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Meiyue smiled, propped her chin up, and gestured for him to continue.

Han Chuan You picked up a filled cookie from the parfait and gestured, "Want to try the finger cookie challenge? Let me experience what it's like to be in love."

Mizuki glanced at the cookie:

"So that's what you were waiting for. I guess you just wanted to take advantage of me."

"It's normal between siblings; this is a good opportunity to test how deep our relationship is."

Han Chuanyou seized the opportunity and handed her the filled biscuit.

"Besides, I've spent the whole day shopping with you. Consider this a reward for myself. Please, Mizuki."

"The reward you're asking for is really outrageous." Han Chuan Mei Yue shook her head, her gaze lingering on the boy's face for a moment. "What if we end up kissing?"

"We've kissed before when we were kids, so this is the perfect ending since we're finally out shopping."

Mizuki stared at the boy in front of her for two seconds, her heart surging with emotion. For some reason, she still reached out and took the cookie.

"Just this once," she mumbled, biting one end of the biscuit. "If you dare touch my lips, I'll throw you off the ninth floor."

I love you to death.

Han Chuan You nodded quickly, leaned forward, and eagerly bit into the other end of the biscuit.

Chapter 38 New Neighbors

The two of them nibbled on the biscuits, crumbs falling one by one.

They got closer and closer, close enough to see the curve of each other's eyelashes and feel the temperature of each other's breath.

Mizuki's eyelashes trembled slightly, her ears were flushed, and her cheeks were rosy, making her look beautiful and charming.

Staring into those captivating eyes, Han Chuanyou's heart began to race uncontrollably, and he felt inexplicably nervous.

Only one small section remains.

Close at hand.

Mizuki's lips were slightly pursed, and the lip gloss on her lips shone with a warm luster under the natural light. Han Chuanyou's gaze involuntarily slid down a little.

Suddenly he seized an opportunity and cut a large distance forward, bringing the two of them very close.

Their noses touched, and the soft, slightly damp touch against their lips sent ripples through Han Chuanyou's heart, filling him with an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

They succeeded.

Mizuki was stunned for a moment.

She was eating perfectly fine, even preparing to bite off a piece, but then she suddenly pressed herself against him. This brat is really bold!

A snap.

She bit the biscuit hard, leaned back quickly, crossed her arms in front of her chest as if to defend herself against a pervert, and her voice was unusually flustered.

"What...what did I just say?"

"I don't know," Han Chuan You said innocently. "What happened just now? All I could see was my desire for the game!"

He smiled as he chewed the biscuit, swallowed it, licked his lips, and looked completely satisfied.

"Mmm, it's really sweet, it tastes like Mizuki."

Han Chuan Meiyue gritted her teeth and picked up the parfait on the table: "If you say another word, I'll dump this parfait on your head."

Han Chuan You quickly stopped talking: "Mizuki, calm down, I was wrong, please forgive me this time."

Han Chuan Meiyue glared at him fiercely with her beautiful eyes, stood up angrily, and the chair scraped against the floor with a short, piercing sound.

"Wait for me, I'm going to the restroom."

"Okay~" Han Chuanyou replied with a smile, watching her figure quickly pass through several tables of guests and disappear around the corner of the corridor.

In the restroom, in front of the makeup mirror, Han Chuan Meiyue looked at herself in the mirror.

With a full bust, a youthful face, and radiant charm, she was secretly pleased with herself, no wonder Xiao You couldn't help but feel proud.

But... they're really getting more and more outrageous.

I thought that under my authority, this guy would restrain himself, but it had no effect at all.

She reached out, turned on the tap, wet her fingertips, and gently patted her burning cheeks. The coolness seeped into her skin, but it couldn't extinguish the burning heat in her heart.

I closed my eyes, and that moment flashed through my mind again: the boy's eyelashes were so close, his breath brushed against my lips, and then there was that soft, warm touch...

My heartbeat gradually quickened.

When we were little, we played the bride game together and kissed each other, so this wasn't their first kiss.

But now, the little boy from back then has grown into a boy I can try to rely on, and the feeling is completely different.

Mizuki opened her eyes, looked at her reflection in the mirror, and slightly brought her legs together.

This guy...

……

On Sunday, Hanchuan You continued to enjoy his free time, becoming a shut-in.

Even Death needs a vacation; he couldn't stand being out causing trouble every day.

Having witnessed so much of the dark side of society in such a short time, I need to calm down and treat this as a form of psychological therapy.

Mizuki's attitude towards him didn't change much; yesterday's intimate contact was as if nothing had happened.

He didn't ask for too much; Meiyue had her own principles, and he was already quite satisfied with being able to take advantage of her from time to time.

"Eighty-five, eighty-six, eighty-seven, come on, it's coming, it's coming..."

"Hmmmm~"

Mizuki let out a weak moan and finally managed to get up. She rested her chin on Han Chuan You's shoulder, panting heavily, as if all her energy had been drained.

The air was filled with the pleasant fragrance of Meiyue. Han Chuanyou sat on her lap, enjoying the intimate moment when the two of them were snuggled together.

He smiled and patted her head, his tone teasing:

"I made eighty-eight in total. Although it's a bit of a step backward, it's still great!"

Mizuki raised her fist and precisely punched him in the ribs, her voice still panting: "Take over to the dark again."

She touched her aching back, feeling somewhat discouraged.

In the past, a hundred sit-ups were a piece of cake for her, but now she has regressed so much. It must be because she has been a tax thief for too long and only knows how to slack off in the office.

It seems we need to get that treadmill out of use again.

"I'll go get you some water."

Han Chuanyou got up and walked towards the refrigerator in the corner.

"Ding-dong-"

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Han Chuan You found it somewhat strange.

She and Meiyue depended on each other for survival, and usually no one came to visit them.

Were they NHK staff collecting signal reception fees? Or were they elderly women promoting some church?

Turning her head, she saw that Mizuki had already gone to open the door.

A gentle and melodious female voice came from outside the door.

"Hello~ I'm your new neighbor who moved in next door..."

Han Chuanyou swallowed the soda water in her mouth, feeling that the voice sounded somewhat familiar, and walked towards the entrance.

"Mizuki? Who's that?"

In the courtyard, Han Chuan Meiyue politely greeted the two people, one big and one small, holding a small gift bag in her hand.

Han Chuanyou arrived in the courtyard and immediately spotted the woman with a gentle demeanor and a voluptuous figure.

"Yuu, you're here." Mizuki turned around and smiled. "This is our new neighbor next door, Ms. Yukinoshita, and this is my younger brother, Yuu."

The woman, dressed in a well-fitting long dress, looked at the handsome young man and greeted him naturally.

"Hello, Hanchuan-kun, I am Yukinoshita Yuri. Please take care of me from now on."

"Oh ho ho, I'm Takahashi Haruna!"

Next to the woman, a round-faced girl wearing a plaid shirt and loose knee-length shorts raised her hand and greeted Han Chuan You energetically.

"Hello...you guys."

Upon seeing the person who arrived, Han Chuanyou was stunned and subconsciously lowered his voice.

According to island customs, after moving to a new house, it is necessary to give gifts to the surrounding neighbors to maintain good relations. These gifts are usually practical small items or snacks.

But the new neighbor in front of me... isn't she the woman I met at Kim Shin's office that night?

This is too much of a coincidence. There were only a few people around at the time, and everyone was thinking they were all going to die, so he didn't bother to hide his voice.

Logically speaking, the probability of strangers who have met once in a city meeting again is one in ten million, and the probability of them being able to speak to each other again is close to zero.

But just a few days later, they ran into each other again and became neighbors.

Hankawa Mitsuki looked at him in surprise.

"Xiaoyou, what's wrong with your throat?"

Yukinoshita Yuri's inner world was not as calm as she appeared on the surface.

The voice that came from inside the house just now was not like this. It was clear and clean, and it was very similar to the mysterious voice that gave me a sense of security that day.

She found it unbelievable too, and couldn't help but secretly observe the other person.

Aside from his exceptionally handsome appearance, he looks like just an ordinary young man.

How could it be that ruthless and decisive Tokyo Grim Reaper who has already left a deep mark on Tokyo's nighttime legends? Could it just be that the voice is similar and I'm mistaken?

Chapter 39 Han Chuan You's IV Massage

Han Chuanyou's thoughts were racing as he considered many things.

If Yukinoshita Yuri discovers her true identity, she will only have two choices.

One option is to actively keep the secret, and the other is to reveal one's identity to the outside world.

She currently has no reason to reveal her identity, so we can rest assured for now. In our brief contact, Han Chuanyou could tell that she didn't seem like the kind of person who would repay kindness with enmity, but we can't rule out other possibilities. One should always be wary of others.

Tsk, this is a bit troublesome.

He didn't lower his voice any further, his expression natural, and he smiled tentatively: "Why are you looking at me like that, Miss Yukinoshita? Where have we met before?"

Hearing his direct question, Yukinoshita Yuri subconsciously raised her eyes, met his gaze, and looked away.

This means...

In a corner out of sight, Han Chuan Mei Yue approached Han Chuan You and pinched his lower back with her fingers.

This guy can't resist pretty women and resorts to such a low-level way of flirting.

She maintained her smile, but secretly compared herself to the woman in front of her.

In terms of maturity, she is more mature than me, and has a kind of wifely charm that I don't have. As for why, it's because of her plump figure. It's obvious that she doesn't pay attention to exercise, but that gives her a unique domestic charm.

Of course, I'm not bad myself either.

In short, my advantage lies in my age.

It's rare.

I never imagined that one day I would be able to compete with someone based on age.

Upon hearing this, Yukinoshita Yuri suppressed the chaotic thoughts in her mind, brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and said with a smile, "Is that so? Perhaps I've seen you somewhere before."

Takahashi Hina tilted her head and looked at the two of them, feeling a little strange.

She tugged at Yukinoshita Yuri's hand: "Aunt Yukinoshita, I'm hungry, it's time to make dinner."

Han Chuan Mei Yue turned to the side and invited, "No rush, would you like to come to my house for a while? I'll get you some snacks."

"Is it okay?" Takahashi Haruna tiptoed, her cute round eyes instantly lighting up.

Yukinoshita Yuri raised her hand and tapped her on the head, saying irritably, "You get like this when it comes to food, you have no manners at all."