Fujimasai: It's none other than you

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22.

I went home and had dinner, chatted with them for a while, and then went back to my room.

The room was cleaned as early as the day before yesterday, and the layout of the room was exactly the same as before, without any changes.

Lin Jingyi helped me carry the suitcase to the second floor, and then leaned against the door with the most "I" look on his face, and looked at me who was packing things with his arms crossed.

Lin Jingyi kept poking his lips, and asked me suspiciously, "What does your boyfriend look like? Do you have a picture? Is he handsome? Is he tall? Is he thin?"

He threw me a few questions in a row, and then leaned over to ask me curiously.

I sighed, put down the things in my hands, walked up to him calmly, and whispered a word, "Get lost."

After finishing speaking, I pushed him out, then closed the door and locked it.

The world is finally clean!

Lin Jingyi didn't bother me anymore, but went back to his room to play games in a peaceful manner.

I tidied up my things and took a shower before calling Fujimasai.

I sat on the bed with my back against the pillows, quietly waiting for the phone to get through.

"Hello..." A familiar voice came from over there.

I held the phone to my ear, "I'm already home now..."

"Just remembered to call me..."

Fujimasai's tone was a bit complaining, just like a grieving woman.

I suppressed a smile, "I'll call you when everything is settled..." I thought for a while, "What if you have something to do?"

Fujimasai's laughter came from the other end of the phone, "What can I be busy with? But I'm just busy thinking about you now..."

I clicked my tongue a few times, "Why do you talk in a different way?"

"Is there?" Fujimasai asked.

"Yes!" I answered his question of questioning myself very positively.

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

For a long time, I heard his hoarse voice lingering in my ears, saying to me:

"Maybe it's just for you."

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Love is not about talking, it is about falling.

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The weather in Japan is cold in December, and people on the streets wrap themselves up thickly. Tokyo is a bustling city, and people walking on the zebra crossing are crowded together, which is a bit spectacular.

Fujima Sai just stepped off the stage and took off his makeup.

Seeing him, Ichikawa Tuanko ran over and sat down on the floor, curiously asking, "When will your guy come back?"

Fujimasai glanced at him, thought for a while, and then said: "There are still five days."

Ichikawa Danko had a feeling of being shown off, she leaned back, and said with some disgust: "I really doubt you, whether the past half month has been like a year..."

Fujimasai sighed, put down the makeup remover in his hand, turned his head to look at Ichikawa Danko seriously, and said quietly, "I'm like a year."

Ichikawa Danko: "..." Is this guy bullying me for being single?How do I feel being shown?

Ichikawa Danko sat in a daze, still wondering if that was the case.

Fujimasai looked at his devastated expression, the corners of his mouth subconsciously raised slightly, with a grin.

Fujimasai tilted his head slightly, his eyes fell outside the window, and he saw the high-rise buildings in Tokyo at a glance. For some reason, he couldn't help being disappointed by such a prosperous and exciting style.

My heart is a little empty.

He thought, the girl who told him with the ticket that she would not go to his show but couldn't find the show place on the main road and called her crying was not by his side at the moment.

Spoiler: We are in perfect harmony

I was rubbing the flour, and suddenly felt my nails were slightly broken, and then I raised my hand and rushed to the sink.

Sure enough, as soon as the water cleared my hands, I saw that the nails on my index fingers were broken.

I sighed regretfully.

Fujimasai walked into the kitchen, hugged me from behind, and asked, "What's wrong?"

I raised my hand and showed him my nails, "It's broken..."

Fujimasai raised his hand and held my hand, looked at my nails carefully, and said seriously, "Honey, it's time for you to cut your nails..."

I said indignantly, "Ah! No way!"

"Why?" Fujimasai asked.

"Keep it looking good..." I said.

Fujimasai pursed his lips and stared at me quietly, "One of them is broken, let's cut all the nails..."

I turned my head and looked at him with pouted lips. He touched my head and said softly: "Be obedient, cut it off."

I nodded obediently, and reluctantly said, "Okay..."

Fujimasai came over and kissed me, "Go and wash your hands, I'll rub your face for you."

I obeyed and went to the bathroom outside to clean my hands. When I went to the kitchen again, Fujimasai had already rubbed the noodles into a lump, put them in a bowl, covered them with plastic wrap, and hung them on the table.

I pointed to the dough, "It seems to be fermenting..."

Fujimasai nodded, turned around and washed his hands, wiped his hands with a napkin, and said, "It's too long, we can't afford to wait."

I poked my head over and blinked at Fujimasai, "I want to eat steamed buns..."

Fujimasai nodded helplessly, rubbing my hair, "I see, I will accompany you to the supermarket tomorrow, okay?"

I nodded, and Fujimasai smiled knowingly, he knew that I was too lazy to leave the house, and would rather poison myself to death by cooking dark dishes than leave the house.

After eating, I washed the dishes and Fujimasai sat on the sofa to read a book.

I sat down and he gave me a nail clipper.

I stared blankly at him, and he looked at me with raised eyebrows.

The next second, before I could react, he pulled my body, and a force made me sit on his lap inexplicably.

He grasped my waist tightly, one hand supported my waist, and the other hand supported my palm, carefully looking at my nails.

"Nice hand shape!" Fujimasai pursed his lips and said.

"That's right! Doesn't it look good if you keep it?" I turned my head and looked at him.

He suddenly leaned over and breathed hot air at my neck, "But you keep grabbing me, it hurts..."

I turned my head back in an instant, not looking at him, then raised my hand, and said righteously: "Cut it!"

"Hahaha--"

Fujimasai laughed behind me, then passed his hand along my waist, raised my hand, and stuffed the overgrown nails into the nail clippers one by one, and the sound of "click" sounded.

I moved a few times in Fujimasai's arms and adjusted my sitting posture.

"Don't move around!" Fujimasai scolded, and then coaxed slowly, "It will cut the meat!"

Then I obediently sat on Fujimasai's lap throughout the whole process, in such an obedient way that I didn't dare to move.

After Fujimasai cut my nails, he raised my hand and looked at it as if admiring it.

After a while, I heard him say,

"Honey, let's have a baby." Fujimasai said with a greasy smile, "Both of us have pretty hands, and the baby's hands are probably pretty too..."

I turned my head to look at him, "You're dreaming!"

Fujimasai looked at me playfully, put his arms around my waist, "How can this be called a dream? You should have given birth to me."

Fujimasai gasped in my ear, and said softly, "Because you are my wife."

I blushed and stretched out my hand to push him, "Go away!"

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Fujimasai hugged my princess, and I was taken aback by his actions.

I looked up at him, "What are you doing!"

He looked at me slyly, and smiled at me, "Shall we make humans together?"

I moved around in his arms, but he hugged me even tighter.

Fujimasai retracted his arms, and there was a trace of passion in his voice, "Don't move around."

I looked at his eyes covered with mist, and I felt a little emotional in my heart, "Then you will be gentle later?"

"Okay." Fujimasai's words were concise and clear.