I, who tortured the readers, was knocked to the ground by them!

Chapter 191 Take a shower first, or don’t touch me

Sakurai Itsuki and Mizuno Yuki's farewell was quite straightforward.

Although Mizuno Yuki was extremely clingy when they were alone together, she didn't keep pestering Sakurai Itsuki after he made it clear that that was enough for today.

The term "love brain" often seems to have nothing to do with the word "rationality", but if you think about it carefully, Yuki Mizuno is indeed a rare rational love brain.

Some actions may seem crazy, but they actually make sense.

Sakurai Itsuki touched the amulet made of the fragments of the divine sword hanging around his neck, and turned to look at the windowsill of Mizuno Yuki's apartment.

Sure enough, I could see the blurry figure by the windowsill.

We had walked some distance and couldn't see the expression on her face.

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She must have been watching him leave silently, and when she turned around, she narrowed her eyes, showing her two fangs, and smiled sweetly.

Yuki Mizuno's apartment was not far from home, so Sakurai Itsuki decided to stroll home.

Then I regretted this decision a little.

Summer nights in Tokyo are rarely cool, and after walking for a while, I was sweating profusely.

Sakurai Itsuki began to feel that, in addition to the Tokyo girls who still wore skirts to show their legs on snowy days, office workers who still wore suits and ties on summer nights could also be considered anti-human.

Walked for twenty minutes.

At 8:30 in the evening, Sakurai Itsuki took out his key and opened the door.

"Ah, welcome back!"

Sakurai Itsuki, who was still at the entrance, heard a crisp sound.

Sakurai Mitsuki, who was sitting in the living room watching TV, turned around and looked at her brother: "Do you want to eat? Sister Ruoye left you a portion in the refrigerator. If you want to eat, I can heat it up for you. It's almost time after you finish your shower."

As a cool breeze blew through the room, Sakurai Itsuki suddenly felt alive again: "No need, I've already had dinner. Where's your sister Wakaba?"

Sakurai Mitsuki replied, "Sister Wakaba is busy painting upstairs. Is everything going well today?"

Compared to her reserved attitude when she first arrived, Mitsuki Sakurai, who is considered to be "the apple of everyone's eye" in Tokyo, has become much more cheerful and is no longer so reserved towards him.

They acted a little more like normal siblings.

Well, maybe they are still some distance away from real siblings like the Kojima family who quarrel with each other all day long.

Sakurai Itsuki nodded: "Well, today went pretty smoothly. The atmosphere in Yuki's team is very good. They are all very nice people. I'll go upstairs first."

Then he turned back to Sakurai Mitsuki and said, "The air conditioner temperature is a bit too low. Be careful not to catch a cold."

Sakurai Mitsuki nodded: "I see, I'm waiting here for you to come home. I'll be up soon. Wait until I finish watching this show."

Just a normal conversation.

But, Sakurai Itsuki seemed to understand.

Those office workers who still run around in suits in the hot summer are probably just waiting for this ordinary "welcome back" from home.

It's not bad to talk about family matters.

Sakurai Itsuki just went upstairs and arrived at the studio door before entering the bathroom.

Gently looking through the gap, observing the hot blonde.

She was sitting in front of the sketchpad, holding the paintbrush with great concentration.

Sato Wakaba had no idea that her family's Ashu had returned home, nor did she realize that Sakurai Itsuki was secretly observing her.

She tied her long golden hair behind her head, and her light blue eyes were full of concentration.

No matter how many times you see her profile, you can't help but sigh that it's unexpected that someone has a face that can integrate Eastern and Western aesthetics so well.

She has the clear lines of a European beauty, but she doesn't look sharp at all, and has some of the subtlety of an oriental girl.

Under the light, a crystal drop of sweat slid across the face, across the snow-white goose neck, and rolled to the towering chest.

Those who are said to have won the genetic lottery are probably people like this.

"Aren't you going to turn on the air conditioner?" Sakurai Itsuki suddenly spoke, scaring Sato Wakaba so much that she couldn't help but shiver.

Turning around and seeing Sakurai Itsuki coming in, Sato Wakaba breathed a sigh of relief: "It's you, I was so scared."

"Who else could it be but me? I'm the only man in the family." Sakurai Itsuki walked to his computer desk, turned on the air conditioner, and set the temperature to 24 degrees.

Sato Wakaba scratched her head. "Yeah, that's true. Actually, I forgot to turn on the air conditioner. Haha, no problem, it saves some electricity!"

Ying Jingshu rolled his eyes at her and said, "The electricity bill you saved isn't even enough to buy you a cake."

Sakurai Itsuki was not stingy with the money. Isn't the purpose of making money to spend it?

He didn't feel bad about giving his money to Sato Wakaba.

"Actually, when I was watching TV with Guangxi downstairs, I felt a little cold because of the wind, so I thought I would come up to cool down before turning on the stove, and save some electricity at the same time. But I forgot about it while I was drawing."

Sato Wakaba explained while tugging at her off-the-shoulder tank top: "Ah, I've been sweating a lot, and my clothes are sticking to my skin."

Because it was summer and she was at home, she was only wearing a thin vest on her upper body and very short shorts on her lower body.

After being soaked with sweat, the figure is particularly highlighted.

Sakurai Itsuki was stunned for a moment, but Sato Wakaba didn't pay any attention to this aspect. Instead, she picked up the canvas on the side and covered her painting with it.

Sakurai Itsuki felt that Sato Wakaba's behavior was a little unusual, so he asked, "What are you drawing?"

"Let's talk later. I haven't finished the painting yet. It has to be a secret. I have to go take a shower first! Oh, by the way, you just came back from outside, you should go take a shower too, right? Go quickly, go quickly."

Sato Wakaba stood up and waved at Sakurai Itsuki, urging him to leave the studio to prevent him from peeking.

Sakurai Itsuki wanted to say, this is his territory, how come he caught up with him and was so domineering?

However, Sakurai Itsuki took a gentlemanly look at the vest that was tightly clung to her chest.
Since she is so old, I should be a little overbearing and not argue with her: "Why? Are you planning to take a shower with me when you say that?"

Sato Wakaba finally noticed Sakurai Itsuki's unobstructed gaze upon hearing this, and quickly covered her chest with her hands: "You rascal! Aren't you afraid that Mitsuki will hear it?"

Faced with this "the child is still at home" statement, Sakurai Itsuki shrugged and said: "Mitsuki is not a child either. Besides, you won't take the joke seriously, right?"

Hearing this, Sato Wakaba stuck her tongue out at Sakurai Itsuki and made one of her signature faces: "I'm going to take a shower. You can come or not, but if you don't take a shower, don't touch me later!"

With that, he walked straight out of the studio and ran up to the third floor.

She is always so impetuous.

Sakurai Itsuki stood there thinking, why did this statement sound weird? Can he touch it after taking a shower?
Sakurai Itsuki shook his head and gathered his wandering thoughts. Mitsuki was still at home, so he should take a shower first and then work.

I just spent the day accompanying Yuki Mizuno today and haven't done much work yet.

Sakurai Itsuki thought so and turned into his bathroom.

I have to say that taking a warm bath on a sweaty summer day and then entering an air-conditioned room is one of the most enjoyable things in life.

After showering, I opened the door and returned to the studio, where I saw Sato Wakaba, already dressed in pajamas and sitting at her drawing board with her paintbrush. Apparently, the rule that "women shower much slower than men" didn't apply to Sato Wakaba, which was quite the style.

"Ah! I've just finished! Come over here and take a look!"

When Sato Wakaba saw Sakurai Itsuki come in, she immediately waved to him.

Sakurai Itsuki approached suspiciously, only to see his own handsome profile on the drawing paper.

Sato Wakaba stood up and reached out to push him down on the chair in front of the drawing board so that he could take a good look at his masterpiece.

Sato Wakaba asked confidently, "How does it feel? Pretty good, right?"

Sakurai Itsuki said: "Sketch must be based on the real object to practice effectively."

Sato Wakaba explained: "I drew it based on a photo!"

Sakurai Itsuki didn't remember taking this kind of photo before: "Photo? What photo?"

Sato Wakaba took out her phone, opened the photo album, and showed a side profile photo of Sakurai Itsuki: "That's it."

Sakurai Itsuki pretended to be angry and asked, "Are you secretly filming me?"

"It's just one picture, just as material for a sketch, don't think..."

Before Sato Wakaba finished her explanation, Sakurai Itsuki stretched out his finger and ruthlessly slid it across Sato Wakaba's screen.

The next photo is another photo of Sakurai Itsuki.

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"Why are you just swiping through other people's photo albums? That's very rude!"

"Is it polite to take a sneak shot? Where's the one you agreed on?"

Faced with Sakurai Itsuki's questioning, Sato Wakaba, feeling guilty, once again used her best skills.

She stuck out her tongue and said, "Hey, why are there more than one? Maybe Mitsuki took it with my phone! No, don't worry about these details! Comment on my painting first!"

Sakurai Itsuki reached out and flicked Sato Wakaba's forehead, then stopped pursuing the matter. He turned back and carefully examined Sato Wakaba's painting: "It's just so-so, it probably only made me look a third as handsome as I am."

Sato Wakaba, anticipating praise, frowned. "Ashu, you really, really have a very good sense of self-awareness."

Sakurai Itsuki smiled and said, "Didn't I learn this from you?"

"Because I am genuinely cute and beautiful!" Sato Wakaba patted her chest complacently, her little face full of pride.

Sakurai Itsuki picked up the pencil beside him after a long absence and replied, "I don't deny that."

"Humph, me"

Before Sato Wakaba could speak, Sakurai Itsuki answered: "I know, I know, I'm a good person."

Faced with Sakurai Itsuki's nonchalant answer, Sato Wakaba puffed out her cheeks like a goldfish.

It feels like I'm being treated casually.

So she stretched out her elbow and wrapped it around Sakurai Itsuki's neck, while pressing her other arm up, imitating the wrestlers in WWE and putting a glancing lock on Sakurai Itsuki.

The long golden hair fell on Sakurai Itsuki's neck, fluttering slightly with the movements, creating a slight tingling sensation, which combined with the soft touch of her forearm skin, combined into a wonderful feeling.

She was scented with a mixture of shower gel and shampoo.

Different from the faint scent of perfume she always sprays on her body.

This smell can only be smelled after she has just come out of the bath. Perhaps he is the only one among all his peers who can smell it?
Does this count as a special offer for Sato Wakaba's Sakurai Itsuki?

Thinking this way, Sakurai Itsuki felt that this kind of "forced locking of men" might not even be considered a punishment: "Didn't I praise you for being cute?"

Sato Wakaba's question came to my ears: "Can your attitude and words be considered a compliment?"

Sakurai Itsuki replied: "Why not? Are you not going to say I'm a good person this time? Or are you going to just accept my confession that doesn't even exist?"

"Hmph." Sato Wakaba just snorted lightly, exerted a little force on her arm, and pulled it back, issuing a disguised warning.

But as Sato Wakaba pulled back and felt the softness pressing against, or rather, pressing against, his back, Sakurai Itsuki felt that this was not only not a punishment, but perhaps even a reward.

"Okay, okay, just pretend I never said anything and let's do it again." Sakurai Itsuki smiled, "You're very cute. Now continue giving out cards. I'm listening."

"What? Are you trying to coax a child?"

Sato Wakaba loosened her grip slightly, but still kept her hand on his shoulder, pouting in dissatisfaction.

"Ah? Isn't it?" Sakurai Itsuki ignored the dissatisfaction of the person behind him, and kept sliding the pencil on Sato Wakaba's drawing paper, making a rustling sound.

"Huh." Just as he was about to exert force with his arms to give Sakurai Itsuki another guillotine, he discovered that Sakurai Itsuki had been drawing something on his drawing paper with a pen since a while ago.

He leaned down, rested his chin on Sakurai Itsuki's shoulder, and stared at the drawing paper with his blue eyes wide open.

Sakurai Itsuki is on the screen, with another face added next to his own profile.

It's not finished, but just at a glance, that's me.

"Is it me?"

"Well, it seems that having a little excessive self-awareness is a good thing." Sakurai Itsuki waved the pen in his hand and continued to draw on the drawing paper.

"Don't you need a real object for reference?" Sato Wakaba watched Sakurai Itsuki's painting process carefully.

Of course, she also understood that Sakurai Itsuki was deliberately drawing this for her to see, demonstrating to her how he drew portraits.

Even though Sakurai Itsuki usually draws comics, there is always that teacher One who gives the example that comics only need to be drawn in a way that outsiders can understand.

But most cartoonists have solid painting skills, especially Sakurai Itsuki, who was an art student who passed the art exam in his previous life, so his sketching skills are naturally not too bad.

"I've seen your face so many times, and I still need a reference. You underestimate a guy who makes a living by painting. I'm an expert."

Sakurai Itsuki felt the heaviness coming from his shoulders, turned around and pulled the face on his shoulders: "Head, it's too heavy, I need to paint with this hand."

"Oh." Sato Wakaba nodded, then raised her head obediently, tilted her head, and put her chin on his left shoulder.

Maybe at this point, I could start with something like, "You've been thinking about my face, maybe you have some feelings for me?" to make up for the regret of being rushed in when answering the nice guy card.

However, she didn't want to disturb Sakurai Itsuki's painting process now.

Also, my ears are so hot.
Feeling the heaviness transfer from his right shoulder to his left shoulder, Sakurai Itsuki sighed in his heart.

I don't mind her annoying behavior.

The two fell into a brief silence.

In the room, the only sounds were the wind coming from the half-open window, the rustling sound of a pencil sliding across paper, and the thumping sound of my heart beating, which only I could hear.

The world suddenly became quiet, and the chirping of crickets in the grass outside made this ignorant summer night quiet and beautiful.

(End of this chapter)