People in Tokyo, the world is clear

At this moment, Ms. Ito, who has always had poor physical strength, is quite "miraculous" and does not show any signs of fatigue at all.

After gradually letting down her guard and getting herself into a state where she could bathe again, she also came in with a blushing face, threw herself under the shower, and raised her head:

"Senior, come... um..."

For about half a minute, the only sound in the shower was the sound of running water.

Then, the girl, who had regained some fresh air, lowered her head and let the water wet her hair, making a surprised and slightly complaining sound:

"Really? Why is Senior always so energetic?"

"Because the person you like is right next to you."

Looking at the coquettish expression on the girl's face when she looked up again, he couldn't help but reach out and pinch her cheeks, then put his hands into her soft and not a trace of curls and played with it gently.

Then pinch her cheeks and pretend to lower herself.

"Another..."

"No, don't do it yet~"

Ms. Ito turned her head away. "I'll wash you first. Do you want me to be exhausted now?"

"it is good."

"No touching, put your hands up!"

"understood."

I can still distinguish between priorities.

After that, he accepted the care of his girlfriend.

He raised his hands and was led out of the shower by the girl, who used a towel to absorb the water droplets on his body.

And then--

Ms. Ito stood on tiptoe and put the blindfold back on.

"This time... no need for earplugs."

"Oh."

Finally I realized why the moon outside the study window had to use a few clouds to block itself - probably because it was shy.

As for why he didn't block it completely - I guess he didn't want to be the only witness who was kept in the dark.

Not only Yueyue, but also Miss Ito was abnormally shy.

For some reason, later on, on the floor of the study, she tried her best to suppress any sound after repeatedly losing in the "arcade game" she had been playing.

It sounded like some kind of public execution.

However, the other party did not express any opinion on this.

He even did the same wanton action as before, causing the girl to hum a somewhat reproachful whisper:

"Why aren't you paying attention to my legs this time..."

"Do you want to praise other positions more this time... Really, there's nothing I can do about you."

Tonight is a long night.

Another point that must be mentioned is that "Ms. Ito"'s physical strength tonight was unexpectedly good.

It's like more than doubled.

This also makes the body, which has always been extremely energetic, feel a sense of relief after being exhausted.

By this time, it was probably the end - after all, judging from her increasingly weak breathing, Miss Ito would soon be unable to even open her eyes.

He seemed to stand up with his last bit of strength.

"Are you satisfied, idiot senior?"

"Very happy, thank you for your hard work."

"I'll help you clean up the marks later. Also, as punishment for breaking the Yom Kippur fast, you must sleep with earplugs and an eye mask until morning. Do you understand?"

"it is good."

After simply agreeing, he was pushed down on the floor and his earplugs were put back in.

I thought this was the end, but unexpectedly, a dragonfly touched my cheeks twice.

One on each side.

Instantly, I felt an extraordinary sense of peace as the feeling of fullness almost filled my chest.

I don't know when I fell asleep.

I only remember that when I woke up it was already noon, and it was not a natural awakening.

This was a rare occurrence. It was probably the first time in recent months that my dreaminess had triumphed over my biological clock.

It seems that I was too happy and satisfied last night.

Thinking of this, the young man opened his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and glanced at his wife who was squatting beside him and taking off the blindfold to wake him up with a playful look.

There was a faint blush on her cheeks. After coughing twice to force the softness out of her face, she put on a disgusted expression again and glared at him in a pretentious manner.

Under her husband's smiling gaze, she uttered a sound:

"When did Mr. Lazy Pig develop the habit of closing his eyes and ears when sleeping?"

"I forgot who taught me to do this. Ri Ya, do you have any idea?"

"It is not my job to help Forgetful-kun recall the past."

Xiaolin Rimei stood up, crossed her arms over her chest, raised her feet and stepped on her thighs, gently pushing them hard, "Hurry up and get up, please, Oni-kun."

My wife has really beautiful legs.

Of course, my girlfriend is not bad at all.

This was confirmed last night.

Chapter 109: Song Across Time and Space

People always attach a sense of sacredness and filters to the things they dream of but cannot obtain, and then enchant them with beautiful fantasies.

Classic examples include the secret crush you had in school, the first novel you read in junior high school that touched your heart, or a comic or cartoon you watched as a child but didn't see the ending or the sequel to.

Over time, it accumulates into feelings.

But later on, if you really get the opportunity to get close to them, you will sometimes find that when the beautiful haziness is shattered into the reality, there is always a small sense of gap.

Maybe it’s not disappointment, but I just feel a little unmotivated.

This statement can well describe the mood of a guy who has been overly nervous since waking up early -

Perhaps when she first stepped into the album recording studio, she still had a sacred feeling of being on high alert.

But after the novelty wears off, the adrenaline stops being secreted.

She even turned her head and yawned quietly, confirming the fact that she was too excited to sleep well last night.

Then, he came over cautiously and tugged at his agent's clothes.

"It feels like there's not much difference from a radio studio, except... there's a little more equipment and the space is a little bigger."

"Lacks a sense of surprise, doesn't it?"

"Not really. But I was thinking, this kind of place should be a little more... luxurious."

Qingshan Xiazhi is like a child describing an ideal paradise, showing off his teeth and claws:

"So many great works... could it be that they were all created in a small room like this? I can't help but think so."

In the end, all he got in return was a smiling pat on the head from Lin Sen.

Surprised, he puffed up his lips and slapped someone's action, bluntly pointing out the fact that there was an increasingly close sense of distance between the two of them:

"You guys, why are you becoming more and more aggressive lately..."

Halfway through the conversation, he suddenly recalled some past events between them, and found it difficult to talk about them.

Finally it turned into a helpless sigh.

Mr. Lin is still adding fuel to the fire:

"It seems Qingshan treated me the same way before. I just realized it later and adjusted myself."

"It was different back then, it would be..."

He seemed eager to refute.

But he suddenly reacted and covered his mouth with his hands.

Then, a look of resentment and depression flashed across Miss Xiazhi's face.

Fortunately, the situation was resolved quickly. With a wave of his hand, he pretended to be speechless.

"Then, I'll change it! You should also change it quickly..."

Big talk is put to rest very quickly.

But when it came to subsequent executions, the body showed no signs of changing its intimacy at all.

Under the wide-eyed gaze of the recording engineer on duty, the agent, who had been at ease, was pulled into the soundproof booth.

"You come in too...otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to sing later."

This symptom has been going on for quite a long time - since the last radio program recording, the more unfamiliar and tense the situation is, the more the female singer needs Lin Sen to appear in her sight, and the closer the better.

The serious attitude makes people laugh.

"Relax a bit. This isn't a show we're recording, it's our own song. We can do it as long as we want, as many times as we want. There's plenty of room and time for error."

The studio had no other appointments today, which meant they could spend the entire day here.

But Miss Aoyama was obviously more concerned about another point.

"Our own song..."

For a moment, a complex expression suddenly appeared on her face, as if she had not yet recovered from the bittersweet aftermath of hardship, and was still looking back at the lingering sorrow.

Suddenly, even his posture became solemn. He clutched the music collection tightly in his arms, and was suddenly speechless.

After a while, he reached out and rubbed his eyes - trying his best to pretend that it was just the corners of his eyes that itched, rather than wiping away the tears that he couldn't hold back.

No more words were spoken.

But the mood of another person present was also made a little sour by her actions.

Signing a contract and releasing her own songs - what a luxury it was for her.

This girl has been putting too much pressure on herself.

If you don’t succeed, you will die. If your career fails, you should give up your dreams and return home.

In the early days of struggling at the bottom of society, I wandered around the city alone, singing and performing. Original songs were obviously not popular, and I was often forced to perform urban pop songs that I was not really familiar with or good at.

If you make a mistake or lose your voice due to nervousness, you will not only cause dissatisfaction among the audience and the employer, but also miss out on or even waste the limited opportunities that are already available.

The older I get, but my heart is still young and passionate, which leads to depression and despair day after day.

The rented apartment was less than an hour's ride from the small recording studio by public transportation. But during those wasted years, at the bottom of her dreams, did she ever wonder how many years she would have to walk?

He slipped up for a moment, took a few steps forward, and gently hugged her from behind as she lowered her head towards the microphone and covered her mouth to suppress some of the sound.

She tried her best to appear calm, only her voice trembled slightly.

"This kind of place should be very expensive... From what you guys are talking about, it seems like they charge by the hour?"

"It's okay. You can stay as long as you want. I'm here."

"Xiao Lin... Thank you. And, I'm sorry..."

She finally couldn't help but choke up a little, and while thanking him, she apologized, "I couldn't control my emotions when I shouldn't have..."

"If I were you, I would do the same. I understand. Don't apologize. You haven't done anything wrong to anyone."

Lin Sen reached out and stroked the girl's head again.

After a while, when he was sure that she had calmed down, he raised his head and made a small apology gesture to the young sound engineer who was looking at him with envy on his face outside the glass on the other side of the wall.