[Black Basket] The legendary woman who was taken care of by Akashi

Although it is rare to have a free day, I stayed up until 03:30 in the morning the night before and just finished the system maintenance before the July holiday. I turned off the alarm clock when it sounded for the first time, and waited until I opened my eyes and brain It was already past ten o'clock when I woke up, as if I suddenly remembered something, I sat up suddenly from the bed.

This day is the first date in my life.

After washing in a hurry, I looked up at myself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror with dark circles under my eyes, and frowned. If I had known this way, I would not have stayed up late yesterday. At this time, I began to regret not learning from Tachibana. It's not too late for makeup.

And because I haven't cut my hair for a long time, I find it difficult to tie my hair recently, so I have to wear long hair in this rainy weather, so the last time I asked me to do my hair with him, why should I? refuse it.

God, he's just asking me out, how come I'm not like myself at all.What's more, Seijuro has even seen me sitting in front of the computer without washing my hair for three days and looking haggard. I still care so much about what clothes to wear in front of him, I am really crazy.

I used to have no money to buy clothes, so of course I couldn’t choose. Since I moved into Akashi’s house, I haven’t been able to wear all the clothes I prepared at the beginning. As a result, the housekeeper at home will replace them for me every time the season is over. Directly refurbish the clothes of the current season. Although I will be asked what I want, I just generally say not to be too fancy and I don't have much idea.Because of the habit of suppressing my temper, most of my wardrobe is light-colored dresses and shirts with textures similar to silk and chiffon.

Sighing and standing in the cloakroom with a headache, he finally took the unworn dress at the end of the closet.There is no decoration on the skirt, the one-shoulder neckline reveals a little clavicle, the narrow sleeves are five minutes long, the waist is slightly narrowed, the skirt is slightly wider, the length reaches the ankle, and there is a slit on the left side to the middle of the thigh. I put the necklace in the neck Take it out just enough for decoration.I chose flat ballet shoes as shoes, stuffed my phone into the white marmont bag I was wearing across the body, adjusted the bracelet on my wrist, and took a deep breath before opening the door.

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Akashi knew that she would sleep a little longer on rest days, so he was not in a hurry to wake her up, and sat on the sofa in the living room while reading a book while waiting for her to come down.

Hearing the sound of hurried footsteps, he turned his head. She was running down the stairs carrying a pair of shoes in three steps and two steps. She raised her head and looked at herself. Her round eyes were always shining, as if hiding Like a little sun.Because she was running too fast, Mitsushima threw herself into Akashi's arms. Her left hand, which was not holding the shoe, rested on his chest. The distance was so close that Akashi felt that he was already surrounded by the smell of lemon shampoo on her body.

Manshima lowered his head and chuckled twice because of this reckless move, then pursed his lips and smiled and blinked at him. Just when he was about to stand up straight, Akashi stretched out his hand and pulled her closer, and the two were tightly Paste together.

The material of the skirt is very thin, and because of the slim waist, it outlines Manshima's more mature figure. Because of the habit of boxing for many years, there is no loose flesh on her waist. What Akashi's hands can feel is The slightly tense back line, the fingertips probably touched the faint abdominal muscles that have been trained for a long time.And the soft part of his body stuck to him through the thin cloth made Akashi's heart beat faster and faster gradually.

This word may not be appropriate, but at this moment Akashi really felt the unique allure from Manchuria to him.

"Hey, let go," she struggled symbolically in his arms twice with a blushing face, "Didn't you say that you have ordered lunch, if you don't leave, you will be late."

"One minute," Akashi put his hand on her head and let her lean on his shoulders, "just hold her for one minute."

She kept the leather shoes in her hand away from Akashi's white T-shirt as much as possible. Although the posture was a little awkward, she still smiled unconsciously, and reached out to put a pair of rings of the same style as hers around his neck. The necklace was straightened, and after rubbing against his arms, he let go, and Man Dao turned around and trot to the hallway, squatting down to put on his shoes.

The laces on the shoes were crossed above the ankles, and the slender legs were exposed at the slit on the left side. From Akashi's perspective, her side face reflected the sunlight coming in from outside, and her long hair cast a shadow on the left side of her face. But it couldn't cover her eyes that were always full of God.

If he could look at her quietly like this, Akashi felt that he could look at her for the rest of his life.

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Sometimes I feel that Seijuro is a bit clingy, and it may be the reason why I am really inactive, but he is habitually dominant in various aspects, and I naturally accept it.But it's not that I don't like him, it's just that the way he and I express this emotion is very different.

We are always paying attention to each other, he will care about a certain look in my eyes or a certain sentence I said casually, he will even notice when I frown slightly, and he is too hidden compared to my exposure I will always maintain the posture of Mr. Akashi Perfect, and my task is to see the real expression behind his calm appearance.

It is said that it is difficult to love each other when you have seen through each other. Who can bear the dark side of others unconditionally, and then give love under such tolerance.But it was precisely because of this nakedness that Seijuro and I were able to hold hands. From the very beginning, we had no secrets. He was frank, and I was also straightforward.

Thinking about it this way, I am rather curious as to why I am still blushing now.

I'm afraid I'm not a proper dead tsundere, am I?

Just look at the lunch place he chose. I just stayed a little longer on the page introducing this private dish in the gourmet column when I was reading the magazine. The chef opened lunch offerings.

"Actually, you used to go out to eat with me." Holding up the skirt and sitting in the car, I turned my head and unconsciously touched the back of my head and looked at him, "Is it a bit weird that I'm so nervous? And specially wear a new skirt."

"Haruka is nervous because of me, I'm very happy." Seijuro smiled and gently stroked the hand on my thigh, "And it's the first time for us to go out like this as lovers."

Hearing what he said, my ears felt like they were being baked, and then my cheeks were also hot. I turned my hands over and clasped my fingers together with him. I deliberately turned my head not to look at his face, and pressed my shoulders She gave him a look, but muttered again: "You...you stop laughing, show some little girl that the flower branches are trembling when you laugh."

"Just for you to see." He chuckled lightly and leaned towards me. Now that he is obviously much taller than me, he needs to slump down a little to put his head on my shoulder. I suppressed the smile Let's see when he will feel tired and awkward in this posture.

Sure enough, when the car drove to the intersection of the private restaurant and we were about to get out of the car, he was too embarrassed to twist his neck to move his body even though his body was already stiff.

"Zheng will also be stupid sometimes." The smile on my face couldn't stop at last, I went around behind him and squeezed his shoulder, and said close to his ear.Before I let go, Seijuro turned his head and lightly touched my cheek with the tip of his nose, then took my hand across the road and walked to the door of the store.

Really, did this guy wear perfume today, recalling the breath he felt when he leaned on his shoulder a minute ago, why do I think he smells good.

The facade of the private restaurant is very inconspicuous. Open the bamboo sliding door to reveal the curtain. Because it is never open for lunch, there is no customer in the restaurant at this point. The decoration is very delicate and thoughtful. There are two There is a table for four, and a row of single tables against the wall. The overall color is beige. Although it is the first time to come, it gives people a familiar feeling like coming home.Hearing the sound of the door being opened, the person who seemed to be the boss came out from the back kitchen.

"Sure enough, Ah Zheng called me because of his girlfriend. Zong Erlang has already said hello to me, but Kylie also said that he wants to meet Mandao. After all, I always hear people mention it but never know who the real person is. What is it like?" This young man in his twenties with shoulder-length hair and a playful look between his eyebrows and eyes revealed a charming smile that can be called even for ordinary women, and said to us.

"Hi, first time meeting, I'm Haruka Manshima." I bowed slightly.

Seeing that I seemed to be tense and entered the state of Akashi's servant, Seijuro squeezed my palm a little harder, I knew he was letting me relax, the person in front of me was the same as Ximen, they knew each other since they were young Among the group of young masters, I have a general understanding of the appearance and background of the people in the circle.When it comes to those people, I feel very self-conscious and don't know how to put my own name on it.

After quickly integrating the current situation, I knew that this restaurant was specially opened by Meizuoling for her only long-term girlfriend Kylie Stan, the sous chef of a French restaurant whom he bumped into by chance on the streets of New York.

And soon I saw her when I was serving appetizers. Kylie, who said she wanted to see me, was so enthusiastic that it was hard to resist, but after all, I still have a little research on eating. There is no less focus on eating, her cooking skills are indeed worth making an appointment for her in the first half of the year, although the first reaction in my mind is that this kind of hunger marketing can still create economic benefits.

But who wouldn't be impressed by this veal blancboise?

When I eat delicious food, I will naturally relax and laugh. Seijuro, who is sitting across from me, has always watched me eat with that kind of interest for a long time. I feel like Pandas eating bamboo at Ueno Zoo.

No, I was easily defeated by the food again. Seijuro really understood my weakness.

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"This Paris wheel cake is definitely not from the same class as the ones eaten at home. The chef should come here to learn." Mandao just took a bite of the dessert, and couldn't help but said to Akashi, "I think I can Eat a lot."

Mei Zuo and Kylie didn't stay in the hall after talking to them. There was faint music coming from the back kitchen, all of which were French songs with a very brisk rhythm, and there seemed to be footsteps dancing with the music.

Manshima, who was only in front of Akashi, was obviously undefended. She stuffed her mouth full, with cream on the sides of her mouth. It turned out that a dessert could make her so happy, and Akashi would sometimes In fact, Mandao Haruka is actually pure to a certain level.

Then, just be simple in front of him.

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Because I ate a little bit presumptuously, and he didn’t care about the appearance of eating when he was the only one looking at me, even if he knew that his mouth was full, he continued to eat without hesitation, Seijuro smiled and reached out to wipe and stick cream on me The corner of his mouth, pretending to be helpless, said: "It is always Haruka in the eyes of a fool."

I snorted softly, stuck out my tongue at him, and continued to deal with the few desserts left.The French song that came to my ears suddenly aroused my interest. I am a tone deaf and naturally I would not sing along. After listening to two lyrics, I looked up and saw that Seijuro seemed to be listening too.

"Amireux, Onestamireux, C'estunamourversionjoyeux, Quifaitjamaispleurerlesyeux, Toutcheztoimeplatmeravit, J'ensuisébahi, J'adoreteregardermanger..." [Note 1]

"Listen to this song, amireux is a combination of ami (friend) and amoureux (love)," I put down my fork and took a sip of water, "The French are so funny, they use this way to express that they are not in love."

Seijuro didn't answer my topic, but hummed one of the lyrics again: "J'adore teregardermanger... (I like to see you eat)"

His singing voice was so gentle that it flowed into my heart like a stream, and the smile in his eyes made me feel at a loss again.Whether it is throwing a straight ball or this way of beating around the bush, I will blush. I think this problem may never get better in this life.

After lunch, we chatted with Meizuo for a while before we left. We were originally scheduled to go to the art gallery to see the exhibition of the works of the three masters of the Renaissance, but it may be because I was full and rarely relaxed, so I called two times while sitting in the car. Yawning, I quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes due to sleepiness, but was caught by Seijuro, so I had no choice but to turn my head and frowned quietly.

"Go home." He said lightly to the driver.

"No, didn't you agree that you would accompany me to dinner and I would accompany you to see the exhibition," I patted the back of the driver's seat, "keep moving forward."

"Haruka, how long has it been since you fell asleep before twelve o'clock?" The driver turned around to see Seijuro's eyes, and obediently listened to his words and turned around.

"I..." I know I haven't slept early for a long time.

"So, since you're full, go home and have a good rest." He supported my head and let me lie on his lap, "There's no need to hold on, you look tired."

He must be able to see that I am sleepy, why do I feel that he can't see it? Lying on his lap, he gently combed my hair with his hands, and soon the whole body was occupied by sleepiness, slowly It seemed like my whole body sank, I should have really fallen asleep.

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Ever since she ran downstairs in the morning, Akashi had already noticed that Manshima was always frowning subconsciously. Obviously, he didn't sleep well, or slept too little, so he had no intention of going to the exhibition after dinner. , When it comes to dating, it doesn't necessarily mean that there must be a sense of ritual, it just happens that both of them have places they want to go in their free days.But because of this sense of ritual, she, who is obviously very tired, insisted on it. This is not what Akashi wants to see.

Listening to her peaceful and even breathing, Akashi lowered his head and gently pressed a kiss on her forehead. During this time, she was obviously so thin that her cheeks were sunken due to busy work, and her round eyes became even bigger. The prominence of her face is really good for her with a little flesh on her face.

When he got home, he couldn't bear to wake up Man Dao, who rarely slept so deeply, and gently carried her out with the help of the driver, because she hesitated twice because she was suddenly picked up, but luckily she didn't wake up.The sleeping Man Dao rested his head on his shoulder, curled up in his arms, and rubbed against him unconsciously.

She's like a sleeping cat with a restrained temper, Akashi thought.

Slowly put her on the bed in the room, bent down to untie the ribbons tied around her ankles, and helped her take off her shoes. The long skirt was rolled up by her turning over, revealing two long white legs. Carefully glanced at the line of the thighs, which made Akashi's ears feel hot. He coughed lightly. He covered her with a towel blanket, then took a book by the pillow and sat down on the bed, leaning against the head of the bed to read casually up.

1. Translation of the lyrics: lovers are not full, we are not full lovers.This may be a perfunctory statement about love, and it is also an answer that will never make people cry.I am amazed at the joy and ecstasy I have spent with you.I like the way you eat... (Source NetEase Cloud Music Gérard Darmon's single "Amireux")

The author has something to say:

I'm lazy again and the figure of the flower man appeared [Doxiaza]

These two people look like an old married couple before they get married.

And did no one read yesterday's chapter? I wiped my old tears, although I also know what the plot is.