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

Chapter 364 Please! Madam

The dusk gradually deepened.

The flowing light in the distance cast a dark shadow, and the wife stood up and poured a glass of milk for her daughter.

"Don't stay up too late. You'll be here for a while anyway."

Takeda Akane is completing her study assignments on the table.

The difference between Irish culture and Japanese culture.

The girl put down her pen, picked up the milk on the table and took a sip.

"I'll be asleep soon, mother."

The desk lamp illuminated the homework on the table, and the girl had finished most of it even without Ryuukawa Tetsu's help.
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I would like to interpret Irish culture from three aspects: music, wine and literature.
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The custom of drinking here has been popular since the golden age. As for music, there is a harp on their national emblem. As for literature, I would like to start with the great literary work "Ulysses".

"Ulysses" records a lot of Irish culture. Looking at the mostly completed homework on the desk, the wife nodded with satisfaction.

"Why are you suddenly talking about that girl during dinner?"

The executive did not tell his sister about his discovery. The lady just felt that her daughter had embarrassed her sister tonight.

"It's just not worth it for my aunt."

Takeda Akane sipped the milk in small sips. Her wife would not punish her as long as the mistake was not too serious.

"Don't do this next time."

As expected, the wife just tapped her daughter's head with her finger and coughed softly to see if there was anything she could do to help.

"Ulysses? Ryukawa Toru has been talking about this a lot lately."

Most studies of Irish culture cannot bypass Ulysses. After all, when James Joyce wrote this book, he said, "Even if this country suddenly disappears from the earth one day, people can still rebuild it based on my book."

A book filled with most of the humanities and culture of Ireland and Dublin. Takeda Akane nodded slightly.

"It would be much faster if my uncle could help me, but he was unwilling to help me today."

Ryukawa Toru once thought that the girl he had met once was Chacha Natsume Fuyumi, but that girl was nothing compared to Takeda Akane.

He sounded aggrieved when he spoke, and looked a little pitiful.

"It's okay, Mom will talk to him for you."

The wife patted her daughter's head without hesitation, because she had just said that she wanted Longchuan Che to behave well.

Without hesitation, she tricked Longchuan Che, and her wife laughed when she saw her daughter laughing.

Takeda Akane has always been a well-behaved and sensible person in front of her, and has been very obedient since she was a child.

"During this year's Bon Festival, you can burn incense for him in the name of your daughter at the old house in Kyoto."

The daughter here is obviously not the wife's daughter. Takeda Akane's face suddenly changed when she heard her mother's words.

"Mother, I."

The girl obviously wanted to refuse, but she felt a little embarrassed because the other party was Takako Takeda.

Pain and hesitation appeared on the girl's face until Mrs. Takeda said "forget it", and then the girl's expression relaxed.

She would not reject her mother, but she also did not want to burn incense for someone in the name of her daughter.

The wife looked at Takeda Akane with some pity and stroked her head.

"sleep earlier."

Thousands of words were condensed into this sentence, and the girl nodded gratefully.

The higher the completion rate of the homework, the better. Seeing that she could not help, the wife returned to her room.

A slightly hot and humid night breeze blew by. My wife went to the bedroom, took a shower and then lay down on the bed.

The Victorian-style guest rooms are intricately decorated, and lying on the bed makes you feel like you have really become an English woman.

"What a good story about the Duchess's affair."

The wife muttered while lying on the bed. The story that Longchuan Tetsu just told on the balcony made her feel itchy. A young and strong man and a wife whose husband was paralyzed.

"This guy wouldn't do this on purpose, right?"

Because her daughter came, the wife had to stay alone in the empty room. The woman couldn't sleep and picked up the book on the bedside.

"Norwegian Wood"

Mrs.'s bedtime reading from her sister.

Someone was sleeping with me, so I could only flip through the book. My wife sighed and flipped through two pages.
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“Life is like a forest. Those who are lost stay lost, and those who meet will meet again.”

The beginning of the article is very fresh, but my wife felt something was wrong.
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I just hugged her for a long time.
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After seeing her calm down, I slowly -
In the end, Naoko hugged me tightly.

"What does this say?"

When the wife saw this, her face suddenly turned red, and she felt like she was secretly reading a banned book in junior high school.

Some things in "Norwegian Wood" are described too bluntly, and my wife finds it hard to accept.

Both "Norwegian Wood" and "Snow Country" have descriptions of these aspects, but my wife prefers "Snow Country".

"This guy misses you so much."

The wife stretched out her fingers, and it seemed as if the touch of her man was lingering on them.

"No wonder that woman Takeda Shinki looks at it every day."

I felt embarrassed for reading it myself, and my sister, who had already finished reading the novel, was also filled with pornographic thoughts.

The wife continued to read.
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"She was a tycoon's wife, beautiful, thirty-two or thirty-three, wearing a fur coat, Charles Jordan shoes, silk underwear, and a sex appetite that was as voracious as a wolf, with endless ways of doing it.
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On weekdays, I would have a big fight with you in the afternoon. But on Sundays, my husband is at home, so I can't see you. Right?"
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"You're really imaginative," I said. "They'll definitely ask you to tie her up, blindfold her, and lick her all over. Then, yes, they'll ask you to stuff all sorts of stuff in her like she's performing a stunt, and then use an instant camera to film the scene."

The more I read this book, the more I feel something is wrong. In some ways, the author seems like a QS master.

"Is this kind of thing really okay?"

The wife felt a little helpless. The so-called bedtime reading made it even harder for her to fall asleep.

Thinking of Longchuan Che and my little lover, the more I read this kind of book, the more I couldn't sleep.

"Let's go to bed."

With a soft sigh, the wife turned off the light in the room.

A few wisps of spring breeze blew in from the balcony in the bedroom, and the wife left only one lamp on in the room.

The light is dim.

The black gauze embraced the woman's plump body, and the mature feeling caused the bed to sink slightly.

The waist curve is smooth, and the front of the body is full and smooth.

It's summer now, so my wife is wearing something cooler.

"What are they doing?"

As the wife fell asleep, her mind was filled with the plot of the book she had just read.

My daughter calls me Uncle Longchuan Che, and my wife feels like she has knitted a hat for herself and is wearing it on her head.

"Go and see."

Since she couldn’t sleep anyway, the lady blushed and got up and walked to the balcony.

If the window next door is not closed, you can see what is happening next door. When the wife was sneaking outside, she heard the sound of something heavy falling from the balcony.

There was a click, as if someone had landed on the balcony outside his bedroom.

The wife's heart tightened and she walked over and saw Longchuan Che.

The boy appeared outside his room in a dignified manner with his muscular upper body exposed.

(End of this chapter)