wife, love her

Taking off his shoes, he huddled into a ball and leaned against the sofa with a pillow in his arms, pouring spoonfuls of sweet but not greasy ice cream into his mouth.But his gaze was indeed that of Tsunayoshi Sawada who was secretly looking at the desk over there who was seriously processing documents.His fair cheeks became flushed.

Well, with a small iron spoon in his mouth, Murakami Shiro's purple-blue eyes shone with appreciation.Now she has to admit that Tsunayoshi Sawada is really ↖(^ω^)↗ handsome at the moment.Deser smirked—she has a handsome husband who dotes on her.

So, in the next second, purple blue and brown collided with each other.What exactly happened, only they themselves know in their hearts.

The voyeur got caught, which is really bad.

Murakami was ashamed and screamed in his heart that it was not good, and quickly began to cover up for himself, turned his gaze to a certain desk and said, "Sawada Tsunayoshi, I have been observing for a long time, what kind of wood is your desk made of?" That!" A topic was brought up in nonsense, because she didn't want him to know that she was looking at him for a long time.

"..." Regarding this, Sawada Tsunayoshi said that he was really helpless.Putting down the document in his hand, with his standard smile on his face, he sighed secretly in his heart.Who can tell him why this little wife of his family is so dishonest?The words that came out of his small mouth always made him feel so sad.

He raised his elbows on the table, crossed his hands and dragged his head, "It turns out that Xiao Xi is so interested in my table, she has been staring at it for an hour."

"Cough!" I accidentally choked on the ice cream that melted in my mouth, because it really doesn't feel right to tell a lie.Murakami immediately took out the paper that was put aside, wiped the corner of her mouth, "Eh, it's not really~ it's just...just..." The ice cream in the box in her hand was messed up by her, "Just take a look~ Hehe ヽ｀ノ＜(funny)”

"Ah~"

A faint long sigh came into Murakami Shiro's ears, making her heart twitch.I had to look at the man again, and saw that he was closing his eyes and massaging his temples with a tired face.

He pursed his lips casually, he... must be very tired.Obviously I went to bed very late last night, but this morning I got up before dawn.Thinking about it this way, it seems like he does this every day.

He always goes to bed late and wakes up early. Obviously, the time to go back from get off work is around two or three in the afternoon, which is when others are in the morning and afternoon work, but he is off work.

But he never rested, but stayed with her.Then... At ten o'clock in the evening, when she was sleeping, he went into the study again and continued to work until midnight.

Because that night, the night she had promised to believe they were husband and wife—a contract had been made.

She will stay by his side as his wife.I will also earnestly do what a wife should do.However, there is one of them, before she recovers her memory, they cannot do the most intimate things that can only be done between husband and wife.

So they always slept in separate rooms. At night, Tsunayoshi Sawada would stay by her bedside and watch her fall asleep before leaving.Moreover, since that day, there really was nothing between them except kissing and hugging.

Although... sometimes she could see that he seemed to be enduring desperately.

Something weird started to ferment in my heart.Well, if you want to do what your wife wants to do, then it's your wife's responsibility to relieve your husband's fatigue...

In the end, taking a deep breath, Murakami put the ice cream in his hand aside, didn't even bother to put on his shoes, ran behind Sawada Tsunayoshi, leaned into his ear and said softly, "Sawada Tsunayoshi, I want you to massage me ?"

The words uttered from the girl's mouth made Sawada Tsunayoshi feel that happiness came suddenly. He opened his eyes in amazement and looked at the girl who had stood beside him with a shy look, which almost made him feel It gave him the urge to swallow it in one gulp.

"..."

"Kokichi Sawada?"

Satoshi Murakami, who didn't get a response for a long time, was very puzzled, looked at the one that was staring at her almost in a daze, and tugged at his sleeve, "Do you want it?"

"Heh~ I'll trouble you, Xiaoxi." Nodding, Tsunayoshi Sawada stood up, how could he not want this kind of opportunity to be intimate, and it was proposed by the girl.

"Oh? Then why do you have to stand up, I can only get there when you sit down!"

Smiling, he stretched out his hand to hold the little hand, "How about going to the sofa? I just want to take a break too." Without waiting for the other party to answer, he led the dazed girl back to the place where she was just now.

Gently pressed her to sit down in a daze, while he lay on the sofa naturally, his head resting on the girl's thigh very consciously, his smile became a bit like a stolen cat, and he directed at the girl who was blushing at first Blinking, "Xiao Xi, let's start!"

Swallowing, "Ah... oh, okay." Nuonuo's responder raised his hand and pressed the brown-haired man's temples with the index fingers of both hands, massaging gently and gently.

For a moment, the entire room became extremely quiet, only the breathing of the two people remained.

Gradually, Murakami felt that the person who was resting on her lap and enjoying her massage fell asleep...

"..." Stopping what he was doing, Murakami couldn't help poking the rabbit-like face.The soft feel is really nice.By the way, isn't this guy a man?Why is the face softer than hers.

"Hmm!" Pouting, Murakami carefully took the pillow next to him, put it on the armrest of the sofa, and leaned sideways on it.He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, pointed at the sleeping face of a certain animal, and "click~" took a nostalgic photo.

*****

"咚咚~" There was a knock on the door of the office, and then the door was pushed open from the outside.Holding the document, Peng Lilan's guardian - prison temple Hayato walked in.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw two people sleeping soundly leaning against each other on the sofa, so he chose to silence his voice.

The corners of the mouth were raised slightly, and there was peace of mind in the dark gray eyes.How long has it been since you saw this ten generations?He didn't even wake up when he came in, he was really sound asleep.

His gaze shifted to the pink-haired girl again.

Finally, exited the office and closed the door.

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then

"..."

"..."

"Hey, you're blocking my way!" Hayato Kojiro looked at the pink-haired girl standing in front of him, frowning.Although his temper is no longer as irritable as when he was a teenager, it is not good.There was a hint of impatience in his tone.

Murakami smiled flatteringly, clasped his hands together and rubbed his hands together, "Brother Yuji, can I please spare you a little time, it will be fine soon~" A pair of kirakira eyes stared at the silver-haired man who had begun to feel unbearable.

A trace of cunning flashed across, and before he had time to answer, he stepped forward and took his arm, "I knew that brother prison temple is the best~" cried sweetly, and then pulled him into the room. A house, when the door was closed, looked around vigilantly.

"..." Regarding this, Hayato Jiuji was very puzzled, what exactly is this girl trying to do?Thinking of his relationship with her, it has not been very good since childhood.

No, it shouldn't be bad, but not familiar... It's just to meet and say hello.And, besides sticking to Judaime, didn't she like sticking to Takeshi Yamamoto the most?Why are you looking for him so sneakily now?

One question after another appeared in his mind, and then Hayato saw that the girl seemed to be sure that no one was behind, walked up to him with a silly smile, and looked up at him.

That kind of smile is full of meaning (ー_ー)!!

But——if he messed with this girl, Judaime would definitely be upset.

So... let's see the situation!

"Murakami, do you have anything to do with me?"

The little head nodded, and the purple-blue pupils showed infinite seriousness: "Brother Yuji! I think, I want to know more about... Sawada Tsunayoshi. So, can you please tell me? I don't know whether it was excitement or shyness on my face, and it turned red. "I heard that you are the right-hand man of Sawada Tsunayoshi. Since you are the right-hand man, you must know him very well. Can you tell me? I I want... to be closer to him." As he spoke, he bowed heavily, "Please!"

"..." Somewhat surprised to hear such a request, Prison Temple raised his eyebrows, and the arc of the corner of his mouth could not be concealed no matter what.

I didn't expect this girl to be more discerning than before after losing her memory. She knew about Judaimu and asked him, "Huh~ As Judaimu's right-hand man, of course I know him best. I know better than that baseball idiot I don’t know how much more.”

"En!"

"However, my lectures are very strict, can you bear it?"

"... Huh? Lecture?" He tilted his head in confusion, expressing his confusion.

"Don't you understand so directly?" There was some sense of dissatisfaction in it, and the prison temple Hayato took out a book from nowhere, and at some point there was a blackboard behind him, and a pointer in his hand, with the bridge of his nose on the shelf A pair of glasses.

And she didn't know when she was pushed to sit at the desk.Dirt, by the way, where did this desk come from?

This, this... Murakami was struck by lightning in an instant, who can tell her why Mao will change into a class?She just wanted to know something about what Tsunayoshi Sawada likes and dislikes, why did the situation become like this?

"Snapped!"

A book as thick as the Encyclopedia of Chinese Poetry was slapped on her desk, and the five striking characters of "The Encyclopedia of Judaimu" caught Murayama's eyes.

"This...is the textbook we will use in the future. If you want to understand Judaime, you must memorize every sentence in it firmly!"

The words of Hayato Gokuji fell heavily on Shiro Murakami like a mountain of five elements.

"..."

Murakami stared at the sky in silence.

Ma Ma~ She was wrong, she was really wrong.

Why does the yarn become like this?