[wangwang] pedophile

When the boy entered the room, Akimoto was sitting on the bed applying nail polish.

She had one foot on the edge of the bed, her calf stretched straight, and she pinched the sole of her foot to paint her toenails.The nails of the other foot have already been painted full of dark green, making the skin look extraordinarily fair. The leg is naturally put down, and the white foot is stepped on the ground.

Just as he was about to speak, Qiu Ben's phone rang.He watched her put the small brush back into the bottle of nail polish, and hilariously freed up one hand to answer the phone, with her feet still raised on the edge of the bed, talking seriously to the person on the other side of the phone, " This is Michiyo Akimoto."

The boy walked over, reached out and took the small bottle she was holding into his hand.Akimoto turned around in surprise, saw him, smiled, silently mouthed "wait for me a while", and immediately continued with the next sentence.She said to the phone with a steady tone and a smile, "Congratulations."

The boy obediently decided to wait for Miss Chiyo for a while.He played with the nail polish on his hands, took out the small brush, rubbed it against the edge of the bottle, and tried to paint on his nails.The pen force is OK, and the color is thick and even.Then he tore out a piece of paper and wiped his nails clean.

Seeing Qiuben talking with the person on the phone with a smile, he twitched the corners of his mouth, squatted down beside the bed, pinched her instep, and made her change from a cross-footed posture to a stretched-footed posture.

This time, Akimoto's attention was always taken away by him.She looked at him questioningly with wide eyes.

The instep is in a stretched posture, the toes are facing down, and the clean and healthy pink toenails are exposed in front of the boy's eyes.He filled the small brush with color, and applied it to the nails with one stroke and one stroke, until two strokes and three strokes covered one nail.

When he was about to paint the next one, Qiuben moved his legs, trying to wrest his feet out of his hands.The boy grabbed her ankle and stopped her from moving backwards.He looked up and smiled at her, "Good boy."

A look of embarrassment flashed across Akimoto's face, and he turned his head away.

Ugh, shame on me.

She was absent-minded and courteous to the person on the phone, with a steady voice and a smile, but only she and the boy knew how flustered she was right now.

The boy's movements are light and slow, and he seems to enjoy the work very much.Every time he finished painting a nail, he looked up at Qiuben a few times, admiring her obviously awkward but pretending to be serious, and then painted the next one with a smile.

"I hope we can meet at that time." Akimoto said.

Speaking of hope, in fact, this is a polite remark that both of them know well, and such a polite remark actually means polite refusal.The person on the other side of the phone also understood what she meant, and the call ended quickly.

After hanging up the phone, Qiu Ben became more confident. She kicked her legs to express her protest, but in return the boy said without raising her head: "Don't move, it will be fine soon."

He didn't let go of his hand until the last stroke was painted.He stood up with a smile, and said to Akimoto: "How is it? My craft is not bad, right?"

"Yeah, not bad." Qiuben retracted the foot that had been held for a while, protected it in his arms, stretched out the other foot, and kicked towards his thigh.She didn't use any strength after all, the boy only felt that he was being stepped on twice.

He let her kick, and when she retracted her legs, he leaned over and sat on the edge of the bed, obediently calling: "Sister Qiandai."

"Go and wash your hands!" Qiu Ben said fiercely to him with raised eyebrows, and successfully kicked him out of bed.

After a while, the boy washed his hands and came back.He smiled as he walked and said, "Next time try red nail polish, I'll paint it for Miss Chiyo."

Qiu Ben glared at him, seeing that the nail polish on his feet had dried, he also put on his slippers and ran to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Coming out of the bathroom, seeing the boy sitting on her bed, she sat sideways on the chair in front of the computer desk, turned her toes inward, and hid it under the chair. "What can I do for you?" she said.

Seeing that she was really embarrassed, the boy didn't talk about the nail polish anymore, he put on a pitiful expression, "Can't you come to Miss Chiyo if you have nothing to do?"

"No." Akimoto lowered his eyes and said helplessly.

"However, I do have something to do with you." He clasped his hands together twice, and said very seriously, "During the holiday, the tennis club will go to a training camp. We will go to Chiba for a week, and we will start next Monday."

"Ah." She thought for a while, "Have you talked to Yumiko?"

"Just went to say it."

"Well." Akimoto rested her chin on her right hand, patted her face with her fingertips, her expression was as gentle as usual, without the shyness just now, she said softly: "Then go, don't forget to bring a change of clothes." clothing."

"Will Miss Chiyo miss me?" the boy asked with his eyes bent, as if he had already heard the answer he wanted.

Akimoto looked at him and blinked.

"meeting."

When the boy left the room, Qiuben picked up the phone and called back.

"Sugio-kun? Is the dinner party you're talking about next week?"

"Sorry, sorry, I suddenly remembered that I happened to be in Chiba at that time, please count me in."

"Thanks a lot."

"You still ask me for leave because of the class reunion, let me think about it, how many of your classmates I can name." Dongshan teased Qiuben on the phone.

Not everyone in the literature department can become a writer. After graduating from school, many people are doing jobs that do not match their majors.For example, Sugio-kun, who organized this class reunion, took over his own hot spring shop. It is natural that there is no writer who can make Higashiyama call his name.

"Just to tell you, there's no need for me to ask you for leave." Akimoto said casually, folding his clothes and putting them into the suitcase while talking. "Anyway, I'm leaving. Don't contact me if you have nothing to do. Don't contact me if you have anything to do. I won't be back."

"Okay Miss, I understand Miss." Dongshan teased her with a long tone, and Akimoto hung up the phone swiftly.

Leaving Yumiko alone at home, Akimoto embarked on a journey to Chiba.

As soon as her feet set foot on the land of Chiba, she couldn't help jumping for joy.Suppressing the urge to call the boy immediately, she contacted Sugio-kun.After asking about the meeting place and time, she rejected Sugio-kun's invitation to live in his hot spring hotel, and took a taxi to the hotel she had booked earlier.

Akimoto is also a well-known writer, and was praised by everyone in the class reunion. "The most famous writer this year" and "Please take care of me" were thrown at her one sentence at a time, and then it was mixed. Toast to her one by one with envy and jealousy.Akimoto tactfully rejected many people, but he still drank a few glasses.For example, when Sugio-kun said cheerfully to her, "Akimoto-san's work is really good" without negative emotions, she had a drink with him without refusing.

She pretended to be drunk from the classmate banquet and was sent back to the hotel early.As soon as the person who took her back to the hotel left, she raised her arm and smelled the smell of alcohol on her body.Perhaps her nose had adapted to the strong smell, and she didn't feel that she had an unsuitable smell.I got up and washed my face, sobering up.

Akimoto wasn't drunk, but the alcohol made her heart throb.It was not supposed to contact the boy at this time, but she picked up the phone by mistake.

Rubbing his fingers back and forth on the screen of the phone, he finally turned on the screen, and flexibly found Zhou Zhu's name in the address book.Akimoto hesitated for a moment, but honestly felt joy in his heart, as if being close to that name would satisfy her.

"What is it?"

I don't know when the screen was pressed, the phone was connected immediately, and the boy's voice came.

"Zhou Zhu..." Akimoto, who was slightly drunk, was a little slow to react, she murmured subconsciously, and quickly shook her head to make her voice more normal. "Zhou Zhu, is today's training over?"

"Ah, Chiyo-san," the boy said with a smile, "it's over, now I'm taking a hot spring with Takashi and the others. Chiyo-san hasn't called me yet."

"Huh?" Akimoto raised his voice at the end, and responded softly and lazily. "The hot springs in Chiba are very famous. Some of my classmates also open a hot spring hotel there. Zhou Zhu, which one do you live in?"

"Is it a hotel? I remember the name Guangguang."

Akimoto blinked, "It seems not."

"Miss Chiyo didn't have a good rest?" Hearing Akimoto's peculiar voice, the boy asked with concern.

"I'm fine." Akimoto replied with a smile, the ending trembling slightly.

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Fast-forwarding soon, one more chapter.

I have no more manuscripts to save, and I plan to travel to Shanghai during the dog days. I want to write ten chapters to save my manuscripts before I leave.

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