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

Chapter 227: Sleeping? middle

Ryuukawa Tetsu's room was very quiet.

Originally, there was only the sound of his gentle breathing.

White moon frost sprinkled on the windowsill, and the velvet quilt embedded the boy inside.

This room originally belonged to his wife.

There were women's clothes and a large French wooden bed, which was given to her lover by his wife when Ryuukawa Che arrived.

Today, their relationship is no longer concealed.

At least everyone in the guild hall knows about their relationship.

Long Chuan Che was sleeping soundly when, in a daze, he felt a smooth and warm thing crawl into his arms.

Long Chuan Che couldn't open his eyes, and pinched down along the familiar position.

"How did you come?"

A little tired and a little confused.

The familiar touch of fingers told him that the person coming was his wife.

"Don't make trouble."

The woman, who was also very tired, hummed, "My sister has gone back to her room. I'll come over to keep you company."

In order to prevent the two from doing anything openly, Takeda Maki sat outside until eleven o'clock before entering the house.

When the wife found that her lover was missing, she ran to her lover's room.

It’s not that I have to do anything, but when I can sleep with each other’s arms around each other, there’s no reason to sleep alone.

"Ah."

With the beauty in his arms, Longchuan Che felt his throat slightly dry.

But he was a little tired, and his wife fell asleep curled up in his arms.

Ryuukawa Tetsuya simply placed his fingers in the familiar position and clenched them, then fell asleep holding his wife in his arms.

The night is dark and cool.

The wife secretly hid in her lover's room, and Takeda Shinki was still awake.

She would have to take a look at the branch assistance needed tomorrow and the police department's maintenance of order.

The lights in her room were not turned off until midnight.

I drank a glass of hot milk and pulled back the covers.

The woman, tired after a day's work, just lay quietly on the bed.

She has trouble sleeping and usually needs some auxiliary tools.

It could be white noise, it could be music, but she turned on the bedside lamp tonight.

The orange light illuminates the room with a warm yellow glow.

Takeda Shinki blushed when she saw the little tail pressing on the white manuscript.

The tail was pulled out when she was taking a nap at noon.

“But it’s so weird.”

Takeda Shinki frowned.

This time I did it myself, and it wasn't as thrilling as the previous two times. Instead, I felt a suffocating feeling as if my soul was being pulled out of me.

The blood rushed up and my breathing became rapid.

The first two times Longchuan Che took action, she felt suffocated due to lack of oxygen.

After making the comparison, the woman patted her head.

She had already pulled it out, and she couldn’t let Longchuan Che pull it out again.

Using one finger to flick away the cleaned little tail, the woman continued to pick up the book "The End of the World and Hard-Boiled Wonderland".

The boy wrote an introduction and then finished writing most of it in the afternoon.

Takeda Maki had never seen anyone who could create like that.

It was as if all the ink in my mind was poured out all at once, and I spit out tens of thousands of words in a flash.

Yes, knock it out.

Instead of writing with a pen like in the previous times, Takeda Maki used her laptop to write a manuscript of tens of thousands of words.

It seems that handwritten manuscripts have lost some of their artistic quality, but Takeda Shinki picked up the printed manuscript and read it with great interest. She values ​​efficiency and convenience.

This mechanical way of producing manuscripts obviously suits her taste better.
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When the sound of the horn filled the town, the beasts raised their necks towards the ancient memory—

The executive director huddled in his bed, blinking his eyes. Long Chuan Che's brushstrokes, like a medieval oil painting, took people to the end of that hazy world.

The mountains and forests are desolate, and the town is cold and lonely. The unicorn dies and is reborn, releasing endless ancient dreams;
The end of the world is not so much an imaginary world as it is a dream utopia in people’s hearts.

There is no death there, but there are unicorns that feed on people's hearts.

Takeda Maki felt that this kind of place was pretty good. There were no worries, and any heavy burden on the body would be absorbed by the unicorn.

She was raised by her parents as a perfect heir since she was young, and her body was burdened with heavy pressure.

She can single-handedly pull the dying Takeda family back to its feet, but she will also feel deeply exhausted every late night.

"Hiss, but there are dream readers. What if my dreams are read by others?"

When Takeda Shinki saw that the protagonist in the book had the ability to read the remaining memories from the unicorn's skull, her face suddenly turned red again.

Dreaming about your brother-in-law is a very shameful thing even in the end of the world.

Slowly reading the tens of thousands of words of the story, Takeda Shinki skipped the plot of "Cold Wonderland" and only read the ones she liked.

Just like she only eats sweet potions in her life, the executive lady at this time is a slightly childish woman.

The sea breeze beat the white waves into pieces, and Takeda Maki was still awake at two o'clock in the morning.

She watched the protagonist's 'shadow' being cut off at the end of the world, and watched him meet a girl he liked in the library.

It's when I was excited.

There was a squeak.

Someone put a pause at the most exciting moment.

"why is it like this?"

Takeda Shinki frowned. Ryuukawa Toru was a serial novel author with a first-rate ability to break down chapters.

The novel progresses to the point where 'I' fall in love with the girl in the library. Because she has no heart and no ability to love, the two of them plan to find the heart together.

Takeda Maki was very much looking forward to it, but the bastard author Ryukawa Toru stopped the plot here.

"Give him more work tomorrow."

Takeda Shinki sighed.

Ordinary readers gritted their teeth and got through this situation, but the executive decided to assign more work to Longchuan Che tomorrow.

This is the power of capital.

The woman pursed her lips and went to sleep.

In the quiet night, the woman's breathing merged with the waves. After three or four minutes, the woman, who thought she could have a good sleep, opened her eyes again.

The plot kept repeating in his mind, what did they encounter in the forest, and whether Shadow Square would be in danger.

The woman sighed and got up from the bed.

The night rolled up her creamy skin, and the woman, who looked cold and white under the moonlight, first came to the door of her sister's room.

The concert hall has two floors, and the second floor is the living area.

Four bedrooms and a utility room.

After Ryukawa Toru arrived, Tanabe Chiyo and Edogawa Shizune huddled together.

"Takako, are you asleep?"

The woman knocked on her sister's door, but no one answered.

"You didn't go to Longchuan Tetsu's room, did you?"

The woman frowned. How could she, who was a decent person, have a sister who would run to a man's room every night?

He opened the door and knocked cautiously.

'Sister, if you want to go, I won't go.'

With this in mind, the woman took a look into her sister's room through the crack in the door.

The white gauze gently stopped beside the windowsill. With the help of a little moonlight, the woman saw a small bulging bag on the bed.

Her sister was sleeping there very quietly, and Takeda Maki could even hear some of her gentle breathing sounds.

It’s great that my sister is not shameless. Managing Director Takeda walked into Ryukawa Toru’s room.

(End of this chapter)