Liver Emperor's Otome Love Game

Colorful Temari balls with a flower pattern woven into the surface fall out of the child's hands.

It fell to the ground with a thud, and rolled all the way to the green grass under the wooden porch.

It didn't stop until it lightly hit the ankle of the man sitting on the wooden floor.

The blond man who was resting against the wooden porch slowly opened his red-orange eyes and looked towards his feet.

He bent down, picked up the ball, and handed it to the little boy running in front of him.

"Here, Ji Zong."

The little boy who caught the ball had short ebony hair and looked very similar to the man in front of him.

His name is Yoshimune Sawada.

It was Gyan and his children.

Facing the rebellion of King Vengley II, Giotto, who abdicated from the position of King Vengley I, finally chose to take his lover to Japan to live in seclusion.

Renamed Ieyasu Sawada.

Compared with Giotto, the little boy has more mixed-race taste and Asian appearance.

Neighbors and friends often praise him for growing up with all the advantages of his parents.

The most important thing is that while inheriting Giotto's blood, he also perfectly inherited super intuition.

The young Ji Zong had a dumpling face, and with a smile, he took the hand ball from his father, which he had just accidentally dropped.

His clear eyes looked at the man who had been sitting on the porch playing with him all afternoon.

I have to say that he is a perfect and competent father.

But not necessarily a good husband.

Ji Zong put his hand ball aside, stretched his immature arms and tried hard to climb onto his father's lap.

Soon, the man bent down and hugged his buttocks.

"Father……"

"kindness?"

The boy's voice was childish, but the question was very sharp.

"Did father not love mother?"

Suddenly asked by the child like this, the blond man suddenly froze for a moment.But still subconsciously gave the answer immediately.

"Love……"

Ji Zong couldn't figure out the adult's love affairs that are easy to make people dizzy.

He only knew that his super intuition was telling him that his father loved his mother deeply, but he didn't love his mother.

Other people's love may not be within the scope of his interference.But he still wants to make his parents love each other and be the happiest child in the world.

But his father just stroked his back, as if comforting him or deceiving himself.

Mutteringly repeated: "Ji Zong, father loves your mother deeply."

There is no doubt about that.

They had spent one of the most tumultuous but best times together in Sicily.

Even if you lose everything you have built.But as long as she is by his side, Giotto feels that no matter where he is, he can continue to persevere.

It sounds absurd to take love as spiritual food, but it is precious.

Just like they used to be.

"Giotto, come back to Japan with me, I will treat you well."

"Hahaha, yes, this is indeed a marriage!"

"But my father is so stupid, I don't want to take his surname, shall we change our surname?"

"Well, Sawada...how is it?"

At that time, the image of Ge'an talking and laughing to himself was imprinted in Giotto's mind exactly.

But Giotto couldn't remember his own reaction at that time, he only knew that he should have been saying yes at that time.

He felt that as long as he could be with Ge'an, no matter what he did, it would be good.

They went round and round and visited most of Japan.

Walking hand in hand on the beach full of dusk, the waves lick their footprints.

Kissing passionately in the wind and snow in Hokkaido, the swirling snowflakes melted into their hot body temperature.

In the end, they chose a small town that both of them liked, and bought a relatively spacious mansion, which was regarded as a small nest for the two of them.

The wedding chose the Japanese traditional wedding that Giotto likes.

He is used to seeing couples praying devoutly in front of churches and priests in suits and wedding dresses.

"Maybe in Japan, there are also gods who can listen to people's prayers." Giotto said.

Ge'an corrected him: "Then it's not called prayer, it's called making a wish."

Giotto nodded.

He wants to do as the Romans do, to experience something new, and to have an unforgettable wedding.

"Will it be strange?" Giotto was still a little nervous when he came out of the dark gray men's traditional dress.

Ge'an, who was straightening his appearance in front of the mirror, was completely white. Hearing Giotto's voice, he quickly turned around and looked at his husband.

Looking at him with bright eyes full of smiles, she stepped forward and raised her hand to straighten the hem of his clothes.

"No, even a European appearance can support a Japanese-style wedding dress well."

After speaking, Ge An paused.

"What's wrong?" Giotto asked.

"Are you too nervous, your lips look bloodless."

After speaking, he grabbed the man's skirt and tiptoed to kiss him.

No matter how many times he kisses, Giotto's nervousness is gradually relieved.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and the arms around his wife's waist gradually tightened, preventing her from making//the movement of wanting to leave after messing around.

"Is it bloody enough?"

"Do you want to do it again?"

When the young couple were intimately attached to each other and biting their ears, the owner of the photo studio smiled helplessly and reminded: "Well, I'm going to start shooting—"

"it is good--"

Everything began to change from the morning after the wedding night.

Compared with the inexperience of kissing, it takes a lot of practice and trial to make up for her favorite state.

Giotto is far more gifted in his ability to learn and progress in the deeper aspects.

At the beginning, I was a little jerky and unskilled, or a little nervous and scared.

Neither seemed to understand the proper way to start.

But no matter what, random sticky touching and groping and kissing anyway must be a no-problem mentality.

Successfully opened the door to a new world for two young couples with zero experience.

Throw away the rigid shell and rationality, just follow the nature of the shell to move forward fiercely and simply.

It seems to be cooperating, but also seems to be in dispute and entanglement, which makes people unable to see through the original intention of the two overlapping together.

Getting better, pain and happiness intertwined.

I only know that because of love, I clamored and continued to sink into a strange abyss, falling downwards.

Later, repeated over and over again.

Not even a sweaty, soaked swath of fabric could stop the more ferocious tide.

Only in the ups and downs of love, the remaining reason will be thrown into the sky, and all actions will be intensified.

I don't know when it started, Giotto finally became the controller and leader of the whole scene.

He's like a gatekeeper with a key in his hand.

As long as his slender fingers holding the key lightly touch and turn.

You will reap different fruits and surprises inside the door.

After a night of fun, Giotto was woken up by Gean tickling with a few strands of hair.

The delicate girl obviously worked all night, but she didn't look very tired.

Waking up early in the morning, lying on my husband's chest.

With a smile, she teased the man who was sleeping soundly with her arms around her.

The morning sun shone warmly on her long hair and face through the lattice of the paper grille door.

Her arms are full of her softness and fragrance, everything is so quiet and beautiful.

"Well, Ge'an, don't make trouble..." The blond man opened his sleepy red-orange eyes.

There is still a strong nasal sound in the voice, which sounds a little aggrieved.

He reluctantly reached out to hold his wife's messy little hand, and pulled it to his lips and kissed it.

I want to take her to sleep for a while.

Ge'an was held in his arms, blinked his eyes and thought for a while, then leaned over and pecked his lips lightly.

In just an instant, the person hugging her immediately woke up.

He stared at her for a while with wide innocent and bright eyes, without saying a word, his whole body stiffened.

A red cloud slowly appeared on his fair face.

His face gradually became indescribable, even a little embarrassed.

Ge'an, who has been lying in the same bed with others, of course knows what happened to him.

She stretched out her thin white arms with slight finger marks, wrapped them around her husband's neck, and stroked his soft, fluffy blonde hair.

"Can you play that game again?" After waiting for a long time, he finally heard him ask impatiently.

"What?" asked knowingly.

"That's it……"

"Let me demonstrate to you..."

On the morning of the second day of their wedding, the two played games for a long time.

Until the midday heat hit.

The room, which had been scorched all morning without opening the windows for ventilation, was so sweltering that it brought them back to reality.

The shoji paper door slammed open, and the wind from the courtyard brought fresh breath into the room.

Ge'an, who was wearing a thin white bathrobe and a sub-cyan belt around his waist, volunteered to raise his hand.

Loose sleeves slid down her raised arms.

The fluffy hair hangs on her still pink cheeks: "I'm going to make lunch."

Giotto reached out to help her gather her hair behind her ears, and said with a smile, "Well, then I'll clean up the house."

The house really needs some tidying up.

After the reasonable division of labor, the little girl stood up happily and planned to go to the kitchen.

But when he got up, he was unsteady and almost fell, but fortunately, he was supported by the man with quick eyes and hands.

"If you're tired, let me come."

"No, don't underestimate me." After the little girl stood still, she blushed and punched him.

"Uh..." Giotto smiled and rubbed his chest, which didn't hurt at all, looking at the little girl walking out of the room with doting eyes.

Suddenly, Ge'an stopped, stood at the door and looked back at him.

"what happened?"

The little girl walked up to him in three steps at a time, opened her arms, and said coquettishly, "I want to hug again."

The smile on Giotto's lips deepened, and he was already reluctant to part with them even before they separated.

Is this the newlyweds?

It makes me feel like I'm losing something...

Shaking his head to shake the strange feeling out of his mind, he took the girl who was begging for a hug into his arms.

It also came with a sweet and fragrant kiss before letting him go.

Wait until Giotto unloads the old sheets and re-lays the clean new sheets.

A call with a familiar tone came from the door of the room.

"Dinner is ready, come and eat!"

"Uh..." Giotto stopped short.

He turned his head and looked at the girl standing at the door waving at him.

A simple moon-white bathrobe sets off the whole person smartly and beautifully.

The only difference from before was that she found a hairpin with petal tassels to tie up her drooping hair.

It seems to be for the convenience of cooking.

"who are you?"

Giotto walked up to her and asked a question that even made him feel strange.

Just after asking, he received a light punch: "This is the beginning of denial? Bastard!"

The little girl's angry posture, tone, and expression were exactly the same as before.

She is the perfect Gean.

Has 100% the same appearance, personality and thinking as Ge'an.

The memories they have in common are all exactly the same.

Even if Giotto asked questions around the corner, there would not be the slightest loophole.

Even when she sometimes misremembers or forgets some small details of the past, it is so in line with herself.

No matter who it was, even friends who had been in Sicily, they didn't notice anything unusual.

But the hyperintuition that has accompanied Giotto since birth has always been screaming sharply in his mind.

she is not……

Giotto tried to throw away the super intuitive warning and force himself to accept her.

But even if he doesn't believe in super intuition, Giotto can't do it.

He began to resist and alienate her wife instinctively, superficial politeness and smiles were his last bottom line.

He cannot touch a woman who is not his wife.

Until one day more than a month after the marriage, Gean threw the pregnancy medical report in front of him like a thunderbolt.

Ge'an's character is exactly the same as Ge'an's, especially when it comes to making decisive decisions.

She sat across from Giotto, caressing her belly, which was not yet bulging.

For more than a month, my husband's indifferent attitude has long been seen in my eyes.

In this era of underdeveloped medicine, the risk of abortion is tantamount to going through the gate of hell.

To her, for this man, it's not worth it at all.

"I will give birth to the child."

Then, after giving birth to the child, she took her part of the property and embarked on a journey to travel around the world.

Only occasionally I would come back to visit Jizong with gifts.

Giotto once suspected that something was wrong with his spirit.

I have tried to see a doctor several times and have taken some therapeutic drugs.

But there is no need to see a doctor if he is not sick, so for him, the curative effect is almost equal to nothing.

But he couldn't figure out where his wife had gone.

It is not difficult for a single father to raise his son, especially Ji Zong is still so obedient and sensible.

But even though Ji Zong is so obedient and sensible, the lack of maternal love is still an insurmountable gap in his life.

"Did father really not love mother?"

Such questions have been asked almost since childhood, and every time Giotto asks him, he will severely doubt himself.

Although the life of living in seclusion in Japan is peaceful and comfortable, it always makes him unhappy.

The night was as cold as water, and Ji Zong, who had already worked as an adult, moved out of the mansion.

Giotto, who was sitting alone in the courtyard, remembered what he had said on the day of the wedding photo shoot.

"Maybe in Japan, there are gods who can listen to people's prayers."

No, it is the god who listens to people's wishes.

If there is.

It would be nice if he could see her again.

When Sawada Yoshimune held the funeral for his father, he heard a lot of gossip.

Some people say that his father died because of a mental problem.

Others say that his father was a vicious underground godfather who committed suicide in fear of guilt.

For a time, rumors spread among the neighbors.

Obviously, his father also helped them a lot during his lifetime.

But none of this mattered to Ji Zong.

Because only he knows.

Father fell asleep under the big tree crown covered with bouquets in the middle of the courtyard.

When he got home and found out, his father's expression was unprecedentedly relaxed and peaceful.

It's like going to a long-awaited dream.