Ke Xue: My standards for dating are not problematic!

Chapter 70 Gratitude and Repayment, Black Stockings and Bare Feet
The wind and the remaining clouds.

They ate all the dishes—steamed pork with pumpkin, Mapo tofu, hot and sour shredded potatoes, and tomato and egg soup—cleaned them up completely, and even the whole pot of rice was eaten clean.

"That's great!" Akiko Yonehara wiped her rosy lips with a tissue; the Mapo Tofu had made her lips exceptionally red.

But I still couldn't help but admire Kitahara Natsuhiro's cooking skills; it was so delicious.

"I wonder when I'll be able to cook such delicious food."

Kitahara Natsuyu smiled and got up to clear the dishes: "As long as you follow my steps, there will definitely be no problem."

If you follow his steps, the dish you make won't be too bad; it should be edible.

Unless you're a cooking idiot like Eri Kisaki.

"That's good." Akiko Yonehara nodded, then immediately stood up and hurriedly cleared the dishes from the table.

"Leave the dishwashing to me."

"You're a guest. How can you expect a guest to cook and wash dishes? You're making me feel incredibly embarrassed."

"Just lie down on the sofa and watch TV, I'll take care of the rest."

Although she wasn't a particularly traditional Japanese woman, she felt embarrassed to ask the guests to clear the dishes.

She was asleep last time, but not this time.

Upon hearing this, Kitahara Natsuyu smiled and did not refuse: "Alright, I'll go sit on the sofa. I'll leave this to you."

"it is good."

Afterwards, Kitahara Natsuhiro went to the living room, took off his slippers, lay on his side on the sofa, used the sofa cushion behind his head, took the remote control, turned on the TV, and changed the channel to TV Tokyo.

Then I started watching Kamen Rider.

At this time of day, other TV stations are broadcasting detective dramas or TV series that wives like to watch.

But only TV Tokyo is truly rebellious.

When there's a natural disaster, I show cartoons.

Graves appears with a shotgun, and I play an animated film.

The main theme is doing things my own way.

In addition, the female characters and supporting characters in Kamen Rider happen to fit his aesthetic preferences.

He used to watch Tin Man cartoons all the time, and now he wants to make up for it.

At this moment, Akiko Yonehara quietly peeked out from the kitchen and looked at Natsuhiro Kitahara, who was lying on the sofa watching TV and scratching his butt. A happy smile appeared on her face, and a blush appeared on her cheeks.

"Is the current relationship between Xia Yu and me what they often call an old married couple?"

Thinking of this, Akiko Yonehara unconsciously began to sway her body, her mind already conjuring up images of a wonderful future.

Even the speed at which I washed the dishes increased, leaving afterimages.

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Kitahara Natsuyu propped his head up with his hand, glanced into the kitchen, yawned, and muttered, "What's that Akiko thinking about all day long?"

He shook his head, scratched his backside, and looked back at the TV.

"But this kind of life is so leisurely!"

Gradually, Kitahara Natsuhiko's eyelids began to droop; he was getting sleepy.

He turned off the TV, lay down on the sofa facing the ceiling, and closed his eyes.

Soon.
Akiko Yonehara wiped her hands, took off her apron, placed it in the kitchen, and came out.

It was only then that she realized the TV in the living room was off, and Kitahara Natsuhiro was asleep on the sofa.

"She actually fell asleep."

Akiko Yonehara paused for a moment, then slowed her pace and gently walked to Kitahara Natsuyu's side. Looking at his sleeping face, she smiled.

She knelt beside Kitahara Natsuyu and, as if possessed, gently poked his cheek with her finger.

It's soft and slippery.

And
"Your skin is so good, it seems even better than mine."

Akiko Yonehara felt Kitahara Natsuhiro's skin, then looked at her own skin and couldn't help but feel a little envious.

"How does this guy maintain his youthful appearance? His skin is so good, or am I really getting old?"

Akiko Yonehara began to mutter to herself in self-pity.

After all, she's already thirty years old, and can't compare to an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl at all.

But Kitahara Natsuhiro just likes mature older sisters like that.

I was too young to appreciate my older sister, and I mistook a young girl for a treasure.

Girl, go play in the mud! Don't meddle in adult matters.

Um.
At that moment, Kitahara Natsuhiro rolled over, startling Yonehara Akiko so much that she immediately covered her mouth.

I thought I was talking too loudly and woke him up.

She leaned over to take a look and found that Kitahara Natsumi was still fast asleep. She breathed a sigh of relief, then seemed to remember something. She turned around and went into the bedroom, taking out a pink blanket from the wardrobe.

At the same time, a splash of purple caught my eye.

Akiko Yonehara stopped when she saw the purple color and took it out of the wardrobe.

A purple silk camisole nightgown appeared before my eyes, and it was very thin.

She specifically went to the lingerie store to buy this; it was her winning formula.

In addition, she also bought a lot of stockings.

These are three types of stockings: black, flesh-colored, and white.

"Should we change him today? Maybe give him a little reward?"

After all, Kitahara Natsuyu is about to help her get revenge, so it shouldn't be a problem for her to give her some reward.

The main theme is gratitude and appreciation!
Akiko Yonehara stood in front of the wardrobe for a while and finally decided to give Natsuhiro Kitahara a little something.

She took a blanket outside and covered Kitahara Natsuhiro with it, then went back into the room to get her pajamas, and finally went into the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later.
Akiko Yonehara emerged from the bathroom, her hair still wet and her skin slightly flushed. She glanced at Natsuhiro Kitahara, who was still fast asleep, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, she went into the room and started fiddling with things again.

At that moment, Kitahara Natsuhiko quietly opened his eyes and glanced into the room.

"Huangzi, you always manage to come up with something new."

"Let me see what you're up to."

Actually, he had been awake for a while.

After all, the room is only so big, and the sound of water in the bathroom is quite loud, so it's hard not to wake up.

crunch
At that moment, the bedroom door opened, and Kitahara Natsuyu immediately closed his eyes and continued to pretend to be asleep.

At that moment, Akiko Yonehara, dressed in a purple camisole nightgown, black stockings, and slippers, gracefully approached.

She stood beside Kitahara Natsuyu, leaned down, her hair falling down with her, reached out and grabbed her hair, then brushed it a few times around his nose.

Kitahara Natsumi's face twitched a few times, then he slowly opened his eyes, looking sleepy.
Pupils were locked.

This is the abyss, the black abyss!

"Xia Yu, you're awake." Akiko Yonehara smiled slightly and sat up. "Go wash up first."

But then, she felt as if something was grabbing her hand.

Then, she fell backward and landed in a warm embrace.

洗？
Why wash it? Hesitating for even a second would be disrespectful to her.

"Stop it."

Akiko Yonehara gave a coquettish cry and gently wriggled in his arms.

Hiss. This woman.

"Am I making a scene?" Kitahara Natsuyu said with ill intent, "It's clearly you making a scene, and I really like your outfit."

"Was this prepared especially for me?"

Upon hearing this, Akiko Yonehara blushed slightly and nodded.

That's why he likes older sisters; he'll always remember your hobbies.

so.
"Huangzi, I have a favor to ask."

"You said."

"That is," Kitahara Natsuyu whispered into Yonehara Akiko's ear, "I want you to wear black stockings on one foot and be barefoot on the other, and then..."

Bang!
Akiko Yonehara's face turned bright red, her ears were so red they looked like they could bleed.

"Just once...just once!" Kitahara Natsuyu began to whine.

Akiko Yonehara hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed.

then
Kitahara Natsuhiro braced himself on the sofa with both hands, tilted his head back, and gasped for breath.

This is life!

(End of this chapter)