Tokyo: Am I the only male tenant?

In this case, perhaps only at this moment can I take off all the disguises and excuses and give myself completely to the boy in front of me.

My heart was beating loudly, and my originally dizzy head was now burning hot.

Even though we were in the hotel corridor where people could pass by at any time, I couldn't help but want to give myself to him. For a moment, I had the thought "nothing else matters"!

What happened? What on earth is going on?

Could this be the so-called magic of travel?

Ginjo's face continued to slowly approach.

Of course, Matsumoto Tomoko had no intention of refusing, but closed her eyes naturally.

The hot lips soon pressed against his, and the wife held Ginjo's back tightly with both hands, not wanting to let go for a moment.

The strong breath mixed with the scent of youthful sunshine kept brushing past the wife's ears.

She just felt numb and itchy, so she tilted her head back slightly and swayed gently from side to side.

The next second, Ginjo's hands were on her shoulders again.

But this time he twisted his wrist slightly, and his wife turned away understandingly.

Under the reflection of the moonlight, the entire glass curtain wall began to reveal two figures gradually coming together.

The wife squeezed the can in her hand uncontrollably, and the liquid inside instantly poured out...

"Sister Tomoko."

"Yes, it is!"

Matsumoto Tomoko couldn't help but shudder and turned around.

The enthusiasm that was so strong that it was frightening just now has now turned into a satisfied smile on Ginjo's face.

"It's getting late. We should probably go back."

He reached out his hand and gently stroked his wife's slightly sweaty and rosy face.

"makes sense."

Matsumoto Tomoko nodded softly, and the aftertaste lingering on the corner of her mouth made her lick it clean with her tongue.

Afterwards, the two of them walked back to the room together.

Perhaps because of the effect of dopamine, the wife felt that all the worries that had been lingering in her heart were relieved.

Sure enough, exercise can make people happy, no matter when and where...

She felt relieved, her body completely relaxed, and her eyelids became heavier and heavier at this time.

The sound of even breathing slowly began to sound, and the lady soon fell into a deep sleep.

In the pitch-black room, only Matsumoto Sachiko quietly opened her eyes...

The next day after returning to the apartment after the trip, Matsumoto Sachiko went out with her friends early in the morning.

Maybe she just wanted to avoid being alone with her wife, but maybe her wife was just overthinking it.

As an apartment manager and housewife, Tomoko Matsumoto has no such thing as a summer vacation like her daughter.

She still had a lot of work and housework to do...but——

"Ah~"

The wife lay on the table in the living room and sighed deeply.

She turned on the TV and watched the morning soap opera. Now, she could only escape reality by doing this kind of thing.

Normally, this kind of relaxing program can help her relieve stress, but today her mood still cannot be cheerful.

"Sachiko..."

Since returning from the trip, the awkwardness between the wife and Sachiko has continued.

Since the daughter did not seem to be particularly concerned and her words and actions remained the same as usual, this made the wife even more anxious.

Although she wasn't too depressed or upset thanks to Ginjo's guidance, she still seemed to have an indescribable feeling in her heart.

What should I do?

How is Sachiko feeling now?

"Wow! It's already so late!"

The wife was surprised when she accidentally glanced at the clock on the wall.

Just as she was worrying endlessly and escaping reality with soap operas, half of the morning had passed in the blink of an eye.

Oh wow! That’s bad, that’s bad.

I still have a lot of things to do!

There's laundry hanging, dishes not washed, floors not swept, and things in the apartment that need to be taken care of.

"I have to pull myself together."

After admonishing herself in this way, Matsumoto Tomoko stood up.

First up is the laundry.

The clothes she had taken to wash in the morning were already done, so she took them out of the washing machine and hung them out to dry.

Then, the wife folded and sorted the clean clothes yesterday and put them into her and Sachiko's rooms respectively.

She packed her own clothes first, and then her daughter's.

The wife stood in front of Sachiko's room and knocked on the door.

Even though she knew her daughter was not at home, she still habitually knocked on the door before entering the room.

Maybe some children, when they grow up, hate their parents entering their rooms without permission, but Sachiko is the type who doesn't care about that.

Not only that, she also said, "Mom can come in and clean at any time."

She seemed to value the benefit of having her mother clean her room more than maintaining her privacy.

This kid is really...

Tomoko Matsumoto entered the room and put her daughter's underwear and clothes into the closet as usual.

Just as she was thinking whether she should clean up the place, she looked around.

"Ok?"

She noticed something.

On the bookshelf on the desk, between the vertically arranged textbooks, there was something of obviously different size barely inserted.

"What exactly could it be?"

Matsumoto Tomoko walked over with doubts in her heart...

Chapter 339: The feeling of missing

Tomoko Matsumoto reached out and gently pulled the thing out from the bookshelf.

"Album?"

The wife murmured quietly.

She didn't remember having this style of photo album at home, and it seemed that her daughter must have bought it recently.

Photo albums shouldn't be as private as diaries, so it shouldn't be a big deal to take a look at them, right?

Although she was a little hesitant, she couldn't resist her strong curiosity, so Tomoko Matsumoto sat on the chair, picked up the photo album and started to look through it.

The previous contents were all old photos that she had seen before, which should have been transferred by Sachiko from her previous photo albums.

Those familiar scenes were like windows into time, taking her back to those long-gone days.

When she was a child, Sachiko liked to have a cute bun hairstyle. Whether she was participating in school activities or traveling with her mother, she always had a bright smile in the photos.

Looking at her daughter's growth trajectory, Tomoko Matsumoto's mouth corners unconsciously raised, and her eyes flashed with pride.

Then came her high school graduation, university entrance ceremony, and the recent trip to Okinawa...

Maybe few people do this now, but Matsumoto Sachiko still likes to print out important moments as photos and keep them.

It was also from the photos taken on the Okinawa beach that Tomoko Matsumoto discovered some differences from previous photos.

In the recent pages of photos, there is always a person in each one——

That was Ginjo Sousuke.

Whether it was a group photo of six people, a group photo with the Hoshino sisters and other young people, or a picture of just her and Ginjo.

In short, Yincheng's figure appears in every corner of these photos.

Even at the end of the album, there is a photo that I don’t know if it was taken secretly, in the sunset at the seaside, looking at the profile of Ginjo in the distance...

There is no professional equipment and the picture is not very clear, but just considering the beautiful scenery of the seaside and Ginjo's handsome face that is enough to make thousands of girls fall in love with him, this photo is not excessive even if it is used as the cover of a magazine.

Tomoko Matsumoto sighed deeply. As a woman, she certainly knew what this meant.

As expected, Sachiko also feels that way about Sosuke-kun.

The wife slowly closed the photo album and put it back where it belonged, and suddenly she felt a sense of loss.

Just when she was suffering from inexplicable heartache, she received a LINE message on her mobile phone.

The other party is Ginjo Sousuke.

【I will send you photos of my trip. 】

After clicking in, the phone album folder started updating, and many new photos were soon added.

Today is truly a day dominated by photos.

Tomoko Matsumoto couldn't help but mutter in her heart.

The photos were taken during the trip I just returned from.

The swimming pool, hot spring, electronic playground, restaurant, accommodation rooms, etc. ... The three of them left their footprints in every corner of the resort.

Maybe it’s because the photographer was Ginjo…there are obviously more photos of Matsumoto Tomoko.