Tokyo: Am I the only male tenant?

The mountains in the distance were shrouded in thin clouds and mist, appearing and disappearing, and the air was filled with the scent of soil and fresh grass.

The surface of the stream was sparkling. A few wild ducks were paddling leisurely, leaving long trails of water.

In this leisurely scene like a picture scroll, a young man and woman are chasing each other...

Chapter 210 My Wife's Summer Vacation Plan

"Hmm...ha..."

The sound of Lisa Shiraishi's panting caressed his ears, causing Sousuke Ginjo to ride faster.

"Eh? Wait...wait a minute, Sosuke...please...take a break for a while..."

Lisa Shiraishi's voice floated towards Ginjō from behind.

"You want me to stop so easily? I'm a college boy with plenty of energy. Come on, Lisa, catch up."

Lisa Shiraishi stepped on the pedals hard, and her breathing became more and more rapid compared to her agile movements.

"Ah...I really can't do it anymore...Let me take a break."

Lisa Shiraishi slowed down and stopped her bike, then found a piece of grass nearby and lay down.

The sweat-soaked T-shirt stuck to her body, revealing not only her body curves but also the traces of her underwear.

Although this was not Yincheng's original intention, he still got to feast his eyes in the end.

"It seems that Lisa still needs to improve her exercise amount."

Yincheng also parked the car aside, walked over and lay down beside her.

"Of course my physical strength can't compare to Sousuke's. You're amazing. You rode for such a long time without getting red in the face or out of breath."

Lisa Shiraishi's chest was still heaving violently.

"That's all thanks to Lisa. She's been soaking in the swimming pool a lot these past few months, so her physical strength has naturally improved."

Ginjo retrieved a bottle of sports drink from the mountain bike and pressed it against her forehead.

The cool feeling made Lisa Shiraishi close her eyes comfortably.

“This holiday is really nice.”

Ginjo put his hands behind his head and looked up at the blue sky.

"Hmm."

Lisa Shiraishi answered him in a soft voice, seeming that she was still recovering her strength.

The July breeze blows gently, making my sweaty body feel very comfortable.

The grass swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound.

"Sousuke, you..."

Shiraishi Lisa spoke, her soft voice sounding like she was talking to herself.

"You don't make grandiose statements or unrealistic promises, but your actions make people feel that you are trustworthy."

"I guess I'm a man of action. It's not my style to flatter girls with sweet words."

Ginjo Sousuke felt the scent of the grass, and his body seemed to be completely empty.

"That's the way you are that makes people most excited."

"You led us forward with your actions and finally won the championship."

"Now every night before I go to sleep I think of you cheering me on by the pool."

Shiraishi Lisa continued speaking as if mumbling to herself.

"That's not just my own achievement, but I'm also very proud of the result I achieved in the end."

Ginjō turned over and looked at Lisa Shiraishi beside him.

"Every time I feel like I can't hold on any longer, as soon as I see Sousuke, I feel the strength surge out of my body."

"What if you're not by my side when I need you?"

Lisa Shiraishi opened her eyes and asked thoughtfully.

"When you call for a hero, just shout out the hero's name. I will appear at the best time and help you solve the problem in the most stylish way."

Ginjo's face showed a smile as bright as the sun.

"Yeah, I believe you, Sousuke."

Shiraishi Lisa also turned over and looked towards Ginjō.

The moment their eyes met, a breeze blew by, and her silver hair lightly fell on her lips.

Ginjo stretched out his fingers, slowly pushed them apart, and then gently pressed his lips against them.

......

The two people were enjoying the peaceful summer time on the grass until orange and red gradually appeared on the horizon.

"It's getting late, let's go back."

Ginjo stood up and brushed off the grass debris on his body.

"Yeah, I feel like my whole body is relaxed."

Lisa Shiraishi raised her hands high, crossed her fingers, and stretched out her exquisite body.

The two rode side by side along the country road in the return direction, and only said goodbye reluctantly after returning to the city.

When Yincheng returned to the apartment, the afterglow of the sunset was about to fade away, and the aroma of food began to waft from every house.

He first went back to his room and took a quick shower to wash off the sweat on his body, then changed into dry clothes and came to Matsumoto Tomoko's door.

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door, and the person who opened the door today was Matsumoto Sachiko, who had just returned home yesterday.

"Good evening, Sousuke."

Her face was still filled with joy at the beginning of the vacation.

She also changed into cool home clothes, and the amplitude of her dancing should have removed the extra restraints.

"Good evening, Sachiko."

Ginjo followed her into the room.

"Sousuke, why are you always the last one? If you're late next time, we won't wait for you."

Chie Hoshino poked her head out from the sofa and said to him playfully.

"Okay, okay, I will arrive earlier next time and try to eat your dinner first."

Ginjō came and sat next to her, with Chiaki Hoshino sitting on the other side of her hand.

Aren't the two sisters sitting together? It's as if the middle seat is reserved for him.

"Eh? That won't do. You're the only one who can compete with me in appetite. I think you should be the last one next time. At least you can protect my dinner."

This is the only topic on which she becomes so serious. I really don’t know how she can eat so much with such a petite body.

But Yincheng suddenly remembered those female big eaters on TV shows, all of them were extremely slim.

Although Chie Hoshino is far inferior to them, it at least shows that a person's appetite and body shape are not necessarily proportional.

"Good evening, Sousuke. Did you just take a shower?"

Chie Hoshino's gentle voice is like the evening breeze, which always easily touches people's heartstrings.

"Well, I just went out for a bike ride and I sweated a lot, so I went to take a shower first."

Ginjo said as he scratched his half wet short hair.

"No wonder Sousuke is so strong."

Hoshino Chiaki spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, and she kept her head down almost the entire time, as if she didn't dare to look at Ginjō.

If it were her sister, she would have patted the muscles on her arms and screamed.

"Sousuke is back, now we can have dinner."

Tomoko Matsumoto came out of the kitchen, the apron she was wearing almost completely covering her tank top and shorts.

At first glance, it looked like there was nothing inside...

"Hmm, it smells so good, only the Sukiyaki pot made by my mom can have this smell!"

Matsumoto Sachiko walked over and hugged his wife, rubbing against her like a spoiled child.

It turns out that no matter how old you are, you will still act like a child in front of your mother.

"Really? You're still exactly the same as when you were little. You're so happy just by eating Sukiyaki."

Tomoko Matsumoto caressed her daughter's hair lovingly.

Several people on the sofa responded to the call and helped the wife bring the dishes to the table.

"I'll serve the hot pot, can I trouble you with the rice, Sousuke-kun?"

Matsumoto Tomoko spoke gently to Ginjō.

"No problem, leave it to me, Sister Tomoko."

Yincheng took the big bowl handed to him by his wife, then opened the rice cooker and inserted the rice spoon into the freshly cooked rice.

While serving the rice, the unique aroma of soy sauce wafted over from the hot pot, causing his tongue to naturally secrete a lot of saliva.

Although my wife’s cooking skills have always been impeccable, every dinner still manages to be a pleasant surprise.

After the bowls and chopsticks were placed in front of everyone, everyone sat around the dining table and put their hands together.

"I'm starting!"

Even though there was no appointment, the voices still overlapped.

Maybe it was an illusion, but Ginjo always felt that recently he, his wife, and the Hoshino sisters were starting to have similar postures, even the way they held chopsticks and even put their hands together.

It is not even clear who was influenced by whom. It seems that it has become like this naturally without anyone noticing.