People in Tokyo, the world is clear

"this..."

Faced with his girlfriend who had just taken off her shirt and sniffed it, Mr. Lin was forced to explain the source of the fragrance and could only cough lightly twice.

"I thought it was just some kid spraying it for fun, so I accidentally left it unwashed. Turns out, Xiguo, you have a great sense of smell, too."

Miss Ito glared at me.

Then, seeing the expression on her boyfriend's face, she narrowed her eyes.

Was it really an accident?

Really not, are you deliberately trying to play out some little drama of life after being arrested?

Ito Nishika has an excellent memory - and she knows that her boyfriend has the same trait.

Well, if you think about it a little, you will understand that there is no way that a certain idiot would not remember that when she discovered his amorous nature, it was because of the smell on his body that did not belong to her that he was exposed.

And what happened afterwards is naturally remembered more clearly.

That is, someone's behavior is clearly intentional—almost a request for interaction.

After thinking this through, Miss Ito's heartbeat gradually accelerated.

Obviously, no matter which party is in a close relationship and passionate about each other, the need for pampering is equal.

The girl thought back to that noon in the kitchen under the sun.

Also at lunch time, she almost forcefully vented her anxiety and asked for his care and love.

So, convert it in the same way.

When someone has had their anxieties confided to them and has listened attentively, does that person also feel the same way as the narrator?

The answer is obvious.

So the girl covered her mouth and laughed, then sat at the table with her chin supported, watching her boyfriend seemingly calmly but quickly solve the problem of fullness.

She met his somewhat scorching gaze, but quickly looked away.

Then, without realizing it, he showed a dazed expression and lowered his head to flip through the book placed beside him.

Of course, she looked cute. However, seeing her normal appearance, my expectations were somewhat dampened.

For a moment, the young man put down the glass of orange juice and showed a slightly lonely expression. He pretended to stand up and said, "I'll go wash the dishes..."

"..."

"!"

However, the action of standing up was not successful because something was blocking it.

He was suddenly startled, stopped getting up, and subconsciously looked at the girl across the table.

She was still looking down at the book, still in her usual, familiar posture.

However, the slight change in the corners of his mouth and his cheeks, which gradually lost control of their color due to rising body temperature, revealed some clues.

She still didn't look over, but a moist look flashed in her eyes.

Speak softly and in a normal tone:

"I'll wash it later."

It seems to be an ordinary statement, but one knows in his heart that the object described in this sentence is probably not limited to bowls.

The reason for making this judgment is...

A slight stepping sensation on the calves.

And it is still rising slowly.

Guide the skin to produce an undefined rubbing sensation, which is clearly conveyed to the consciousness.

Let the perceived position gradually change until——

"hiss."

"It seems like it's been a while since we've been like this at noon."

Ms. Ito seemed to be chatting casually. "Do you miss this, Senior?"

“Of course.

"Actually, I was worried at first that this might not be a good idea. But it turns out that my dear seems to like it very much."

"..."

"I'm actually quite happy about it. Regarding words like delicate, tender, sweet... who doesn't like compliments?"

The short-haired girl still avoided looking at each other and looked up at the plate that had just been filled with dishes, as if this was the object described in the previous sentence.

He reached out and gently lifted the black hair that had fallen by his ear, his expression remaining calm.

However, the next moment, the girl's beautiful eyes suddenly opened, her face turned redder, and she coughed lightly.

She raised her eyes and caught sight of her boyfriend's left hand which had fallen under the table without her noticing, then she looked away slightly.

"Honey, do you think this is okay for lunch today?"

"Um..."

"Well, from now on, as long as you want, I'll try to make it like today at noon."

Ms. Ito seemed to be still talking about today's lunch.

However, his breathing rate gradually became difficult to control, and he even made a humming sound as if he was ticklish.

"I like you, Senpai. I'll work hard, and you should be aware of my feelings."

"I will definitely understand it."

Then the girl let out another soft cry and covered her mouth.

"what happened?"

"fine."

For some reason, Ms. Ito glared at me—

But in the end, she put on a serious expression again, and noticed from the corner of her eye that her boyfriend grabbed the ringing phone with his right hand on the table.

Listen to him talking to the other end of the phone in a serious tone:

"Hello, this is Goki."

"Yes, yes... Advertising project?"

"It's a soda commercial."

"He was recommended by Kenon Agency. Since Nakamori-san is currently unavailable, you thought of Aoyama-san... I see. I see."

"I'll consider it."

"Want to discuss it in detail today? Probably, I don't have time for the moment... Yes, I have some things on hand right now."

"It's a very important matter and must be completed immediately. So, can we arrange a time to talk tomorrow..."

"That's settled then...Okay."

Then, the young man with a serious expression put down the phone and looked into his girlfriend's eyes which were gradually becoming tearful.

"It's quite unexpected. I didn't expect such a good advertisement to come to us... Why does Xiguo look a little strange?"

"Really..."

Then, the girl, unable to bear it any longer, held the table with both hands and seemed to make a light step.

Then, she seemed to pull something back from under the table, supported her limp body and stood up, rushing towards her boyfriend who had finally taken off his mask.

She fell into his arms and groaned softly.

"Senior, you're a pervert."

Then, she hooked her hands around the young man's neck and let him hold her cheeks:

"Are you so happy?"

"Xiguo, can't you feel it? It seems that I can only use a more in-depth method to let you feel my love for this kind of 'daily life'."

Some time later, the apartment phone rang again with a business announcement. Unfortunately, no one answered it in time.

There are only a few unclear dialogues:

"Stupid senior. We clearly agreed to be more restrained during the day."

"There's nothing I can do. After all, it's always clearer in the sunlight, whether it's... or your shy expression, Xiguo."

"..."

"Honestly, it's just as I said. Delicate and tender..."

"Stop...it's so weird! Ugh...itchy!"

Chapter 121 In the Fitting Room

To be honest, Lin Sen has been too idle these days.

So much so that if you look at the recent weekly memo, you can only find a brief record:

On a hot sunday, I got up early and went to bed together with Xiguo.

On Shui Yao day, I got up early and went to bed together with Li Ya.

On Thursday, I got up early and went to bed together with Xiguo.

On Friday, I sorted out my monthly affairs and made flexible adjustments before continuing to get up early with Xiguo.

Saturday...Lin Sen, oh Lin Sen, your head is full of bad thoughts every day. How shameful! Isn't there something more memorable and worth recording every day? Reflect on it, pay more attention to the details in life, and remember not to sink into obscurity!

On Sunday, Xiguo's skills got better and better, and they got up early and worked until they were exhausted.

"..."

It can be said to be a very classic scene.

He was so angry that he threw a tantrum, pulled over the cute short-haired girl lying next to him who was still dazed, and gave her a very gentle hug.

Then she finally got her punishment. The girl, having used up her last bit of strength, kicked off the bed with her soft feet.

"Really... not everyone has the same recovery ability as you, senior. Please restrain yourself a little, or you won't be able to bear it!"

"it is good."

"What about that thing you promised me before, about focusing on self-control? Are you going to apply that theory about things constantly changing again, Senior?"

"Didn't I explain last night that, for now, self-control refers to the ability to control any part of your body without restraint..."

"Perverted idiot senior..."

I have to say, there is something so charming about a girl who looks listless in the morning sun.

Especially yesterday afternoon and night, after feeling all the efforts she made to satisfy her boyfriend, I felt even more fond of her.

Obviously, the interaction at that time was quite enjoyable for both parties.

As for the renewed enthusiasm this morning, it was probably due to the high-quality sleep I received like a baby.

That is to say, Lin Sen found that his recovery ability was getting better and better - sometimes, six or seven hours of rest could be exchanged for more than ten hours of refreshed energy.

Unfortunately, this advantage has caused Miss Ito some distress. In recent nights, she has been complaining about her boyfriend's infatuation in a half-coquettish and half-complaining way.

I'm even a little afraid that if we continue to interact at this frequency and length, she will sooner or later become a fool with a head full of weird ideas and unable to think about anything else.

When I think about it carefully, it is indeed a big problem - it seems that sometimes I still have to be a little more considerate and not let my girlfriend do whatever she wants just because she dotes on me.

He stopped moving for a moment, got up, changed his clothes, washed up, and brought back the breakfast he had prepared last night before the war.

In the bedroom, the man, who was already dressed in a shirt and trousers, reached out his hand, gently stroked the face of the girl whose hair was scattered on the pillow, and then leaned over.

The girl's muffled humming was more sweet and clear than the birdsong outside the window.

"Have a good rest. I'm going out. Are you a little sleepy?"

"Um..."

"Remember to eat breakfast before going to bed."