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

Chapter 219
The raindrops on the glass were dense, and their falling sounds like drumbeats.

As the woman moved, her smooth skin and the white sheets made a slight rustling sound.

"what happened?"

Someone suddenly crawled into his bed, and Longchuan Che flipped through the pages of the book and asked.

Last time, the executives slept back to back, but this time they slept in the same bed.

"Can't sleep."

The voice was a little muffled through the cotton wool, and Longchuan Che casually turned the page to the third page of "The Tiny Universe":
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
"If you can't sleep, count sheep."

Longchuan Che pinched his chin. Tagore's "Straight Birds" is one of the most difficult texts to translate. Poetry is rich in emotions, not to mention having to keep up with the writing style of that great writer.

This sentence literally translates to:
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The world takes off its vast mask in front of lovers.
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It becomes as small as a song, as small as an eternal kiss.

Longchuan Che thought about it and changed it to:
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The world takes off its vast mask to its lover;
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It's getting smaller.
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As small as a song,
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As small as an eternal kiss.

Translation should adhere to the principles of faithfulness, elegance and expressiveness. It is not necessary to stick to the form of the original text to make it more beautiful.

"I can't sleep, help me count."

The woman's voice was hoarse and had a bit of muddiness, which amused Ryuukawa Tetsu.

"How can you be so nice?"

Longchuan Che turned his head and wanted to say something teasing, but his words hung stiffly in the air.

"You have no clothes on?"

The boy's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he saw the white quilt lifted up to the side, and the clothes that the woman had taken off like a cicada.

Cashmere coats, yarn-spun dresses, and...
Longchuan Che's throat rolled up and down again.

"hot."

The woman's tone sounded wet and sticky, and Longchuan Che didn't know whether she was sick or for some other reason.

The muffled thunder outside the window suddenly became very loud.

The sound of rain was also jumping in my mind like an electric arc.

Longchuan Che took a deep breath and threw Tagore and his "Stray Birds" aside.

There was a sound of the bedside lamp being turned off.

When Longchuan Che lay down, something hot wrapped around him.

"What does this mean, Mr. Executive?"

Takeda Maki's body temperature was like melted hot cocoa, and Ryukawa Toru felt the hot and silky feeling slipping into his robe.

Following the rain and the beat of the drums, he walked down, pried open his robe, and put his arms around his waist.

"It's hot, didn't I tell you that?"

The soft chocolate melted in front of him, and Longchuan Che felt his throat tighten a little.

He took the opportunity to put his arms around the woman's waist and buried his head in her neck.

A scent of fragrant orchid.

"Why are you hugging me?"

"You're cold."

This excuse is even worse than 'my watch lights up'.

Longchuan Che moved his hands from bottom to top, closed the opponent's butterfly bones and pressed the opponent towards himself.

It straightened up and turned into a disc.

Amid the woman's muffled groans, Longchuan Te asked with a smile:
“Is it cooler?”

Longchuan Tetsu's bathrobe had already been untied.

Takeda Shinki felt the smoothness on her skin and her already feverish body became even hotter.

"is acceptable."

The woman's mouth was full of stubbornness as she rested her head on the pillow and hugged her sister's man.

"Ryukawa Tetsu."

As if she was not satisfied with the current posture, she pulled Longchuan Tetsu's hand and placed it under her head.

"I dreamed about you."

The woman's soft breathing could be heard, and Longchuan Che tilted his head.

"Dream?"

Ryukawa Che has read many books, among which the one related to dreams is Freud's "The Interpretation of Dreams".

It says that a person will have about 100,000 dreams in his life, which are bizarre, mysterious and complicated.

Longchuan Tetsu didn't think there was anything to say about a dream. "That kind of dream."

The executive was a little ashamed, his fair toes were curled up tightly, and even the tail behind him seemed to shrink a little.

"That kind of dream?"

Longchuan Che was stunned for a moment, then an interested smile appeared on his face.

"What kind of dream is that?"

There is only the executive with a tail in the dark room.

It was obvious what the woman was dreaming about, but Longchuan Che wanted to hear her say it herself.

It is said that erotic dreams leave no trace, but the executive director, who was originally very ashamed, had to show his most shameful side to Longchuan Che.

That was originally the case, and I was a little nervous when I said it.

But she heard the boy whispering in her ear, "Mr. Executive, what kind of dream is this?" "So I am the lover of your dreams?"

Takeda Shinki suddenly wasn't nervous anymore.

Although it was impossible to see the other person's excited expression in the dark, Takeda Maki accurately found the traces left behind last time.

Longchuan Che felt someone stabbed him on the shoulder.

Like a tiny rodent.

The woman closed the flesh on Ryukawa Tetsu's shoulder and took a bite.

"Love in a dream."

Ryuukawa Tetsu rubbed his shoulders and pushed the other person away, and his half-sentences turned into "get up" and "turn on the light" while shining his phone on his shoulder.

It's a red circle, luckily it's not broken.

"You are born in the year of the dog, right?"

The ambiguous atmosphere disappeared, and Longchuan Che turned his head to look at the woman who sat up on the white bed.

She still only had a tail.

The white sheets slipped off her shoulders, revealing her rosy skin.

Longchuan Che saw the woman's body under the golden light, like cherry blossoms shattered by heavy rain.

Fair, rosy, and with a hint of fragility brought on by illness.

"looks good?"

Faced with Ryukawa Toru who teased her with the words 'dream lover', Takeda Maki suddenly felt less ashamed.

She did not cover herself like she did the previous times, allowing the light to shine through her body.

Stained with sickly red skin, delicate collarbones, beautiful swan necks, and
"generally!"

Longchuan Cheyi tied his belt and spoke to the woman who bit him in a very tough manner.

No matter how good her figure or how pretty her face is, Longchuan Jun doesn't like women with bad tempers.

The other party seems angry.

Takeda Shinki watched the other person sit down in front of the glass window.

There were flashes of thunder and heavy rain outside the window. Takeda Shinki pursed her lips, put on her coat, and walked towards the other party.

The tail danced in a naughty arc inside the coat, and the boy was obviously stunned when Takeda Shinki sat on his lap.

There was tea, snacks and butter on the table.

Neither of them had eaten anything that night, and when the room service was delivered just now, the woman was already about to go to bed.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

He crawls into bed, dreams, and bites people.

Longchuan Che felt the fluffy tail floating on his thigh and felt a headache looking at the executive who was staring at him.

A woman who has sexual shame is a woman with strong moral values.

He didn't think that the executive officer wanted anything to happen to him.

Longchuan Che's question made the woman purse her lips slightly.

The white tail moves horizontally from the knee to the thigh.

Longchuan Che felt that the other party left a slippery and straight channel on his thigh.

"Don't understand yet?"

He was a little dazed, and then saw the executive officer lowered his head and licked the tooth mark.

"I want to sleep with you."

(End of this chapter)