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

Chapter 304: Gentle Country
The water splashed down along the eaves.

The place was deserted long ago.

The lady covered her mouth until she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Her soft skin floated along the light. When everything was quiet, she turned her head and kissed the person behind her.

"Are you surprised?"

The lady had a soft smile on her face, which was completely different from the tearful look she had just had.

I don’t know how much time has passed, but the food on the table has become completely cold.

Ryuukawa Toru hugged his wife from behind, and the two of them seemed to fit together like a puzzle.

"It seems too late."

The wife had a rich and pleasant smell on her body, and Longchuan Che hugged her slender waist, feeling a little lazy.

His mind is now filled with the expression of his wife crying and shouting, "Master, don't do it" and "Please let me go."

That miserable look is weak and delicate, just like the delicate flowers growing in April and May, which make people unable to stop eating once they have tasted it.

"Don't make trouble."

The other party had changed obviously, and the wife patted the boy's hand with a little weakness in her legs.

Crying and making a fuss, and having to play the role of a miserable fisherman's daughter, the wife's already tired body became even more tired.

"Let's go back."

The wife yawned lazily. The teahouse's private room could actually be used for overnight stays, but the wife didn't want to lie in such a messy place.

"it is good."

Longchuan Che stood up holding his wife and saw that it was already past midnight.

Most of the drinks on the table were gone, and the fish roe dish from Fukuoka had become hard and cold.

“It seems a bit too much.”

The wife's neck was covered with plum-red marks, and Longchuan Che couldn't help but kiss her snow-white skin.

His fingers slid down the white skin, and the fabric on the other person's body was tied loosely around his waist.

The upper body was stretched out like a white peony, and the lower body dress disappeared at the beginning.

"Can't you be gentler? Look, it's all red."

The wife sat cross-legged on Longchuan Che's waist and showed him her red wrist that had been pinched.

There was a bright red handprint on the originally slender and white wrist. One could already imagine Longchuan Che holding his wife's hand with one hand and raising it above his head.

"Sorry, sorry."

Longchuan Che rubbed against his wife's front and gently moved his body to help her put on her performance clothes again.

Yunzhong Juejian Ji's clothes were still intact, except for a bare patch of thighs. The lady in the bright red auspicious bird costume seemed to have turned into that miserable fisherman's girl again.

"The guests have to be responsible to me."

After putting on her clothes, the lady pretended to wipe away her tears. It seemed that women particularly liked this tone.

"It's already in my mouth, who cares about you?"

Longchuan Che patted his wife's butt, and the woman was still wrapped around his waist. His wife was dressed properly, but he was not.

It seemed that she could hear the sound of some mucus swaying, and the lady glared at Longchuan Che fiercely.

"I knew it."

The lady waved the handkerchief beside her.

She bit her lip and pinched a thin handkerchief to half cover her face.

"The masters in Tokyo are all liars. I should have known this earlier."

The wife pushed the other on the shoulder.

"I won't give it to you."

She was young and pitiful just now, but now she is extremely charming.

Long Chuan Che took a deep breath and felt that he couldn't go on like this.

"You, what are you doing?"

The wife spoke in panic because Longchuan Tetsu just stood up straight.

It was drizzling outside, and Longchuan Che put his wife on the windowsill.

The fine raindrops hit the lady's gorgeous kimono, and the cold touch of the windowsill made her shiver.

The wife shuddered, and Longchuan Che also felt a little scalp tingling.

He looked at his wife, hugging herself tightly to him and not daring to sit on the cold windowsill that was hit by the rain.

"Do you want to go back with the master?" Long Chuan Che put his chin on the woman's shoulder and watched the lanterns swaying outside the house.

The bright yellow lights were casting a sense of rain, and transparent raindrops like arrows, stained with golden light, occasionally fell on the feet of passers-by.

It was already late at night and everyone was asleep. Long Chuan Che was listening to the gurgling sound of mucus.

"Back, back."

The wife's feet were a little weak, and she could only lean on the man for her whole body.

"Wherever the master goes, I go."

The wife felt a piercing sense of chaos in her head, and the fish with its mouth open on the table was staring at her intently.

The fish's mouth was slightly open as if it was dying of thirst.

The wife could only listen to the rain outside the window passing by in waves and could only speak in vain.

It was already two o'clock in the morning when Longchuan Che returned to the hotel with a woman who only had singing voice.

The wife looked a little unhappy because she was the one who suffered the most in the second half.

"Go take a shower first?"

Yunzhong Juejianji's clothes had been changed, and Longchuan Che kissed the unhappy woman on the face.

Although the poor fisherman's daughter was nice, he liked his wife more.

"Go run the bath water."

The lady's voice sounded a little tired. It was obvious that she had been tormented a lot by Longchuan Che that night.

Keeping your feet off the ground is a job that requires a lot of skill, and she doesn't practice every day like Ryuukawa Tetsu.

The water level in the bathing spring rose from low to high, and when it reached their chests, Ryukawa Tetsu stopped the flow of hot water.

I heard that the hot spring bath in this hotel comes from the same source as Sagano's [Ama-no-Yu]. Ryukawa Toru, who used a hot spring bath spoon to cover his wife's body, didn't know whether it was true or not.

The somewhat pungent hot soup had the charm of washing away fatigue. The wife watched Longchuan Che rub her body bit by bit, and when his fingers rubbed her fingertips, the wife gently held him.

"what happened?"

With their fingers intertwined, the wife sat in front of him.

The two of them sat together, with the wife's back pressed against Longchuan Che's chest.

"Do you think I'm no different from those geishas in the teahouse?"

The wife gently rubbed Longchuan Tetsu's hands and leaned her head with her hair tied up against Longchuan Tetsu.

Longchuan Tetsu's heartbeat was strong and powerful. His wife still remembered what an old man said, "If your sister was here, this wouldn't have happened."

At that time, someone definitely needed to take Longchuan Che's manuscript up, but his wife was a little timid in front of more than a thousand people.

"You are prettier and better looking."

Longchuan Che's left cheek was against his wife's forehead, and there were condensation droplets on the ceiling of the bathroom.

To many people, Taitai is not very smart, but to Ryukawa Tetsu she is indispensable.

If she were smarter, she would not have been fooled by her mother. If she were dumber, she might not have been able to protect herself during those thirteen years.

This woman who often does stupid things is just right for Longchuan Che. Holding her fair skin, Longchuan Che always wants to hug her tighter.

"Only beautiful and good-looking?"

The lady pouted slightly as if she was a little dissatisfied.

If it's beautiful and nice looking, then it's just a vase.

"It is especially beautiful and even better looking."

Longchuan Che's tone was a little serious and made his wife laugh.

"Then I'm even more beautiful now. Can you come back to the Kujo family?"

The wife leaned gently against the other's body, rubbing every fingertip of Longchuan Che clean in the water.

The woman clearly knows where her strengths lie, and tonight's gentle paradise is also prepared for Longchuan Che.

She can be youthful and soothing, or bright and charming.

All she did was to prevent Longchuan Che from heading towards a future where they couldn't even be together.

The wife took Longchuan Che's clean hands and gently placed them against her face.

"do not leave me."

The wife looked at the boy who seemed dazed and called him softly.

"master."

(End of this chapter)