Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

The two of them nibbled on the biscuits, crumbs falling one by one.

They got closer and closer, close enough to see the curve of each other's eyelashes and feel the temperature of each other's breath.

Mizuki's eyelashes trembled slightly, her ears were flushed, and her cheeks were rosy, making her look beautiful and charming.

Staring into those captivating eyes, Han Chuanyou's heart began to race uncontrollably, and he felt inexplicably nervous.

Only one small section remains.

Close at hand.

Mizuki's lips were slightly pursed, and the lip gloss on her lips shone with a warm luster under the natural light. Han Chuanyou's gaze involuntarily slid down a little.

Suddenly he seized an opportunity and cut a large distance forward, bringing the two of them very close.

Their noses touched, and the soft, slightly damp touch against their lips sent ripples through Han Chuanyou's heart, filling him with an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

They succeeded.

Mizuki was stunned for a moment.

She was eating perfectly fine, even preparing to bite off a piece, but then she pressed herself against him. This brat is really bold.

A snap.

She bit the biscuit hard, leaned back quickly, crossed her arms in front of her chest as if to defend herself against a pervert, and her voice was unusually flustered.

"What...what did I just say?"

"I don't know," Han Chuan You said innocently. "What just happened? All I could see was my desire for the game!"

He chewed the biscuit with a smile, swallowed it, licked his lips, and looked completely satisfied.

"Hmm, it's really sweet, it tastes like Mizuki."

Han Chuan Meiyue gritted her teeth and picked up the parfait on the table: "If you say another word, I'll dump this parfait on your head."

Han Chuan You quickly stopped talking: "Mizuki, calm down, I was wrong, please forgive me this time."

Han Chuan Meiyue glared at him fiercely with her beautiful eyes, stood up angrily, and the chair scraped against the floor with a short, piercing sound.

"Just you wait, I'm going to the restroom."

"Okay~" Han Chuanyou replied with a smile, watching her figure quickly pass through several tables of guests and disappear around the corner of the corridor.

In the restroom, in front of the makeup mirror, Han Chuan Meiyue looked at herself in the mirror.

With a full bust, a youthful face, and radiant charm, she was secretly pleased with herself, no wonder Xiao You couldn't help but feel proud.

But... they're really getting more and more outrageous.

I thought that under my authority, this guy would restrain himself, but it had no effect at all.

She reached out, turned on the tap, wet her fingertips, and gently patted her burning cheeks. The coolness seeped into her skin, but it couldn't extinguish the burning heat in her heart.

I closed my eyes, and that moment flashed through my mind again: the boy's eyelashes were so close, his breath brushed against my lips, and then there was that soft, warm touch...

My heartbeat gradually quickened.

When we were little, we played the bride game together and kissed each other, so this wasn't their first kiss.

But now, the little boy from back then has grown into a boy I can try to rely on, and the feeling is completely different.

Mizuki opened her eyes, looked at her reflection in the mirror, and slightly brought her legs together.

This guy...

……

On Sunday, Hanchuan You continued to enjoy his free time, becoming a shut-in.

Even Death needs a vacation; he couldn't stand being out causing trouble every day.

Having witnessed so much of the dark side of society in such a short time, I need to calm down and treat it as a form of psychological therapy.

Mizuki's attitude towards him didn't change much; yesterday's intimate contact was as if nothing had happened.

He didn't ask for too much; Meiyue had her own principles, and he was already quite satisfied with being able to take advantage of her from time to time.

"Eighty-five, eighty-six, eighty-seven, come on, it's coming, it's coming..."

"Hmm~"

Mizuki let out a weak moan and finally managed to get up. She rested her chin on Han Chuan You's shoulder, panting heavily, as if all her energy had been drained.

The air was filled with the pleasant fragrance of Meiyue. Han Chuanyou sat on her lap, enjoying the intimate moment when the two of them were snuggled together.

He smiled and patted her head, his tone teasing:

"I made eighty-eight in total. Although it's a bit of a regression, it's still great!"

Mizuki raised her fist and precisely punched him in the ribs, her voice still panting: "Take the dark route again."

She touched her aching back, feeling somewhat discouraged.

In the past, a hundred sit-ups were a piece of cake for her, but now she has regressed so much. It must be because she has been a tax thief for too long and only knows how to slack off in the office.

It seems we need to get that treadmill out of use again.

"I'll go get you some water."

Han Chuanyou got up and walked towards the refrigerator in the corner.

"Ding-dong—"

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Han Chuan You found it somewhat strange.

She and Meiyue depended on each other for survival, and usually no one came to visit them.

Were they NHK staff collecting signal reception fees? Or were they elderly women promoting some church?

Turning her head, she saw that Mizuki had already gone to open the door.

A gentle and melodious female voice came from outside the door.

"Hello~ I'm your new neighbor who moved in next door..."

Han Chuanyou swallowed the soda water in her mouth, feeling that the voice sounded somewhat familiar, and walked towards the entrance.

"Mizuki? Who's that?"

In the courtyard, Han Chuan Meiyue politely greeted the two people, one big and one small, holding a small gift bag in her hand.

Han Chuanyou arrived in the courtyard and immediately spotted the woman with a gentle demeanor and a voluptuous figure.

"Yuu, you're here." Mizuki turned around and smiled. "This is our new neighbor next door, Ms. Yukinoshita, and this is my younger brother, Yuu."

The woman, dressed in a well-fitting long dress, looked at the handsome young man and greeted him naturally.

"Hello, Hanchuan-kun, I am Yukinoshita Yuri. Please take care of me from now on."

"Oh ho ho, I'm Takahashi Haruna!"

Next to the woman, a round-faced girl wearing a plaid shirt and loose knee-length shorts raised her hand and greeted Han Chuan You energetically.

"Hello...you guys."

Han Chuanyou responded in a low voice.

According to island customs, after moving to a new house, it is necessary to give gifts to the surrounding neighbors to maintain good relations. These gifts are usually practical small items or snacks.

But the new neighbor in front of me... isn't she the woman I met at Kim Shin's office that night?

This is too much of a coincidence. When I was causing trouble, there were probably only two people who had actually heard my normal voice. But on that day, when I went to Kim Shin's office, there were only a few people there, so I didn't bother to hide my voice.

Logically speaking, the probability of strangers who have met once in a city meeting again is one in ten million, and the probability of them being able to speak to each other again is close to zero.

But just a few days later, they ran into each other again and became neighbors.

Hankawa Mitsuki looked at him in surprise.

"Xiaoyou, what's wrong with your throat?"

Yukinoshita Yuri's heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

The sound coming from inside the house just now was not like this; it was clear and clean, gradually overlapping with the figure of that mysterious person who made me feel safe that day.

She found it unbelievable too, and couldn't help but secretly observe the other person.

Aside from his exceptionally handsome appearance, he looks like just an ordinary young man.

How could it be that ruthless and decisive Tokyo Grim Reaper who has already left a deep mark on Tokyo's nighttime legends? Could it just be that the voice is similar and I'm mistaken?