whole body and will be hard to shake off.

Lin Sen didn't like that feeling. In his previous life, when he was just starting out as a professional and facing setbacks, he'd wasted a dark period of time like that. In that situation, the years felt like they flew by without a sense of direction. In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed.

After that somewhat traumatic experience, I began to focus on some life skills that can "slow down time" to some extent.

A habit is formed in this way - at any time every day, spend a few seconds or tens of seconds thinking about how to add new colors to a daily fragment.

"So, let me teach you a little trick, Sasakawa Rie."

After swallowing the somewhat dry and hard piece of bread in his mouth, Lin Sen picked up his plate and flipped it over, placing all the toast slices on the plate in front of Flamingo.

Then, after she got over her surprise and stood up to settle the bill, he picked up her plate and stuffed it into the newly purchased microwave oven next to her:

"From now on, if you eat bread for breakfast, you can sometimes heat it up in the microwave. It only takes thirty seconds and it tastes completely different."

Facts confirmed what the young man said - a moment later, with the sound of dinging, the bread slices came out of the oven and instantly burst out with a wheat aroma that made people squint their eyes, instantly stimulating their appetite.

At least, a woman who has never been able to take care of herself since childhood was instantly attracted by the new form of breakfast she prepared for herself.

He quickly picked up a piece and chewed it with a hum.

But he reacted quickly, and quickly turned the hum of enjoyment into a deliberate cough to cover it up, and glanced over at the same time.

Lin Sen cooperated very well and pretended to be deaf to the funny scene just now, giving some face.

But I couldn't help but sigh:

"My problem. I haven't taught some clueless housework idiot the secrets of breakfast."

"You half-baked man pretends to be a peerless master, but you are only half the battle."

"Better than you is enough."

"Is being better than the rest truly the whole purpose of life?"

"Of course not. I only have so much room to spare, just enough to put some idiot in a good mood. I have to admit, when you squint your eyes, you're even cuter than a girl your age should be."

"..."

For a moment, the woman biting into a new piece of bread froze in her seat, blinking her eyes, at a loss for what to say.

Only when her cheeks flushed did she tear off the bread in frustration, revealing an expression of extreme disgust to cover up her previous gaffe:

"So, did I just let those vulgar and cheesy love words pollute my ears?"

"Give me a piece too. Don't just keep eating it all by yourself."

"The abrupt change of subject only makes the despicable gesture more obvious."

Although he said he was disgusted, he still pushed the plate over to me.

But as if she suddenly thought of something, the woman focused her eyes again, suddenly stood up, and stared over, towards the thigh.

It was obviously a terrifying, straight-ahead movement.

So much so that, he was startled by her and immediately turned sideways:

"What are you doing?"

"really."

She narrowed her eyes again—a stare completely different from the innocent cuteness she had just displayed when she did the same thing. Instead, it held a sharpness that bordered on judgment. "I was wondering why the tongue started secreting sugar. It turns out the control center has shifted downward from the brain."

"...What's so perverted about you, Sasagawa Rio? You're so brazen as to stare at someone else's natural morning physiology?"

“To see the essence through phenomena is one of the basic skills for those who understand philosophy.”

"Philosophers should know better than to impose causality on two unrelated things!"

It’s a pity that Ms. Philosopher does not accept any academic rebuttal at this moment.

Immersed in her own distorted theory, her face went through several complex changes before she finally sat back down, pinching her chin.

"Sure enough, my appearance lacks charm? Even though I've been in this situation recently, I didn't sense any unnecessary movements in the sea last night."

"Can't it be that brothers have high quality and self-control?"

"Shameless, do you actually think you have such a thing? Looks like I need to rebuild my evaluation system for you."

But a few seconds later, a strange look of loss and inferiority could be seen flashing across Flamingo's face.

"So, what is Chi Meijun's focus? Below the neck, and below the waist? She... does have hidden talents in these two areas."

"Wow."

Are you mentioning Miss Ito again?

The chat content changed a bit too quickly.

Almost instantly, it was drawn to a strange direction——

"What-can-i-say? Actually, you're not bad either?"

"..."

"Why don't you just start the conversation? Don't just pick up the phone and dial it without saying anything! Could you please be considerate of the Metropolitan Police Department operator?"

However, something is indeed wrong.

This woman has been thinking about strange things too often recently.

In order to trace the source, Lin Sen decided to conduct some detective-style reasoning in his mind.

Following this thought, the answer came three seconds later—

"Did Ito say something strange to you?"

"No."

"What a quick answer!"

"Please, Mr. Sinister, adjust your disgusting train of thought for a moment." Sasagawa Rio crossed her arms. "Are you already going to throw mud at others and blame them in order to rationalize your own ugly behavior, which is so difficult to conceal, filled with lust?"

"It's you, the idiot, who's been leading me in this direction! You're always fussing about how your body isn't attractive enough. I wanted to compliment you and comfort you, but you're being called mean."

"Slander?"

The woman curled her lips. "So, right now, Qingbai-kun is actually hiding a self-defense weapon in his pajamas that he uses to kill people in his dreams?"

"...Okay, okay."

After a moment of silence, I suddenly felt a bit amused by her:

"Since you deny the existence of everyday physiological phenomena, then let's apply your logic. Does my current behavior prove that you're quite attractive? Of two conclusions, one has to be overturned, right?"

"There is no conflict between the two established facts."

“Why isn’t there a conflict?”

"I don't have any charm, but I can coexist with the ugliness of the insatiable lustful-kun. After all, even in this situation, he is only releasing some foul words to me, and he is unwilling to put them into practice...ah!"

When she was halfway through her words, Sasagawa Rio suddenly couldn't control her tone.

Because, before she could finish her words, she staggered a few steps and lost her balance, and her left wrist was pressed against the wall.

At this moment, her right hand was trembling slightly. She gripped the saber that she had quickly taken out of her pocket for self-defense and held it against her waist - but she couldn't even maintain the strength to hold it tightly.

He turned his head away, breathing rapidly, his cheeks flushed and his whole body hot, and passively listened to the whispers in his ears:

"Don't think too highly of me. Being tossed around by such a beautiful woman every day, one day you'll be unable to bear it. Do you understand, Kobayashi Rimei?"

“!,....”

"Are you so mad about being called Xiaolin? Looks like I can call you that more often from now on."

"..."

In silence, his men reached out and grabbed her hand, which was still pretending to hold the saber, and pried open her fingers with almost no resistance, taking the last weapon in her hand.

Then--

The flamingo was suddenly turned over and adjusted its position to lie on the wall.

Then, he suddenly widened his eyes and covered his mouth with his hand to prevent certain sounds from coming out.

because--

At this moment, the distance between the two was almost touching, with only their clothes as a simple barrier.

In this situation, she was pressed tightly against the wall by the person behind her.

"Although this isn't a very good method, since a certain idiot is so stubborn, this is the only way I can use."

He leaned over to her ear and read out the conclusion he had reached at the right time in a calm and serious tone:

"You have a nice figure, and you're definitely the attractive type. Do you feel that?"

"...you..."

"However, there's another thing I need to prove. That is, even in this situation, I'm a very controlled person. Do you understand, Kobayashi Rie? Or... do you actually enjoy this process of proving it?"

"..."

The breathing rate and strength of a flamingo lying on the wall in front of him gradually took on a strange meaning - perhaps it was vaguely hinting at something.

But at this moment, it was almost done—after all, this idiot always loved to dwell on things and look back on them, and to come to some strange conclusions on his own.

If she were to enter a special situation at this point in time, she might feel strangely self-pitying afterwards.

It would be better to return the prepared rights to her after making a clear and concise statement.

A certain sensitive fool would definitely be able to sense the meaning of such respect.

So, the next moment, he relaxed neatly, breaking away from a state that was almost embedded, twisted her around again, and reached out to pinch her red face.

He turned around again, grabbed a few slices of toast and put them in his mouth, drank the milk in the cup in one gulp, and went straight into the bathroom.

What can be done?

Take a shower.

But while pulling off her pajamas, she heard an almost impossibly soft knock on the door.

I almost mistaken it for some other noise - but after careful listening, I could still detect its presence.

He turned around angrily and shouted outside the door:

"what?"

After that, there was no response for a long time.

Ten to twenty seconds.

It was as if the shout just now was just wishful thinking and he really had misheard the voice.

It wasn't until I stood up and tried to turn on the shower that I heard the faint sound of mosquitoes and flies:

"Will it... be uncomfortable?"

"Of course."

"Now, you are, by yourself..."

"Stop it. In broad daylight, with you at home, do you really think I'm a pervert, Kobayashi Rimei?"

"..."

"Hey?"