The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

Chapter 72: Xuezi, the moonlight is so beautiful (Part 2)

Yu Xian was leaning on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking content and content, as if he had been the man of the house for many years. The sound of the wind blowing outside the house, the low humming in the quiet night, and the sound of Xuezi taking a shower The sound is like a beautiful accompaniment.

This is ordinary life, simple and happy.

The only thing he has to do is to grow up well and slowly solve all the troubles. Life is not easy, and his biggest desire is to live a simple and worry-free life.

The clothes on the balcony were dry. Yu Xianzhisheng pulled down the clothes hanger and took Yukiko's clothes one by one into his arms and put them away. White underwear embroidered with bows, a lace bra with a somewhat scary size, stockings, silk stockings and cotton stockings. Socks, and the pajamas she used to change into.

He reached out and touched the clothes on these women, trying to recall the days before he came, the things Xuezi had done wearing these clothes, the songs he had listened to, and the people he had met.

It's so good, this feeling, as if everything about her belongs to you, including every trace on her body, every breath, and every expression that changes because of you.

He enjoyed this feeling, a selfish but joyful feeling.

Yukiko had already started taking a shower.

She didn't deceive Yu Xianzhi. Normally, women shouldn't take a shower during menstruation, but her body was sticky with rain and sweat, so she felt it would be uncomfortable if she didn't wash it off. In other words, she didn't want Yu Xian to see her unhappy self.

When did it change? My own mood?

Miyamoto Yukiko soaked her head under the water, closed her eyes and raised her head. The water splashed wantonly and joyfully on her beautiful body, along the green bridge-like collarbone, the rolling mountains and hills, and the high mountains. The flowers on the mountain swayed and fell together, and then passed the shortcut in the waves of Kanagawa, and the waves rolled and sank on the plump high-sky jade pillars, until they soaked through the red fruits dotted on the river bank below.

She enjoyed this feeling.

That feeling of being able to see your family when you step out of the bathroom. All ordinary objects become alive because of your connection with that person. Every time you touch them, the past becomes new, as if the memory has been washed away. .

The phone rang suddenly.

It's not Yukiko Miyamoto's cell phone, but a desk phone.

Yu Xian threw the phone back into his schoolbag, asked this guy to accompany his little fishing rod, and walked over to answer the phone.

The information age has not yet fully spread, and people always go to bed early. Logically speaking, no one should call at this time.

"Hello, this is the Miyamoto family." Yu Xianzhisheng picked up the phone.

"I'm Miyamoto Kiyoshi," said the woman on the other side of the phone.

Yukiko's mother, Miyamoto Kiyoshi.

Yu Xian was panicked for no reason, but he calmed down again in an instant.

"I am Yuxian Zhisheng."

"You are the child adopted by Yukiko."

This woman is indeed not as simple as she thought. She should be paying attention to every move here.

"Yes." Yuxian said naively.

"What is Yukiko doing?"

"Taking a shower."

"When she finishes washing, please help me tell her that I have arranged a blind date for her tomorrow at a cafe in the center of Ginza East Street. The man who came to meet her is very nice. He has returned from studying in France and has his own life in Tokyo. She is a family business owner. Although she is mediocre in appearance, she is about the same age as her. If such a good man misses it, he will have no chance."

"Also, don't forget to tell her that if she doesn't go, I will slit my wrists and beg to die in front of her like before."

Miyamoto Kiyoshi's tone was calm and joyless, as if he was giving an order.

After a moment of silence, he sighed softly, and Yu Xian whispered softly: "I won't let her go. If you want to die, please go ahead and die. She is not your Xuezi, she is my Xuezi." . It’s getting late, you should go to bed early.”

Yuxian Zhisheng hung up the phone,

And unplugged the phone cord.

"Who called?" Miyamoto Yukiko stuck out her steaming head.

"Tokyo Daily." Yu Xianzhisheng sat back on the sofa, "Ask us if we want to subscribe to the newspaper."

"What do you mean?"

“No need to subscribe, you can still watch the news on your mobile phone.”

"I think so too." Yukiko Miyamoto shrank back.

The sound of flushing sounded again. After a while, the sound of water stopped, and there was a whining sound in the bathroom.

The blowing sound also stopped, Miyamoto Yukiko walked out wrapped in a bath towel, her beautiful face flushed, the mist behind her emerged with her, and she seemed to be seeing the legendary snow maiden in the mountains.

"Come on, come into the house with me." Yuxian Zhisheng picked up his schoolbag.

"I always feel that you are closer to that schoolbag than me." Yukiko Miyamoto crossed her arms and trembled.

Yu Xian waited in silence and took the lead to walk upstairs.

He understands the temperament of women very well, and he must not continue to say this kind of thing. If he fails to do so, he will die hanging on his head.

They say this just because they want to say something, not to get an answer.

Any answer given by a man is wrong in front of a woman's cowardice.

Miyamoto Yukiko turned off the lights in the living room and followed him up to the second floor.

Yuxian looked back at her.

With the poor vision, her ravines were clearly visible, but he was not interested in the deep ravines. He liked her high and jumping ponytail, which was vivid.

At this time, her hair was loose, and her bangs slightly covered her forehead. She had a novel sense of beauty. She couldn't be said to be mature or young, but without the glamorous rouge smell, it gave people a sense of clear-eyed beauty.

Like a young girl who doesn't know the world.

If you look carefully, you can see a hint of tranquility and tranquility in her expression, which is cute and pitiful.

Now she looks like a sad woman nestling under the cherry blossom tree in her spring.

Yukiko's beauty is really joyful.

Yuxian ran to his small bedroom, threw his schoolbag in, then ran over and threw himself on Xuezi's big bed like a fish.

Miyamoto Kiyoshi's photo still stands beside the bed.

The woman in the photo stared at the two men silently.

Yu Xian turned the photo around, out of sight and out of mind.

Then he patted the pillow: "Xuezi, come on! Come on!"

Miyamoto Yukiko's little face was stained with a layer of red. She sat in front of the dressing table, pinching the edge of the bath towel with her fingers: "Well, I want to change into a pajama dress first."

Yu Xian naively covered his head with the quilt, and even his ears, but the sound of Xuezi changing clothes still came through the gaps between her fingertips, scratching like the tips of grass.

He found that his face was heating up, like a ball of fire.

"Are you ready?"

"Right away!" Yukiko Miyamoto shouted with a blush on the dressing chair.

"Okay!" After a while, Xuezi said.

Yu Xian's child stuck his head out and blinked.

Then I saw an incredible scene.

No way, she is actually wearing makeup?

Women who put on makeup before going to bed are incredible.

"Children, please help me apply powder." Miyamoto Yukiko suddenly said softly.

Yuxian Zhisheng walked down.

Xuezi's pajamas were low-collared, and her swan-like slender neck was exposed. Yu Xianzhisheng stood behind her, picked up the powder puff, dipped it in the powder, and applied it carefully, feeling calm.

From an elegant location, the majestic and beautiful scenery is within reach.

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