Tokyo: Am I the only male tenant?

What is most tempting and alluring is not being naked, but being vague, hazy, and half-hearted. That sense of mystery and haziness is the most deadly means.

Seeing that Matsumoto Tomoko was so shy that she almost buried her head in her chest, Ginjo hung the clothes back.

"I was just kidding, Tomoko-sister, don't take it seriously."

The wife blushed and nodded without saying anything else.

After walking around the store for a while longer, Matsumoto Tomoko gently tugged on Ginjo's sleeve.

"Sousuke-kun, go shopping somewhere else first, maybe men's clothing or electronics. You don't have to stay here with me all the time."

Ginjo looked at Matsumoto Tomoko's evasive eyes and seemed to understand something.

"Okay, Sister Tomoko."

Ginjo Sousuke nodded, turned and left.

......

"Does Sosuke-kun like this?... Is it too...at my age?"

After seeing Ginjō leave, Matsumoto Tomoko returned to the clothes rack where the boy had just stayed.

After hesitating for a while, she took the light black gauze and walked to the cashier...

Taking this opportunity, Ginjo was also walking around the mall preparing to buy a gift for Matsumoto Tomoko.

As for clothes, his wife has already bought a lot of them. Expensive bags and cosmetics are beyond the reach of a college student like him.

After considering for a long time, he chose two pillows in a home furnishing store.

The pillow on my wife's sofa seems to have been used for a long time and does not support my waist at all.

I often see my wife changing the position of the pillow she hugs. She must look very uncomfortable.

When Tomoko Matsumoto gave herself a massage before, she was also half-kneeling on the pillow.

In addition to massage, there seem to be many other postures that require pillows...

It's pretty useful when you think about it...

About half an hour later, the two met at the agreed location.

"Sister Tomoko, this is for you. Thank you for your care all the time."

Ginjo took out two large, soft pillows from the bag, his smile as bright as ever.

"Sousuke-kun, why are you still so polite? You don't need to buy me anything."

Although she said so, Matsumoto Tomoko still took the pillow, pressed it in her hand, and then held it behind her and gestured.

"It's very soft and the size is just right. Thank you, Sosuke-kun."

"The pillows at home are indeed a bit old, and I was planning to replace them with new ones. You are really considerate, kid."

Tomoko Matsumoto felt warm in her heart, even though it was just a pair of ordinary pillows, but no one had bought anything for her in many years.

Women's satisfaction is so strange. It does not lie in the value of things, but in someone caring about them.

Especially housewives like Tomoko Matsumoto who live alone and lead a monotonous life every day.

"Sister Tomoko, you must be tired after walking around for so long. Let's find a coffee shop and sit down."

"Yeah, I'll listen to you, Sousuke-kun."

Found a nice coffee shop in the corner of the mall.

The two of them sat down in the window seats and ordered two cups of coffee.

When the coffee and milk were served, Tomoko Matsumoto poured the milk into the coffee herself.

White whirlpools danced a waltz in the cup, and the faintly spreading fragrance entered the nose, exuding a rich and sweet taste.

As the two of them drank their coffee, Ginjo noticed that Matsumoto Tomoko seemed to be attracted by the people passing by the window.

She said this with a hint of emotion in her tone as she turned the coffee cup in her hand and looked out.

"These girls are so young. Their youthful energy is so dazzling. I feel like I am almost dazzled by them."

"I think if I were a man, I would definitely like a girl like that."

"Time flies by so fast when you get older. Before I knew it, I was becoming more and more like an old lady."

It turns out that Tomoko Matsumoto was lamenting about this, as if once over the age of 30, a woman's sensitivity to age will increase exponentially.

"Tomoko-sister doesn't look like an aunt at all."

"It's okay, Sousuke-kun, you don't have to force yourself to say such polite words."

"This is not a compliment. Sister Tomoko is very beautiful, gentle, and has a mature charm that young girls don't have."

Tomoko Matsumoto turned around and looked at Ginjo, her eyes full of gratitude.

"Thank you, Sosuke-kun. You are the only one who can say such happy words to me now."

Tomoko Matsumoto pushed the hair that fell on her cheeks back, and her gorgeous black long hair almost fell to the ground...

Chapter 27 Dinner with my wife

After leaving the coffee shop, Yincheng and his wife continued shopping in the mall for a while.

I have bought almost everything I needed, and it’s getting late. My hungry stomach is starting to protest.

"Sister Tomoko, let's eat outside today. I always trouble you to cook, but today I'll treat you."

"Hey, Sousuke-kun, is this okay? You work very hard part-time, so it's better to save the money."

"It's okay, Sister Tomoko. You have to indulge yourself occasionally."

In fact, through Matsumoto Tomoko, the system has already given itself a lot of rewards, so it is reasonable to give back to her.

Well, I don't know if this counts as the wool coming from the sheep...

Sosuke Ginjo finally chose a Chinese restaurant in the mall.

Although Matsumoto Tomoko is a good cook, Ginjo always misses the taste of his hometown due to the memories of his past life.

Peking duck, mapo tofu, dandan noodles, and fried dumplings, it seems that all Chinese restaurants in Japan serve these dishes.

Yincheng simply ordered all of them. It was not easy for him to come out once, so he might as well eat to his heart's content.

Tomoko Matsumoto has been cooking at home almost all the time for many years, so she is very interested in these exotic foods.

"Wow... this duck is so delicious..."

"The tofu is so spicy... What's this numbing feeling? Eh? Is this Sichuan pepper?"

"The meat filling of this fried dumpling is so tender...I need to check what the ingredients are when I get home."

The lovely beautiful chef never forgets to improve her cooking skills even when she is eating.

The portions at Neon’s meal were small, and although they ordered quite a few dishes, the two of them still managed to finish them all.

Taste? I can only say it's not very good. It's all Japanese-Chinese cuisine that has been modified to suit the tastes of local people.

It can't be compared with the authentic Chinese restaurants in Chinatown, but it's better than nothing.

"Huh... I'm so full... It seems like it's really good to go out for a meal once in a while..."

"It's just that Sosuke-kun spent a lot of money..."

Tomoko Matsumoto's white and tender hands rested gently on her slightly bulging belly, and her gentle look was endearing.

"You don't have to be so polite, Sister Tomoko."

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

"Yeah, okay, Sousuke-kun."

It was late in the evening, and a bright moon hung high above the dark curtain.

A cloud happened to pass by, and the moonlight dimmed temporarily, as if a shy girl covering her holy face with her delicate hands.

A breeze blew, and Tomoko Matsumoto's scattered hair fluttered with it. A ray of moonlight passed through the gap in the clouds and shone on the wife's face.

The warm, delicate and tender face of the mature young woman was reflected with a faint white light.

The charm of a mature woman is like the evening breeze, blowing by inadvertently, spreading inadvertently, and intoxicating people inadvertently.

"I came back with a lot of stuff today. It's been a long time since I had such a great shopping experience."

Matsumoto Tomoko looked at her and Ginjo's hands, both of which were full of bags, and her words were full of satisfaction.

"It looks like we'll have to tighten our belts in the coming months."

Matsumoto Tomoko said with some self-mockery.

"Then it seems that I have to eat less in the future, so as not to exceed Sister Tomoko's food expenses, haha."

"Sousuke-kun... you really are..."

Matsumoto Tomoko also laughed at Ginjo's words.

There were straight street lamps standing on both sides of the road. Under the dim light, two people were walking side by side.

The shadows behind the two people gradually lengthened and slowly merged together.

Back at the apartment, Ginjo helped move today's spoils to Matsumoto Tomoko's room.

"Um...Sousuke-kun...wait a minute before leaving...would you like something to drink?"

Ginjo understood what she meant and sat down casually on the sofa.

"Then take a can of Coke."

"Okay, wait for me."

There were no drinks at home before, but she heard that young people liked them, so Tomoko Matsumoto specially prepared some.

Taking advantage of this break, Yincheng took out the new pillow he bought today and placed it on the sofa. He leaned on it to try it out and found it felt just right.

After getting the drink, Tomoko Matsumoto carefully picked one out from a pile of shopping bags and quietly returned to the bedroom.

Bang...the sound of a can opening was heard.

I took a big sip of ice-cold cola, and the impact of the carbonation went straight to my brain.