The premise of breaking up in Tokyo

"Is that so?" Katsuhiko looked at Mikoto with a half-smile.

Mikoto's gaze drifted, her eyelids lowered, and she slowly sipped the milky-white crab meat into her lips.

She set her sights low and didn't have much ambition, probably because she was worried about encountering another unfaithful man and getting involved with Chika.

After all, she was only four years old. She had truly accepted her father, and then just a few days later, he was gone. This will undoubtedly cause severe trauma to her young mind.

However, since Mikoto was letting things go and Chinatsu had practically acquiesced, it seems that Mikoto also had expectations.

To be trusted with such a gamble is an achievement in itself.

"It's better if she takes it seriously. Let her take care of me in my old age," Katsuhiko said, patting Chinatsu's head. Then, he snatched the crab meat that Mikoto had just put into her lips with his chopsticks and put it in his own mouth. He continued, "I want it all. You can't escape either."

Mikoto's fingers trembled slightly, her eyes reddened, and she quickly buried her face in her rice bowl, shoveling rice into her mouth as she said, "If you give me too much, I'll be ungrateful."

"It's okay if you're not satisfied. Just have a fight with Sayuri, and I'll choose whoever wins."

"Pfft!!!" Rice grains exploded in Mikoto's bowl. She covered her face, jumped up, knocked over a chair, and ran into the bathroom with her bowl in her hand.

Chika blinked, then clapped her hands and laughed like a silly girl.

Katsuhiko lowered his head and said, "Call me Dad."

Chika immediately covered her mouth with her small hand, her eyes full of laughter, and remained silent.

Sheng Yan tempted, "If you call me 'Dad,' I'll take you to Disneyland."

Chika's bright eyes were full of excitement, but she covered her mouth and remained silent.

"After you finish eating, hurry back and check on Sayuri!" Mikoto came back after washing her face, put the empty bowl on the table, picked up her chair, and looked conflicted, aggrieved, and a little regretful. She continued, "I also gave her three days off and let her go on a date with her boyfriend."

I didn't want to compete or fight for anything, but now I'm starting to worry about being robbed.

"That's perfect. The four of us can go out together, and Sayuri can look after Chinatsu while we two enjoy some alone time." Katsuhiko slammed his hand on the table and continued, "It's decided then."

Mikoto was dumbfounded.

Katsuhiko's words, "He wants them all," stirred Mikoto's heart and filled her with anticipation.

Although I haven't known Katsuhiko for long, we've gotten to know each other well. He may be a womanizer, but he's very serious, responsible, and considerate in everything he does.

Katsuhiko held Chinatsu on his lap and said to Mikoto, "Let Chinatsu-chan call me Daddy."

Mikoto scooped rice into the bowl with a trembling spoon, saying, "Let her yell if she wants to. I... I don't care."

Chika still covered her mouth with her little hand, her eyes darting around with amusement.

Sheng Yan said, "She's shy, so you call out first and let her follow your example."

"Pervert..." Mikoto's hand trembled, and the spoon fell into the steamer. She raised her hand to cover her burning face. "Dinner's ready."

A hearty breakfast was enjoyed amidst Chika's laughter.

Mikoto was washing the dishes in the kitchen, while Katsuhiko sat on the fabric sofa in the living room, watching Chinatsu playing with her toys on the living room floor. Taking advantage of Chinatsu's immersion in her toy world, he quietly slipped past her, crept into the kitchen, and said goodbye to Mikoto.

Mikoto was busy with her back to the kitchen door. She had changed her clothes from the super sexy silk nightgown she wore last night to a more conservative off-white cotton nightgown, consisting of a top and pajama bottoms.

Although it was relatively loose, the apron tied around her waist was quite tight, making her waist-to-hip ratio very obvious. She didn't have much excess fat on her lower abdomen or waist, and her skin was very tender, soft, and smooth, making her look nothing like a woman who had given birth.

Sheng Yan put his arm around her waist from behind, gently rested his chin on her pink neck, and inhaled the scent of her shampoo.

"Mikoto-chan, your waist is so flexible! What brand of shampoo do you use?"

"Stop it, the child is outside..."

Mikoto shrugged her shoulders, wiped her hands on her apron, and lightly patted the restless hand on her waist. "Go find your little girlfriend!"

Katsuhiko nuzzled Mikoto's earlobe with his nose. "How can you be so understanding?"

"Forced by life's circumstances~"

Mikoto responded jokingly, then took Katsuhiko's hand, closed her eyes slightly, tilted her head back, turned her head, and gently rubbed her slightly flushed cheek against Katsuhiko's nose, whispering, "Actually, this is already very good, I'm very satisfied..."

Katsuhiko's nose traced the tip of her delicate cheek, finding her soft lips for a deep French kiss...

Mikoto's backward-turned head made it difficult for her to breathe. After a short while, her legs went weak and she gasped for breath. She hurriedly separated her legs, grabbed the sink with both hands, and gently nudged Katsuhiko's chest with her shoulder. Her face flushed, she looked down and said, "Please leave. I'm not a little girl anymore, I don't need to act like this..."

"That's how it'll be from now on." Katsuhiko lightly patted her bottom, turned and left, "Run~"

The kitchen was filled with the soft clatter of dishes and chopsticks, and Mikoto burst out laughing.

When Katsuhiko returned to the living room, Chinatsu spotted him and wanted to play with him.

Sheng Yan figured that playing with toys with her would go on forever, so he immediately turned on the TV to attract her attention.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the second day of the Golden Week holiday, the popular TV series "Under One Roof" was playing. Chika didn't like watching it, and Katsuhiko didn't like watching any romantic idol dramas either.

"You can watch some children's variety shows..." Mikoto poked her body out of the kitchen, then shrank back in, her voice carrying a "cunning" laugh, giving the impression that she had stamped her mark.

The family game that was on TV... Mikoto said she wasn't a little girl anymore and didn't mind anything, while secretly smiling and pleased.

Sheng Yan immediately switched the TV station to the variety channel.

Coincidentally, on the TV screen, there was a scene of Katsuhiko carrying Mikoto, their foreheads touching, charging forward, with the camera following them the whole way, while the other four couples became mere background figures.

The audience was also very enthusiastic, shouting and laughing heartily.

The host kept calling her "Mr. Takenaka" and "Mrs. Takenaka".

Chika clapped her little hands and jumped around.

Looking at it this way, it really does have a family feel... Those who participated in the filming can go to the production team to copy a recording, and they can play it anytime they want to attract Chika's attention.

While Chika was distracted by the program, Katsuhiko quietly slipped out the door.

The bicycle was found. Mikoto had already packed away yesterday's camping gear, and the two backpacks, each weighing over ten kilograms and filled with game cards, were reattached to the bicycle.

That's what tacit understanding is all about, or how thoughtful Misaka is.

Mikoto was looking out the kitchen window when Katsuhiko waved to her, got on his bicycle, and left through the door.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

At that time, communication methods varied: those without access to public telephones sent letters, those with some access used pagers, the wealthy used mobile phones, and the super-rich used cell phones.

So, Katsuhiko didn't return to the apartment all night, and Sayuri had no idea where he went.

Last night at 8 p.m., after Xiaobaihe locked the door and left work, she excitedly ran to Shengyan Apartment.

After all, they had just started dating and had just experienced the thrill of their relationship. The hormones and dopamine that had been building up for over twenty years, once released, were released like a volcano, going out of control and going crazy.

She was really into it, and she didn't care about anything else. As for what she would do if she saw Sheng Yan, she didn't know; she just wanted to see him.

Of course, it was a wasted trip; there was no response to the knocking.

After being turned away, Xiaobaihe had nowhere to release her pent-up emotions and started to overthink.

She intended to ask the apartment manager for a spare key and then wait in the room.

Before she even reached the administrator's office, a sudden wave of fear washed over her. She hesitated for a moment, not daring to ask for it, and finally returned to the door of Katsuhiko's room, sat on the floor, and hugged her knees while waiting.