Am I being simulated by their love affair?

Although I can understand Tomatsu's thoughts, just ten minutes ago I was watching groups of couples on dates outside the movie theater, and now I'm in a suite watching a young girl talking nonsense...

This Christmas experience is hard to describe as either wonderful or strange.

Thinking this, Jun Matsue lowered his head, raised his hand to lovingly stroke his lover's black hair, and plucked the white rose swaying on her head.

This must not get dirty.

Chapter 828 It's all their fault, they were too dazzling and brilliant

At 4:30 p.m., Tomatsu Yuka walked out of the couples' hotel arm in arm with the boy—her face beaming with a refreshed smile.

"Are you satisfied now?"

"Mmm~~" The girl nodded and leaned happily against the shoulder of the person next to her.

"But Tsun-kun is even more formidable than I thought—I didn't know you could be this rough!"

"..." Jun Matsue looked at the traffic on the street in front of him.

"But time is of the essence."

The two spent fifty minutes in the hotel, forty minutes of which were spent fulfilling the girl's wishes, and ten minutes on getting ready and washing up...

Although time was indeed tight, Tomatsu Yuka felt she had a great time, and she happily hugged her boyfriend's arm.

Those were those strong arms just now… The girl walking down the street squeezed her legs together.

"But did Tsunkun enjoy himself?" Tomatsu Tomoka suddenly remembered this question, looking at the person next to her with some concern and glancing downwards.

Jun Matsue blinked again—it was rather strange to talk about this kind of thing with Tomatsu on a busy street.

However, he nodded nonetheless, his gaze shifting from the girl's inquiring eyes to a satisfied smile.

"That's good~" Tomatsu Yuka looked at the necklace hanging around the boy's neck, her smile particularly sweet.

Although I know that two times definitely won't satisfy Tsun-kun, it's good to let him enjoy himself for once—consider it a treat for the others tonight...

The two happened to reach the main intersection in front of the station, and the girl shook the arm in her arms.

"Shall we stick to our old plan and go to Roppongi to see the lighting ceremony?"

“I’m fine.” Jun Matsueda looked at her legs beneath her pure white dress. “But can Yuka still walk?”

He usually lets the girl rest for a while to savor the afterglow.

"It's okay~" Tomatsu Yuka laughed, "My stamina isn't that weak."

"Actually, this is no different from ice skating; it's all about training—the more I do it, the stronger I'll become!"

"..." Jun Matsue was speechless.

Tomatsu seemed well aware of how pure and charming she looked today—which was why she liked to say these contrasting words to stir his heartstrings.

The boy glanced at the sky above him—the sun, at 4:30, had already set, painting the sky with a twilight tinged with its afterglow.

"It's going to get colder..." He and the girl walked into the station together.

"Remember to hold my hand tightly."

The journey of two stops only takes a few minutes. When the young man and woman walked out of Roppongi Station hand in hand, the sky above the buildings was already dark—like a cat lurking on the street, the last rays of winter's afterglow are always fleeting.

“4:43…” Tomatsu Yuka took out her phone and glanced at it.

"We have plenty of time—we're right off Roppongi Hills when we exit the station, and Keyakizaka, where the lights are on, is right next to it."

Jun Matsueda nodded. "So it's Keyakizaka."

The girl glanced at him. "Judging from Jun-kun's tone, have you already been there?"

"No." The boy led her onto the pedestrian bridge outside the station building—Roppongi Hills shopping mall was right across the street.

“Isn’t Keyakizaka quite famous? — that idol group Keyakizaka46.”

Although he heard it from Kurusu.

"Oh, I see..." Tomatsu Yuka breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought you had come here with someone else."

There's one downside to a young girl's love life—she worries that the dates she meticulously plans will already be the same ones Tsun-kun has already experienced with others.

Matsueda Jun smiled and said, "Don't worry, Yuhana. If I had really been here with anyone, I would definitely act like a complete stranger right now."

Tomatsu Yuka rolled her eyes at him—after each time she finished with a boy, her subtle emotions would become more apparent in her words and actions.

The two crossed the pedestrian bridge, and the 54-story Roppongi Hills came into view—the lights of the high-rise were not conspicuous in the deepening night, but the shorter commercial complexes around the bridge were particularly bright in the neon lights.

Isn't it beautiful?

The girl smiled and spoke, stopping to lean against the overpass railing and pointing to the surrounding streets.

"But look, none of the decorations on the street or the colored lights on the trees are on!"

"Hmm?" Jun Matsue leaned against the railing next to her.

"At 5 o'clock sharp, all the nearby landscape lights will light up at the same time—that moment will be absolutely stunning!"

The boy glanced at the blurry trails of car headlights under the overpass and said, "I'm kind of looking forward to it."

"Just a little?" Tomatsu Yuka leaned her little face closer.

"I was just 'somewhat looking forward to' at first, but the thought of watching it with Yuka has made me 'very excited'."

The girl, satisfied, took his hand and continued forward.

Several shopping malls in Roppongi Hills form a plaza—a modern-style circulation design connects the plaza platforms, and the two people who crossed the skybridge are on the third floor.

"There's a Christmas market here too!" Tomatsu Tomohana tugged at the hand she was holding. "And mulled wine!"

Matsueda Jun looked at the Christmas market outside the mall entrance, and just as Tomatsu had said—except for the rooftops turning into small huts and the added aroma of Western snacks, these Christmas markets were not much different.

"Would you like something to eat?" But the boy still took out his wallet.

His stance always depended on the girl standing beside him—since Tomatsu wanted to experience the atmosphere, visiting the market was the most enjoyable thing to do.

"Snacks are out of the question," Tomatsu Tomoka said cutely, holding up one finger. "How about we try a cup of mulled wine instead?"

A few minutes later, Jun Matsue walked through the glowing mistletoe archway outside the market—holding a cup of mulled wine in his hand, and before him stood a pure white Christmas tree glowing in the center of the square.

"Actually, I meant one cup each~" the girl said with a smile, linking her arm with his.

"One glass is enough for the two of us," the boy said calmly as he brought the mulled wine to her lips.

"I'm afraid I'll get drunk if I drink too much."

"Tsun-kun is only weak in this area~"

Tomatsu Yuka glanced at him teasingly, then took a small sip from the rim of her cup.

"Mmm!" she exclaimed in surprise, winked at the boy who was staring at her, and took two more sips.

"It feels pretty good," the girl said, looking up.

"The taste of alcohol isn't very strong." She took the glass and swirled it.

"It's mainly berry flavor, sweet and sour, a bit like hawthorn, with a hint of spice."

“Then I’ll give it a try.” Jun Matsueda lowered his head with relief.

He was feeding the girl just now, now the girl is feeding him—

Tomatsu Yuka had one hand on her boyfriend's waist and her soft chest pressed against his arm. She held a wine glass in the other hand and watched him sip his drink with expectant and focused eyes.

The Christmas tree, adorned with pure white ribbons of light, illuminated the two figures, drawing the attention of passersby.

There may be hundreds or even thousands of couples at Roppongi Hills tonight, but they are undoubtedly the most romantic and beautiful pair.

"...The taste is indeed quite good." Jun Matsueda swallowed the warm, sweet and sour wine in his mouth and nodded slightly.

"Right~" the girl's voice rose cheerfully at the end, and she took another sip.

"I'll take the mulled wine—I want to drink more!"

The boy smiled and led her to the overpass on the other side of the square.

"If Yuhua likes it so much, I'll learn to make it after I move."

"It's not that I like drinking it—" Tomatsu Yuka's expression was exceptionally innocent.

"I used my mouth on Jun-kun before... and I was a little rushed when I was washing up afterwards, so I was afraid there was still a smell."

The girl stuck out her tongue—perhaps because of the mulled wine, her tongue looked exceptionally smooth and sweet.

"I'm having dinner with my mom tonight, and it wouldn't be good if she found out, right?"

"..." Jun Matsue exhaled towards the crowd in front of him.

"If Yuka keeps acting like this, I won't be able to bear letting you go."

Tomatsu Yuka blinked, her smiling face transforming into a gentle and innocent one.

The pedestrian bridge spanning Keyakizaka Avenue was right in front of them. Young men and women followed the flow of people up the steps and stopped in the middle of the bridge.

Tomatsu Yuka leaned against the railing, raised her glass of red wine, and took a sip.

"Let's take this spot; the view is great."

Jun Matsue leaned close to her, reaching out to put his arm around his girlfriend's back, shielding her from the crowd behind them.

"You can see Tokyo Tower..."

The night sky before me was a deep, almost black blue, squeezed into a narrow expanse by the buildings on both sides—the Tokyo Tower, shining with a golden-red light, stood out against this backdrop, like a hairpin piercing through the blackness.

"Five minutes left~"

The boy turned his head, and Tomatsu Tomohana, who was holding a glass of mulled wine, smiled at him.

Without saying a word, the two looked down in unison—the dark gray road was illuminated by the headlights of passing cars, and the beech trees on both sides had long since lost their leaves, their dense, dark branches encroaching on the space above the road.

"It looks quite ordinary." Jun Matsue looked closely but didn't notice the LED strips wrapped around the shadows of the trees.

Will the lights come on in five minutes?

"Hmm~" A faint, intoxicating pink blush appeared on the girl's face.

"It's precisely because it looks ordinary now that it will look amazing when the lights come on later."

"The beauty of contrast." The boy smiled and took the mulled wine from his girlfriend's hand.

"I don't think Yuka can hold her liquor very well."

Tomatsu Tomohana nodded honestly, "After all, I haven't drunk much alcohol."

“It won’t taste good when it’s cold.” Jun Matsue took a sip. “I’ll share some with you.”

"Okay~" The girl's voice, filled with laughter and the scent of alcohol, was carried away by the wind.

The young couple leaned against the overpass railing, huddled together, and shared a glass of red wine, breathing in each other's warmth.

Surrounded by gleaming shopping malls and towering buildings, with the lights of luxury cars constantly flashing by below, the young men and women seemed oblivious, casually chatting over drinks about everything from school lunches to today's movie, and even a few stubborn, withered leaves clinging to the beech trees by the roadside.

At their age, they don't need to care about these extravagant and decadent things; they can simply enjoy this most carefree moment of their youth.

Whether it was the overwhelming popularity of Roppongi or the exceptionally warming mulled wine, the night breeze sweeping across the overpass didn't seem so cold anymore.

A faint singing voice drifted over from the noise on the wind—it seemed someone was singing "Happy End" on the sidewalk below. Tomatsu Yuka frowned imperceptibly.

"This song is really popular; its popularity is only increasing as Christmas approaches..."

Her subtle expression hidden in the darkness did not escape her boyfriend's notice, and Jun Matsue pressed his glass towards the girl's lips.

"No one will sing when the lights are on, everyone will be busy taking pictures."

Tomatsu Yuka smiled and turned to look behind her. The number of people holding up their phones on the overpass had increased considerably.

Fortunately, the Japanese are very sensitive to social distancing, so no one stood too close to the couple by the railing. The girl turned around, took the clear plastic cup from her boyfriend's hand, and drank the last sip of her drink.

Jun Matsue put the cup down at his feet for a moment, and when he looked up, his girlfriend laughed and snuggled into his arms.

Tomatsu Yuka put her phone in her pocket. "One minute left!"

She had no intention of recording the moment the lamp was lit—because Tsun-kun had a very good memory, and even if it was just a fleeting moment, he would never forget the touching moment that belonged only to the two of them.

The girl didn't say anything more, but just nestled in her boyfriend's arms and waited silently.

Perhaps because the lighting time wasn't precise, the crowd on the bridge didn't count down.

And so it went, quietly, quietly, the traffic still bustling, the night breeze still blowing—the golden-red Tokyo Tower still standing in the distance, time seemed to slow down all of a sudden.