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

Chapter 145 Call BB

The next morning, the air was cool.

The tranquil Lake Yamanaka is awakened by the breeze from Mount Fuji.

Open the window, see the new buds shaking outside, and plump white clouds floating in the sky.

The crescent-shaped lake in the distance reflects the tranquil sky, and white flowers that belong to the sky bloom on the blue water.

The waves bloom, the snow turns back into water and blooms again.

The scenery in front of her was extremely beautiful and poetic. Takeda Akane stretched lazily towards the beautiful scenery outside the window, revealing her smooth belly.

The girl didn't sleep well last night and was looking forward to Longchuan Che's expression today.

Natsume Fuyumi was specially chosen by her because she has a sweet look and a cute appearance.

But in fact, she is a very ambitious woman. Her goal is to become a big star and then marry into a wealthy family like 'Ito Misaki' and become the daughter-in-law of a billionaire.

Something was very important to her, and the two of them must be having a big fight now.

"That pervert must have had a lot of fun last night."

The girl stretched her back towards the lake and mountain scenery with blue sky and clear water, and then a wicked smile appeared on her face.

There was a noise next door all night yesterday.
"teacher."

"Not there."

"it hurts."

"I don't want to play anymore, let me go."

With this kind of fanciful content, Takeda Akane feels that as long as she opens the door and saves the innocent girl, Ryukawa Toru will be sent to the police station and go to jail, and her career as a writer will be over.

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it."

Takeda Akane raised her smooth chin towards the distant mountains.

"After all, she and I are the same type of girl."

The underlying meaning of Takeda Akane's work is probably that Ryukawa Toru cannot refuse girls of the same type as her, and it is normal for him to not be able to control his lower body.

"Let's see what happened."

The girl turned on her SLR camera and walked towards Longchuan Tetsu's room step by step.

The corridor was quiet, probably because everyone was tired and fell asleep after a night of noise.

A slight breeze came through the crack in the door of the first house, probably to dispel the smell.

Takeda Akane sniffed and didn't smell any bitter almonds.

"Weak chicken."

The girl cursed and then opened the door with a bang.

"Longchuan Tetsu, what about you?"

The girl holding a camera rushed into the room, leaving the two people inside stunned.

There is no crying girl, nor is there a pervert laughing strangely.

The boy's room was as clean as if it had been washed, and the breeze from Mount Fuji floated on the white gauze curtains on the open windowsill.

A man and a woman were sitting at a desk discussing something. The open window showed blue sky and white clouds, as well as the pure white silhouette of snow-capped mountains.

"what's up?"

Ryukawa Toru raised his pencil and looked at Takeda Akane, who was wearing a floral dress and looked like she wanted to catch him on the spot.

'Wow, this year's hot Canon EOS 5D Mark II, this guy spent a lot of money on it.'

Longchuan Che's eyes swept across the black camera in front of the girl. This was a new model of camera this year, and it cost more than 400,000 yuan.

"you."

Takeda Akane's camera shutter didn't move because there was nothing to take a picture of.

There was neither a mess on the ground nor a crying Natsume Fuyumi.

The two of them were sitting in front of the desk in neat clothes. A small branch sticking in from the window even made the scene look beautiful.

"What are you doing?"

Something feels wrong, but I don't know what the problem is.

Was it that Ryukawa Toru didn't take the bite of the fat meat, or was it that Natsume Fuyumi was instigated to rebel.

Takeda Akane walked forward, looking at the men and women in the room.

Longchuan Che was wearing a casual white shirt, and the early spring sunshine shone on the ends of his hair, making him look youthful.

A gentle mountain breeze blew, and Natsume Fuyumi, who was sitting opposite Ryukawa Tetsu, also had a beautiful smile on her face.

It has not been damaged, and even has a refreshing feeling of being cleansed from the inside out.

"Fuyumi, are you okay?"

Looking at Natsume Fuyumi who was still wearing a black camisole, Takeda Akane had a strange look on her face. There was no sign of struggle on the girl's body, her skin was white, and her calves were clean.

The only strange thing was that she had a blanket over her legs, as if she was a little cold in the early morning.

"I'm fine."

Natsume Fuyumi smiled at her new best friend, and her smile looked exactly the same as yesterday, maybe even better.

"You guys"

Takeda Akane looked strange.

"That's what you were doing last night?"

Takeda Akane picked up the white paper on Ryukawa Toru's desk, which had some storyboards on it.

There was a woman lying in the white snow, and someone was shouting at the distant mountains.

The words "Love Letter" are particularly eye-catching on the screen.

This is a movie storyboard made with pencils. The picture is very beautiful and the sense of camera is very strong.

"correct."

Natsume Fuyumi pulled the blanket and covered her thighs.

"I told Mr. Longchuan that my dream was to be an actor. He said that if Love Letter was to be adapted, he could try to recommend me."

When a Japanese novel is adapted into a film, the original author has a lot of say, and some actresses will even sleep with the actor in order to get resources.

Akane Takeda knows where the film and television resources of several popular actresses come from.

"It turns out that he was bribed."

Takeda Akane showed a disdainful expression, but felt something was wrong.

Natsume Fuyumi wants to marry into a wealthy family. Ryuukawa Toru's limited resources allow her to set up a trap, but it is impossible for her to not make a fuss after being bullied.

"I didn't promise you, at least not until you work hard to defeat me."

The face of the heroine in Ryukawa Toru's brush is empty, and Ryukawa Toru said to Natsume Fuyumi with a smile.

The words 'effort' and 'win'.

When she said this, Natsume Fuyumi's body shook subconsciously.

Takeda Akane looked at the other person's body where a red spot inexplicably rose.

"Um"

Natsume Fuyumi responded softly.

Having no idea what was going on, Takeda Akane watched Natsume Fuyumi slowly stand up.

"Um, Xiao Qian."

She pulled up the hem of her skirt to prevent her leg skin from being exposed.

This area that girls always liked to expose yesterday was well protected by her today.

"I'll go back to my room and take a rest."

The girl who had stayed in Ryukawa Toru's room for a night was about to leave. Takeda Akane wanted to hold her back, but she dodged her.

She watched as the girl's feet trembled slightly, and there was a faint sticky feeling when she walked.

It was the sound of skin bouncing against skin.

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta.

Walking to the door of the room, Natsume Fuyumi looked back.

"that."

Natsume Fuyumi spoke to Ryuukawa Toru who was sketching out of boredom.

"what happened?"

Takeda Akane saw that when Ryukawa Toru spoke, Natsume Fuyumi's body would abnormally turn a light red.

"Can I still visit you when I return to Tokyo?"

The girl's body was half hidden behind the door leaf, out of sight of Takeda Akane, and the wind from the corridor blew past.

The mountain breeze blew up the girl's skirt.

Crystal clear sweat flowed down the girl's legs and soaked her clothes.

The spring breeze is cool, giving people the same touch as the strokes of a brush.

Natsume Fuyumi's body felt tingling and itchy, and she placed her fingers over the already red skin.

The water droplets could not wash away the redness on the skin, nor could they wash away the words "Owner of Dassai".

(End of this chapter)