The world of science is unscientific

With that in mind, he decided to change his mind. "In that case, let's go buy some clothes first, and we also need to prepare some imported gifts."

That makes sense.

Miyagawa Airi nodded in agreement.

But she can't go into the mall looking like this, since the organization's people are everywhere, and there's a risk of trouble.

Yusuke Suzuki went in to shop alone.

The children's clothing sellers looked at him with pity, just like they would a single father. Many of the female shop assistants even felt that being a stepmother wasn't so unacceptable after all.

After nearly two hours of busy work, Yusuke Suzuki finally walked out of the mall, his large bags making him look rather tiny.

There's no way around it, having money is a pain; it's easy to buy too much.

The car was quickly filled up, and he returned to the driver's seat with a sigh of relief.

Shopping is so tiring.

"Why did you buy so much again...?"

Miyagawa Airi was speechless, her tone slightly reproachful.

"It's completely out of control."

Yusuke Suzuki started the car. "I'm looking forward to the days when you'll be in charge of me. I'm really no good on my own."

Now Miyagawa Airi had nothing to say.

She didn't think that Suzuki Yusuke was implying anything about her.

The car sped to the underground parking lot of the residential complex.

Miyagawa Airi's gaze suddenly shifted to the motorcycle in the next parking space, which was covered by a dust cover...

It looks like a motorcycle.

"Want to try?"

Yusuke Suzuki parked the car. "It's been sitting here for a long time. As the lady of the house, I should at least pamper it a little."

Upon hearing this, Miyagawa Airi's eyes widened in shock.

It turns out... Suzuki Yusuke had kept the Harley motorcycle here all along; her past hobby hadn't been forgotten by him.

Sigh... these kinds of details feel like basic operations now.

Yusuke, you've spoiled me way too much!

Miyagawa Airi rolled her eyes at Suzuki Yusuke, secretly pleased with herself.

Refusing again would be hurtful.

She got off the motorcycle, removed the dust cover, and stroked it with her slender hand.

The cool feel of leather and steel spread through her palm.

The smell of engine oil, which ignites her inner wildness, also surrounded her.

"Leave now?"

Yusuke Suzuki turned his head and smiled. "Let me make this clear beforehand, I'm going to be with you no matter what."

"Yes yes yes~~~"

Miyagawa Airi sighed helplessly, then smiled charmingly and winked playfully, "Then you'd better hold on tight to my waist."

After teasing him, she quickly pushed Suzuki Yusuke toward the elevator, saying, "Let's get some rest first, you've been too tired these past few days."

"You should at least let me bring my things along."

"Oh... I'll get it for you."

"Should we bring my dreams back later?"

"I think I'll pass. I'll wait until I turn back into Ai."

"Shouldn't you..."

"That's right, I have to squeeze you dry before I leave. Don't think about anyone else during the rest of the time."

"..."

"Oh right, you should have bought something earlier, right? It's that thing."

"Yes, I bought it."

"Hmph~~~ I knew it, someone really isn't honest."

...

The two chatted as they went upstairs, taking their purchases with them.

After entering the room.

Miyagawa Airi looked around with a sense of感慨 (gan3 kai3, deep emotion/reflection).

It's been a long time since she last came.

It feels like returning from a trip.

She was familiar with every detail of the room; almost nothing had changed.

This is... the feeling of home.

"Honey, I'm hungry, time for dinner."

Yusuke Suzuki put his things down, lay down on the sofa, and collapsed on the spot, touching his stomach.

Seeing his expression, Miyagawa Airi shook her head and chuckled, saying softly, "Okay, wait a moment, you should rest for a while, honey."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Half a minute later.

"The refrigerator is empty."

Airi Miyagawa returned to the living room expressionlessly.

But Yusuke Suzuki scooped her up in a flash and ran straight to the bedroom, saying, "You're my food! The food's warmed up now, let's eat!"

Chapter 790 Passion After Passion

Time is like water, years are like a shuttle.

Time flies by indescribably.

Yusuke Suzuki was really hungry at that moment.

Slightly draw back the curtains; night has already fallen.

The indescribable smell in the room was still strong, so he opened the window a little.

The fresh air is invigorating.

Tsk... Doing this kind of thing every day, it's just depraved!

How could you do this?

Does it feel great to let desire corrupt your spirit?

Okay...it's really great.

Yusuke Suzuki quickly snapped out of his saintly mode and walked back to the bedside, reaching out to tidy his wife's messy hair.

Her sweat-soaked hair clung to Miyagawa Airi's flushed face, and her misty eyes were incredibly alluring.

But we can't continue.

"What do you want to eat? I'll go out and buy it."

"I don't know... could we go out to eat together?"

"no problem."

Yusuke Suzuki didn't want to refuse, so he went to take a shower first, then drove around the restaurant to check things out. After confirming that there were no problems, he came back to pick up his wife.

After dinner, they skipped the walk and returned to the apartment.

Take a short rest for an hour or two, and wait for night to completely darken the sky.

"You're really amazing, you can buy clothes that fit so well."

Miyagawa Airi changed into her racing suit and took the opportunity to subtly criticize her lecherous husband.

Suzuki, the pervert who was being subtly insulted, didn't seem to mind at all and went along with the compliment, "It's just because you have such a great figure that everything you wear looks like it was custom-made."

This isn't exactly a compliment; it's the truth.

Racing suits aren't as alluring as leather jackets, but they offer a significantly higher level of safety.

Wearing this suit, you can drift for more than ten meters on the ground without getting a scratch.

and......

Yusuke Suzuki looked at his wife, who was dressed in her new clothes, and nodded in satisfaction.

Isn't her figure still shapely and graceful?

Her body curves are absolutely stunning.

This is the beauty of mathematics!

The clock struck 11 o'clock.

Two men in full black racing suits and helmets arrived at the underground parking lot.

Although it had been a long time since she had ridden one, Airi Miyagawa picked it up very quickly.

Yusuke Suzuki could clearly sense a change in his wife's demeanor, a change from the coldness they deliberately put on when playing games in bed.

It's time to support your wife's back.

Okay, I can't help him up.

If he were to ride, Miyagawa Airi could carry him.