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

Chapter 64: Protecting the Present
The two auras have almost intertwined.

Either hot or itchy.

Longchuan Che could feel the tips of the woman's hair brushing gently against his body, and the tiny hairs standing up slightly on her body.

He was prepared to welcome that warm feeling, but then someone asked him what to do.

"Are you kidding me?"

Longchuan Che's voice almost came out of his throat, and the words were almost bitten off. No one could bear this impending abrupt end.

"I don't!"

The woman's voice was a little flustered, and her hands moved a little harder.

"lighter!"

The veins on Longchuan Che's temple bulged. He hesitated and asked:
"you have not"

"Of course I didn't!"

"But your daughter is so old now."

Suddenly there was no response, and there was no trace of my wife in my sight. I could only know that she was still there through touch.

The mist sprinkled on the skin bit by bit, and Longchuan Che seemed to be able to see the other person's breathing, the flaring nostrils, the half-open lips, and the helplessness of not knowing what to do next.

Longchuan Che tapped his fingers on the table, thought for a while, and then took the manuscript paper from the table.

If she doesn't know how to do it, just study it slowly. Do I have to teach her step by step?
There was a rustling sound of writing coming from overhead, and in the dim light, Takeda Takako asked curiously.

"Longchuan Tetsu, what are you doing?"

"writing a novel."

Long Chuan Che's voice was calm, and the tip of the pen slid across the white paper, leaving beautiful handwriting.

"Are you still in the mood to write a book at this time?"

"Then I'll go down and teach you?"

Longchuan Che's voice made the woman blush. She really couldn't accept being face to face with him now.

"Is it like eating popsicles in the summer?"

Perhaps Longchuan Tetsu went to do other things, giving the woman some space to breathe, so she asked timidly through the wooden board.

【Following the river, we soon came out of the wilderness. The mountain top seemed to be carved out, full of charm. A charming diagonal line stretched slowly from the peak to the foot of the mountain in the distance. The moonlight shone on the top of the mountain. At the end of the wilderness, only the faint sunset glow in the sky was seen, outlining the outline of the mountain into a circle of deep blue.】

After writing this paragraph, Longchuan Che thought for a while before answering the other party's question.

"Like you normally eat corn."

Takeda Takako pinched and felt that the other party secretly spit at the other party for being shameless.

The storm swept through the night after Longchuan Che had written more than a hundred words.

"Longchuan Tetsu, if, I mean if."

As Takeda Takako spoke hesitantly, Ryukawa Toru didn't know whether it was her breath or her skin that touched him.

It's always easy to imagine what's going on when you can't see it.

The tip of the pen was slightly tightened by Longchuan Tetsu, and he heard the other party say:

"If I say that what happened between you and my family is not what you think, can you please let me go for once?"

Takako Takeda also knew that everything started with the discovery of the agreement. If it were in the past, Toru Ryukawa would never have threatened her to do such a thing.

【Shimamura seemed to be in an unreal world, without any concept of time and space, and fell into a state of confusion, being carried away in vain. The monotonous sound of the wheels sounded like a woman's whisper.

These whispers, though intermittent and simple, are a symbol of her tenacious struggle for survival.

What is that, what is that.

Longchuan Tetsu answered the other party while writing.

"Of course not."

The black handwriting was reflected in the boy's pupils. He thought about it and put down the pen.

"In Wang Yongbin's "Night Talks around the Fire" in the Qing Dynasty, it is emphasized that a person's behavior should focus on its objective performance rather than its inner motivations or thoughts."

"No matter if you have any hidden secrets with our family, I have suffered a lot over the years."

Ryukawa Tetsu's tone was too flat, and Takeda Takako hesitated and asked, "Do you know something?" The piccolo of 'Kujo & Ryukawa', an old woman who looked a bit like her mother, and Takeda Takako went to the panic of Kujo's house.

Various scenes flashed through Longchuan Che's mind.

"I don't know." Longchuan Che answered casually while writing a book.

The woman under him was as quiet as a deflated ball. In the narrow space, Longchuan Che felt her moving left and right.

"What are you doing?"

"My butt is numb from sitting."

Longchuan Che could imagine the other person swaying from side to side in her silk nightgown. If he remembered correctly, the black lace on the waist was also lace-up.

Why does this woman dress like that every day when no one is watching?

Long Chuan Che couldn't help but have wild thoughts in his mind, and at this time
"Why are you so talkative today?" Mrs. Takeda let out a sigh of relief after finding a comfortable position.

The other person rinsed his mouth and used mint toothpaste.

"you"

Longchuan Che was speechless.

Takeda Takako usually maintains the image of a dignified and respectable woman. She seldom speaks, and when guests come she just greets them gently. She never chatters like this.

'It's like an elementary school student who has never spoken to anyone.'

As this thought came to Longchuan Che's mind, he heard the other party mutter, "I don't know either. The darkness makes me feel at ease."

The night was long, and the fireplace beside me was dancing with orange flames.

There was a drizzle outside the window, and Longchuan Che raised his eyebrows when he heard the woman's words.

"do you know?"

"what?"

"There are three explanations for your current sense of relief."

Longchuan Che lowered his hand, pinched the other person's earlobe and then slid it to the corner of the other person's mouth.

"Which three?"

Probably knowing that she couldn't hide any longer, Takeda Takako's voice trembled a little.

"The first is that rainy nights bring a sense of security. Rain can drive away wild animals. This is the white noise in our memories."

The feeling of wetness was getting closer and closer to him, and Longchuan Che narrowed his eyes and continued.

"The second type is that you have a typical avoidant personality, which is the legendary turtle who hides when encountering things. Small and enclosed spaces make you feel safe."

When Takako Takeda thought back on her life, she surprisingly found this statement to be very true.

At this moment, the tip of her nose was already touching Longchuan Che, and she felt a slight scratching sensation when she opened her mouth gently.

"What is the third one?"

Subconsciously saying something to buy time, Takeda Takako spoke with difficulty, feeling the hand supporting her from behind.

The unprecedented feeling made the wife's eyes dizzy, her face turned red little by little, and she could no longer hear what Longchuan Che said.

In her mind, she could see the boy kissing her body little by little, and the mist spreading out of the bathroom.

Outside the house, weeds are growing wildly, and in the ocean, there are roaring seas.

The burning sensation spread from the tip of her nose little by little, and Mrs. Takeda's toes curled up.

"Ryuryukawa Tetsu."

"what?"

Above my head was the other party's extremely suppressed voice.

"Have you washed it?"

Takako Takeda is about to cry again.

And the moment she opened her mouth.

With force on the fingertips, a distant silver light pierced through the darkness, and something passed through the pistil.

(End of this chapter)