Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

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Takamatsu breathed a sigh of relief, hugged his notebook, and bowed politely to express his gratitude, saying, "...Thank you."

The activity log is both the most important and the least important thing.

If you lose it, you can just replace it.

But if you lose it, you really have to replace it all over again.

It's super troublesome to fix.

Mingze Feng glanced at it a few more times.

Sure enough, the Chihaya Aine I saw in the venue just now must have been an illusion.

After all, Chihaya Aine's spoken English has improved significantly, so what did she ask when she came back?

Is it really possible for someone to go abroad to study with their parents' support, then escape London twice, improve their spoken English, and then return home simply because they no longer want to travel?

Chapter 70 The Scenery at Night

Mingze Feng immediately put the matter of the florist out of his mind.

Putting aside the fact that Narusawa Kaede wasn't interested, the fact remains that he was in the same class as Yamada Ryo. Developing a relationship with a classmate right under Yamada Ryo's nose?

Naruzawa Kaede felt it was unnecessary. She came to school to keep Yamada Ryo company, not to make Yamada Ryo angry.

But then again, I still have to go to Ichiji Hoshika's place.

After having dinner outside, Mingze Feng changed his strategy.

Since going out to meet with Hoshika while Yamada Ryo is awake would make the girl unable to sleep at night, why not just wait until she falls asleep?

Following this line of thought, after returning home, everyone rested. Naruzawa Kaede prepared a fruit platter in the kitchen, and with some milk, knocked on Yamada Ryo's door.

Let's get Yamada Ryo to sleep first.

Boom--boom--

"Wait--!"

Upon hearing such a sound coming from the room, Mingze Feng didn't wait and instead pushed the door open and went in.

As expected, the girl was changing into her pajamas. Halfway through changing, Yamada Ryomi Narusawa Kaede predictably pushed open the door and came in, her face flushed. She pulled up her pants and then quickly put on her clothes.

Mingze Feng ignored it.

I even helped her get dressed this morning.

As I placed the items on the table, I heard Yamada Ryo calling out from behind me.

"You don't even glance at me!"

Tsk, women.

Naruzawa Kaede turned to look at Yamada Ryo's simple long-sleeved pajamas, her gaze sweeping over the bra on the bed, pondering the girl's growth from last year to this year.

It seems to have gotten a bit bigger.

"You've grown quite a bit."

"Who told you that..."

"We've been to so many places this afternoon, how about we go to bed early?"

"...I'll be willing if you bring up your guitar and sing me a couple of songs."

Yamada Ryo avoided Narusawa Kaede's gaze, inwardly groaning that he shouldn't have said anything this morning, since he never locks the door.

Naruzawa Kaede's actions were as bold as ever, making Yamada Ryo feel a little uneasy.

Their relationship may have reached the point where they needed to cross that line long ago, but it was always interrupted for various reasons. As a result, even now, the most ambiguous period between them has passed, but they still haven't done those things.

Instead, they entered into the daily routine of bickering and getting to know each other as roommates much earlier than expected.

But because of this, even Yamada Ryo himself didn't know when to bring up that matter.

Perhaps I could just say, "Let's do it," but it always feels like something's missing.

Now, many things between them are left unsaid, and Yamada Ryo feels that he is not the only one with this kind of trouble.

Naruzawa Kaede should have one too.

Yamada Ryo's gaze swept over the fruit plate on the table, his mind wandering between various ideas, such as what to do or what not to do.

Mingze Feng's gaze had shifted from the clothes on the bed to the window of the room.

The window is open.

Naruzawa Kaede went to close the door, thus moving a little closer to the bedside. It was clear that Yamada Ryo had become much more nervous.

Under the bright moonlight, her bangs swept aside, and her golden eyes gleamed through the gaps in her hair. Her face was expressionless, but her fingers were clasped together in front of her lower abdomen, showing a deep sense of unease.

Mingze Feng said, "Then next time, I'll help you put on your pajamas?"

"Are you just trying to take advantage of me? No way, I... Anyway, apple, peel it. I want to eat it."

Yamada Ryo's face was still flushed when he spoke.

"Oh."

Mingze Feng picked up an apple and a fruit knife, then moved a small stool and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Yamada Ryo leaned against the headboard, watching the strips of fruit peel slowly droop down.

The room was quiet except for the sound of a fruit knife cutting through the fruit peel and flesh.

Mingze Feng looked at the fruit knife.

Yamada Ryo looked at Narusawa Kaede, and suddenly Narusawa Kaede's words echoed in her ears again. Maybe she should have just agreed. Wasn't that the same thought behind calling him to change his underwear this morning?

However, Mingze Feng wasn't in the mood for that in the morning.

The white moonlight before her suddenly took shape. It transformed into the white, smooth skin she had seen before, the one that stood before Eliza Shimizu.

Yamada Ryo pressed his hand to his chest in frustration, then became even more agitated. He scratched his head and moved his knees onto the bed, sitting up.

"He looked up and opened his mouth."

"Hmm? Ah...."

When Yamada Ryo saw Narusawa Kaede holding a small piece of apple, she opened her mouth until Narusawa Kaede put the apple in his mouth, then lowered her head again.

Yamada Ryo chewed his food while feeling annoyed.

But what's the use of worrying? Some people are exceptionally gifted, while others still need to develop.

"Open your mouth again."

"Huh? Ah—uh..."

Apple again.

"Let's try another one..."

"Eat or not?"

"what--"

Interrupted from her thoughts, Yamada Ryo reached out to pat Narusawa Kaede's waist, but missed, and she didn't mind.

She's only in her third year of junior high this year. Give her another five years, until she reaches that person's age.

But that would take several more years.

"Look up again."

"Oh."

This time it's grapes.

It has a nucleus.

Have a baby?

...Isn't that dangerous? It feels kind of scary. But then again, you're right, they're still young. There's nothing wrong with living like this. Let Mingze Feng do what he wants outside.

Let's talk about other people, sir.

It wouldn't be bad to find a godmother then.

Toyokawa Shoko does not acknowledge it.

"Spit it onto the paper..."

"Uh-huh."

Just get rid of it.

As Yamada Ryo nodded, Narusawa Kaede raised her hand and tapped her on the head.

She even wants to abort it; it seems like she's asking for trouble.

Naruzawa Kaede put the tissue aside and flipped through the random thoughts next to Yamada Ryo, feeling utterly speechless and unable to find any words to criticize.

How did she jump from the topic of having children to the issue of breasts, and then back to not having children and adopting a daughter?

Yamada Ryo covered her head, watching Narusawa Kaede tap her, before finally asking:

"Hmm... um... did you wash your hands?"

"Who do you think washed the apple?"

Naruzawa Kaede reached out and pinched her cheek, then sat down on the edge of the bed next to Yamada Ryo, munching on the remaining half of an apple.

The part that was fed to Yamada Ryo was a small piece that was cut off.

Yamada Ryo opened her mouth only slightly, seemingly a little reserved. So Narusawa Kaede could only cut the apple into small pieces.

She was clearly tired from walking earlier, and when she got to the street corner she was gulping down her food, but now she's acting all reserved like a young lady from a wealthy family. Although... Yamada Ryo really is a young lady from a wealthy family.

She must have had a great time this afternoon, right?

Ruffled Yamada Ryo's hair and asked, "How about handing out flyers tomorrow?"

"...Then I'll go print it at noon."

As Yamada Ryo spoke, his gaze fell on the apple in Narusawa Kaede's hand.

Naruzawa Kaede also noticed her actions, slowed down her chewing, and watched what Yamada Ryo was about to do.

three,

two,

Faster than expected, Yamada Ryo pounced. Her arm hooked around Narusawa Kaede's shoulder, her other hand grabbed his wrist, and her ultimate target was...

With a swift chop, Naruzawa Kaede lightly struck her back. Yamada Ryo collapsed to the ground, her breasts resting on her thighs, and both of them could feel a thin layer of fat beneath their skin.

What Yamada Ryo was thinking just now was actually not without reason.

Before Yamada Ryo could speak, Narusawa Kaede stuffed an apple into her mouth.

Yamada Ryo started munching on an apple, while Narusawa Kaede rubbed her head.

Looking down, you can see Yamada Ryo lying on your lap.

The pajamas were thin and clung to my back, making it seem like I could see the texture of my muscles.

After thinking it over carefully, Mingze Feng raised his arm and placed it on the girl's back, gently massaging down her shoulders and neck.

She spends a lot of time sleeping at her desk during class.

"Get up first, don't fall."

"It feels so good to be massaged, I don't want to get up..."

Yamada Ryo pressed his forehead against the bed, his mouth open, to keep himself from moaning out loud.

It's so comfortable! How can it be so comfortable?

Have you ever worked at a male escort club?