Tokyo: Am I the only male tenant?

If Ginjo remembered correctly, he seemed to have heard Mochizuki Haruka say that Ito Rieko should be a housewife.

"Rieko has only recently started this new job. It seems she has already decided to leave her family."

When Mochizuki Haruka said this, his tone became low.

"Hmm? What happened?"

Ginjo Sousuke asked curiously.

"It's nothing, really. Maybe we weren't that suitable for each other at the beginning. It's inevitable that there will be friction over time."

"and..."

Mochizuki Haruka paused for a moment, as if she felt it was difficult to say the next words.

"And what?"

Ginjo Sousuke asked.

"Well, how should I put it? From what I heard from Liezi, it seems that their relationship has not been going smoothly, so they have been sleeping in separate rooms for a long time..."

Human joy cannot be shared. Here she is enjoying the endless happiness brought by Silver City, while her good friend is feeling deep pain because of the same thing.

After hearing what she said, Yincheng also remembered that this matter might have been foreshadowed.

He remembered that the uniform was prepared by Ito Rieko for herself, but it turned out to be completely useless and was accidentally picked up by Mochizuki Haruka.

Thanks to her, Sosuke Ginjo had a perfect JK night experience.

Since she is in trouble now, it is only natural for Ginjo to help her...

Chapter 469: Sleeping Exercises Before Bed

After Haruka Mochizuki and Sosuke Ginjo dated a few times, she was troubled by not knowing how to continue their relationship.

It just so happened that at that time Ito Rieko would often ask her to sit down after get off work, and after a few drinks, the two of them would naturally discuss this issue.

From time to time, Ito Rieko would use various foods to give her easy-to-understand instructions, such as how to hold a cucumber or how to make it easier to eat a hot dog.

Mochizuki Haruka blushed every time she listened to it, but she really remembered Ito Rieko's explanation firmly in her heart.

It was because of this that she was able to take the first step smoothly when she asked Ginjo to her home for the first date.

The yogurt that time was delicious, and Wangyueyao still remembers the taste.

So speaking solely of this matter, Ito Rieko, as her best friend, is undoubtedly Mochizuki Haruka's guide.

"I see. Miss Liezi is really hard-working. Let's go take care of her business."

Ginjo Sosuke had already been planning to get a haircut, and now that this opportunity had come, he might as well take advantage of it and do him a favor.

"Yeah, I also want to re-perm my hair. It's settled then. I'll contact Lijiang to make an appointment tomorrow."

After saying this, Mochizuki Haruka yawned loudly and rested his head on Ginjo's chest contentedly.

Less than half a minute later, the sound of even and slightly tired breathing rang in Ginjo's ears.

She must be exhausted, singing, dancing, and the intense exercise that requires changing postures back and forth.

Every time she is with Ginjo Sosuke, Mochizuki Haruka can completely relax herself. This strong sense of dependence can never be replaced by anyone.

Whether on the train or in a temporary hotel taking shelter from the rain, as long as she could snuggle up to Ginjo, she would fall asleep quickly and sleep soundly.

Ginjo Sousuke also closed his eyes silently, preparing to enter the quiet world where everyone was fast asleep.

But he didn't know whether it was because of his sense of mission or some other reason, but he always felt like someone was calling him and he couldn't fall asleep.

The breathing overlaps and the body temperature of each other rises when they are close to each other.

By chance, the little fingers touched each other and an electric current flashed through them instantly.

Because it was too hot, Ginjo Sosuke opened his eyes again instantly.

Tightly and forcefully, within a few seconds, Mochizuki Haruka's little finger was entangled with Ginjo again without her realizing it.

The temperature was so high that it seemed like it would burn his skin soon, and Ginjo Sousuke couldn't help but shrink his body.

This wonderful reaction that only occurs between two people is probably the warmth that "love" can bring.

After being warmed by Mochizuki Haruka's love and the two small fires pressed tightly together for a while, Ginjo Sosuke became more and more sober.

The lingering smell of alcohol wafted through the quiet room, and the windows were closed, making the air in the bedroom a little stuffy.

Ginjo Sousuke carefully pulled himself out, put on his clothes, then stood up on tiptoe and walked towards the closet.

He quietly pulled out a thin blanket, which he had used when he stayed here overnight before.

Maybe it's because the weather is getting hotter now, so the whole thing is stuffed into the closet.

Ginjo Sousuke squatted down gently and covered Mochizuki Haruka with a thin blanket.

After making sure she wouldn't catch a cold, Ginjo opened the window to ventilate the room.

The moment it was opened, the evening breeze from outside blew in.

The air washed by rain in the middle of the night made his throat, which was tired from talking too much, feel comfortable, and Ginjo Sosuke sat down by the window.

Looking at the bed, Wang Yueyao murmured softly and crawled into the thin quilt. Perhaps she felt the refreshing evening breeze even in her sleep.

It's a shame not to see her sleeping face.

Two o'clock in the morning.

Only the soles of his feet felt inexplicably hot, so Sosuke Ginjo simply lifted his feet and put them against the glass.

At such a late hour in the night, the women in the apartment should all be fast asleep, with Mochizuki Haruka also sleeping beside him, but Ginjo was the only one still awake.

This might be the aftereffect of the constant happy times. Once I wake up, I still feel inexplicably excited and no longer feel sleepy at all.

A strange feeling of emptiness, as if I was left alone.

At this moment, perhaps there is no one else awake in the world except yourself.

Just when this thought even occurred to Ginjo Sousuke's mind, he suddenly heard the sound of a window opening somewhere upstairs.

I haven't returned yet, so the only rooms on the third floor are those of the Hoshino sisters and Kana Kobayakawa.

Is there anyone else who is not asleep like him?

Chie Hoshino was obviously drunk, and Chiaki Hoshino also accepted his fingertip massage. After relaxing her whole body, she must have fallen asleep easily.

Then the only thing left should be——

Standing up like a tumbler, Ginjo Sousuke took out his cell phone from his pocket.

Although sending messages at this time might disturb the other party, he had a subtle sense of certainty in his heart.

The LINE message sent only had one sentence, "Are you still awake, Kana?"

Just a few seconds after he pressed the send button, Ginjo Sousuke's phone vibrated, not because of a reply but because of an incoming call.

The phone hung up after only one ring. He thought to himself, "As expected," and quietly walked out of the room and gently closed Mochizuki Haruka's door.

I climbed up the stairs in a few steps, and a beautiful figure in pajamas with a curvy figure suddenly came into view.

Standing on tiptoe with bare feet on the cold concrete floor, holding onto the corridor railing with both hands, the person Yincheng expected was there.

"Kana, you haven't slept yet."

Ginjo Sousuke walked forward with a smile and called her like that naturally.

"Isn't it the same for Sosuke?"

As soon as Kana Kobayakawa saw Ginjō, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

It might be dawn in less than three or four hours. What on earth are these neighbors next door doing?

Such a scene was inexplicably funny. Kana Kobayakawa raised her arms to cover her mouth, while Sousuke Ginjo opened his mouth wide without making any sound. The two of them laughed silently for a while.

"Is Miss Mochizuki okay? It seems like you were delayed for a long time at her place."

Kana Kobayakawa vaguely sensed something, but there was nothing unacceptable to her.

She knew that with her past, she had no right to ask for more from Yincheng.

It is already very satisfying that he can come and accompany me occasionally.

"Fortunately, she drank a little too much. I settled her down and watched her fall asleep before I left."

Of course, Yincheng did not tell her the details of how it was "settled".

"Sousuke is still so considerate."

Ginjo Sosuke's gentleness and attentiveness make every woman praise him, which is also an important reason why he can move among them so skillfully.

Perhaps because they were afraid of waking up the others, they lowered their voices to almost hoarse levels. The two of them talked to each other and pointed at each other.

Really, what on earth was he doing? But the excitement of the late night brought back a smile.

It has been like this for a long time. Every time she chatted with Ginjo, Kana Kobayakawa felt like she had let go of her worries and found that her tense emotions and body gradually relaxed.

The cool air in the middle of the night makes you feel comfortable all over.

"Is Sosuke happy today too? It feels like the apartment hasn't been this lively in a while."

Kobayakawa Kana asked while trying to hold back her laughter, and Ginjo Sousuke nodded instead of answering.

"Where's Kana? Are you too excited to sleep?"

"Ah."

With a sigh of relief, Kana Kobayakawa lifted her bangs, but even though she held her hair down with her hands, the night wind still messed it up.

From time to time, she glanced at Yincheng, and there was a strange light in her eyes.

"I originally said I wanted to go to bed early, but I ended up tossing and turning and couldn't fall asleep."

"I was just thinking about something about Sousuke in bed, and you sent me a message right away. I was really shocked. How did you know I was still awake?"

Kana Kobayakawa moved closer to him and asked curiously.

"I don't know why. I just feel this way."

I wonder if this is some kind of telepathy?

Sosuke Ginjo felt that the sound of opening the window just now was like a signal from Kana Kobayakawa calling him from afar.