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

Chapter 293: Miss Ye Gonghaolong
The slender little hand pulled the hem of Longchuan Tetsu's clothes.

Longchuan Che scratched his head.

The other person just stared at him without saying a word.

"Are you afraid?"

The girl was wearing plain white pajamas, and Longchuan Che spoke with some curiosity.

Didn’t you just say that you like exciting plots? Why do you look like you can’t sleep alone now?

“The causes of fear vary, but most are imbalances in the levels of serotonin, dopamine, etc., which can affect the individual’s emotional state and lead to increased feelings of fear and anxiety.”

The young lady took a deep breath.

"The incident at Igasayama caused my dopamine to become imbalanced, which is a normal physiological phenomenon."

At the end, the eldest lady nodded, as if she agreed with what she said.

"You're saying that being scared is normal and that I can't make fun of you for it?"

Natsuko Imamura stared at him, and Ryukawa Toru asked curiously.

Natsuko Imamura's expression looked a little abnormal. After three or five seconds, she nodded to Toru Ryukawa.

Long Chuan Che hissed.

"If you are afraid, then you are afraid. Why do you have to make so many high-sounding excuses?"

Still the type who would not let go of anyone's little flaws, Longchuan Che turned sideways to let the other person in.

"Shut up, shut up!"

The young lady seemed a little embarrassed, even though she had said half an hour ago that she liked horror stories.

But the book is different from what is happening around us.

Not far away is a mass grave. Natsuko Imamura really admires Ryukawa Toru for knowing such a niche thing.

Mount Kinugasa and Emperor Uda were more than 1,200 years ago.

"You can do whatever you want."

Natsuko Imamura sat down where Ryukawa Toru was reading, obviously planning to stay there all night.

Ryuukawa Toru said, raising his eyebrows while standing behind the door of the living room.

"If you're scared, just push the door open and come in. I don't mind."

Natsuko Imamura did not respond, but just calmly flipped through Ryukawa Toru's book reviews.

He gave a very fair score to "Beauty and Sorrow".

There are 50 books shortlisted for the Group Portrait Award, and each one will be scored and reviewed by the judges, and finally the winner of the Group Portrait Award will be selected.

The other party ignored him, Longchuan Che shrugged and went back to his room.

The rain outside the window was fine and cold, and the light behind the paper door cut out the young lady's slender figure.

There was the sound of the girl flipping through pages of a book, and Longchuan Che thought about it.

"You hate me?"

The eldest lady is so stubborn that she would never marry him. Longchuan Che admits that he is not the type that girls particularly like, but the eldest lady is too repulsive.

It was so serious that Ryukawa Toru was worried that when that day came, she would stage the Kyoto Higashiyama murder case.

Longchuan Toru was lost in thought, and Imamura Natsuko smiled.

"Objectively speaking, you are an excellent boy."

The sound of turning pages, the sound of rain, and the girl's laughter.

"But we're not suitable."

Imamura Natsuko said it in a decisive tone, and Ryukawa Toru raised his eyebrows.

"Not suitable?"

The eldest lady said it as if she was giving out a nice guy card, and Longchuan Che stretched lazily in the bed.

"How will you know if you don't try?"

Ryukawa Tetsu spoke frivolously, and Imamura Natsuko sighed.

“The person I want to be with is someone who is clear-minded.”

In the dark shadows of the light, Longchuan Che saw the girl's familiar chin-pinching gesture.

"You're thinking too much, and you don't really want to marry me."

This was the first time the two last descendants of the Kujo family talked to each other with their hearts open, said Natsuko Imamura.

"Even if you win the position of heir, you still want to have a fake marriage with me and then divorce me when the time is right, right?"

There was a flash of lightning outside the house, and Longchuan Che's stretched movements froze there.

After a while, Longchuan Tetsu heard someone say outside, "Being forced into marriage is already a very unfortunate thing, but I am actually being used as a tool by you to return to the Kujo family."

Longchuan Che saw that the other party had turned another page of "Beauty Without Sorrow".

"You really are as annoying as Grandpa."

Whether it's annoying or not, he drew a circle at this moment, and Longchuan Che sighed in the rainy season in Kyoto.

From the young lady's perspective, the girl seems a little pitiful, but Longchuan Tetsu will never stop doing what he is doing just because she feels sorry for him.

"I'll make it up to you if I can."

"Don't make it sound like you're sure to win."

Longchuan Tetsu spoke seriously and the girl chuckled.

She opened the door and looked at Longchuan Che who was lying there.

Objectively speaking, the boy looks good. He lies there with his head propped up, looking nonchalant and lazy.

A part of the beautiful collarbone was revealed, and the young lady took a few more glances.

"If I didn't want Muzi to be sad, I would have thought of marrying you and then divorcing you after I defeated you."

The eldest lady sat upright outside the room, and Long Chuan Che looked at her and opened her red lips.

"After all, you are the first person who dares to use me as a springboard."

Longchuan Che saw a very complicated expression on the eldest lady, with a little resentment, but mostly dissatisfaction.

"Divorcing a husband is a much better thing than strangling me with the corner of the sofa."

The eldest lady once said that she was professional at killing people with the corner of the sofa, and Longchuan Che said this in a half-joking tone.

The eldest lady didn't smile, but looked at Longchuan Che calmly.

"You can't be serious?"

Longchuan Che felt a little annoyed. He was suddenly glad that they were competing in literature and that he was Muzi's boyfriend.

"Look, you can't even stand the role reversal."

The girl smiled teasingly and read a book with Longchuan Che's door open.

The girl is a gentle woman with the aura of a lady from a noble family.

Long Chuan Che looked at the other person leaning against the building listening to the wind and rain, and the sound of her slender fingers turning pages of a book also made him fall asleep more easily.

Watching the other party complete the work, Longchuan Che's eyelids slowly drooped.

Can the young lady really beat herself?

Longchuan Che found it very difficult.

She might be considered a graceful woman, but no matter how graceful she was.

“It’s hard to match Japan’s century-old culture.”

Longchuan Che fell asleep under the other person's gaze and did not see the eldest lady's upturned mouth corners.

Rain hits the bluestone slabs.

Longchuan Che had a dream.

He dreamed of this body as a child, in the big house he had visited in Yamanashi Prefecture.

He put his hands behind his back and walked slowly in the courtyard.

"Prince Shotoku could speak like an adult when he was only four months old, and I could read the classics when I was only one year old."

When I was two or three years old, I spoke in a baby voice and looked at the two little girls following me with disdain.

"You've made a great deal by letting you two become my wives. Why do you care if others say you have no shame?"

Long Chuan Che inexplicably felt that his tone was arrogant and domineering. He heard himself calling himself

I bow to the savior Guanyin, and pass on the lamp to the Eastern King Sulisan.

He doesn't care about the nonsense these kids talk.

He stared at the two little girls and inexplicably felt that the two little girls who were going to be his wives were somewhat familiar.

One of the two children has amber eyes and looks like his girlfriend.

one left.

There was another one with a handsome face and a very cunning smile.

That cunning face.

Longchuan Che always felt that she was somewhat similar to the eldest lady.

(End of this chapter)