Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 12: My Daughter Is Even More Wrong

The distance between households in Yamanakako Village is relatively long. Longchuan's house is about seven or eight meters away from the next neighbor's house.

Longchuan Che was wearing an old-fashioned youth outfit with his chin buried in a black and white scarf. He was using a shovel to shovel from top to bottom, while the girl followed behind with a bamboo broom to clean up the tiny snowflakes.

He is slightly hunched over, like a diligent old man.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his body, which had been a little cold from working, felt slightly warm.

The snow was cleared when smoke was rising from each household.

The setting sun has been condensed into fireworks, the afterglow of the setting sun flickers between the treetops, the sky and the earth are filled with the warm orange light of the sun, and the setting sun seems to be circling around like golden light.

A scene of warm winter sunshine.

"hateful!"

After finishing the work, Takeda Akane gritted her teeth and threw the broom aside, and kicked the snow angrily with her little leather shoes.

She still doesn't understand why her mother asked her and Longchuan Che to go out to work, when it was clear that all she needed to do was watch Longchuan Che work himself to death.

After kicking randomly, Takeda Akane turned her head and looked at Ryukawa Toru.

The boy was a little quiet at this time, and he looked at the west silently.

He seemed to be looking at Mount Fuji, but also seemed to be looking in a farther direction.

The setting sun and the red glow cast a layer of golden red on his body.

He inexplicably had a feeling of being isolated, as if the world was an isolated island, trapping a traveler who could not return home.

"Hey!"

Takeda Akane threw a snowball at Ryukawa Toru with a bang.

"Why are you pretending to be so artistic? You won, do whatever you want." Takeda Akane sneered. Just now, there was a strange sense of loneliness exuded from Ryukawa Toru, which made her feel sad for some reason. She didn't like this feeling, so she used a snowball to break the weird atmosphere.

Destroy the boy who is looking at the distant mountains.

"Oh, I win."

Ryukawa Toru brushed off the snow on his body. He showed no signs of being angry. He usually behaved like this when facing Takeda Akane.

A boy of the same age who is easy to bully.

"Come on, come here, let me step on your face."

Akane Takeda smiled and tapped the heel of her right foot with her toes.

The feet wrapped in white socks slid out of the small leather shoes smoothly.

You can see the beautiful arch shape of the foot, which emits warm air in the cold weather.

That thing should be sour, right?
Longchuan Che looked strange.

"What's wrong? Come here and let me reward you, puppy."

Takeda Akane sat down on the steps at the door of her house, crossed her legs and swung her feet, staring at Ryukawa Toru's face, as if she was looking for the best place to step.

Look at the boy carefully.

The boy's hair was wet with sweat and he combed it neatly behind his head.

The simple black shirt and black pants made him look even more handsome, with casual eyebrows and a clear jawline.

Watch and watch.

Thinking about the feeling of stepping on this boy under her feet, Takeda Akane's breathing became heavier.

"Let's just forget about that kind of stuff." Long Chuan Che curled his lips. He wasn't that perverted yet.

Takeda Akane frowned unhappily.

"What do you want?"

...

While Longchuan Che and his friends were clearing the snow along the path in front of the door.

Warm interior.

At the end of the corridor on the second floor.

The mist blurred the mirror, and the sticky heat drifted out of the house through the small gap between the windowsills.

Mrs. Takeda is taking a bath again. This is her third bath today.

The way to take a bath is to soak in a bath. There are some unique round bathtubs with light blue water full of bubbles.

"We can't let that little bastard get the upper hand."

Thinking about the scene of herself running away just now, Mrs. Takeda looked grim.

The current situation was caused by the other party finding the agreement.

I shouldn't have put it in the closet so carelessly.

What should I do? Obey first and then slowly search?
Thinking about how to get the agreement back, Mrs. Takeda raised her arm, picked up the fresh milk next to her and took a sip.

Speaking of which, I have been in this small village for more than ten years.

Mrs. Takeda's gentle and noble face showed a slight confusion.

This beautiful woman didn't fit in with this poor village, but she lived like this for more than ten years.

She lived alone and helplessly for more than ten years, raising her daughter to adulthood.

Roll the white milk in your mouth twice and then swallow it gently.

Mrs. Takeda looked at her body.

The soft abdomen rose and fell with her breathing, the slender and fleshy legs were looming in the dreamy bubbles, and the white skin was a little dazzling under the bathroom light.

The scenes from the morning flashed before her eyes again, and Mrs. Takeda exhaled a breath of hot air.

She slowly sank her body into the bathtub, rubbing fine bubbles against her fair skin.

Suitable bath water warms the body, and the skin reflects a full and plump luster under the light.

Her hair was gathered up and tied up at the back of her head, secured with a comb.

Feeling the vigorous vitality in the plump body, her fingers gradually became more dexterous.

Mount Fuji stands quietly in the distance.
Mrs. Takeda rested her head on the edge of the bathtub, her body slightly tense, and her lovely and slender toes clasped together.

The action of creating ripples on the water surface made her bite her lower lip tightly, not daring to make any sound that could leak out into the wind and snow outside.

From time to time outside the house, one could hear the sound of Longchuan Che using a rough iron shovel to clear away the accumulated snow bit by bit.

Time is like soft hot cocoa, pulling out long silk threads here.

Ten minutes later, Mrs. Takeda let out a light breath and pulled out the plug from the bottom of the bathtub.

The heat flowed slowly from the tiny holes, and the slowly decreasing water level seemed to lick the skin inch by inch.

Caressed by the hot water, Mrs. Takeda sighed softly, turned sideways lazily, and leaned softly on the edge of the bathtub, with her cheek resting on the fleshy arm.

She seemed to be recalling something, and her expression was a little subtle.

After a simple cleanup, the wife changed into comfortable clothes.

Although she lives in the countryside, she never treats herself badly.

The woolen plush feels delicate and warm, and the black sweater shows off her perfect figure.

An expensive wool sweater will not make you feel cold even if you wear it alone indoors in winter.

Mrs. Takeda fixed her makeup and slowly went downstairs.

As soon as the charming woman came downstairs, she saw her daughter doing her homework in front of the kotatsu table.

My daughter was a little naughty when she was in kindergarten and elementary school, but she has been very sensible since then.

Mrs. Takeda looked at her daughter's serious profile and nodded with satisfaction.

When she was about to go over and touch her daughter's head to encourage her, she saw the oranges on the kotatsu table again.

"Madam, I heard that eating oranges will make the taste sweeter."

The little scientific knowledge someone gave her in the morning made her face turn red quickly.

"Are you hungry, ma'am? It's time to eat."

While she was distracted, Longchuan Che brought out the heated dinner from the kitchen.

(End of this chapter)