The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

Yu Xianzhi was leaning on the sofa with his legs crossed, with a contented expression, as if he had been the master of the house for many years, the wind wheezing outside the house, the low humming from the silent night, and the rush of Yukiko taking a shower. The sound is like a beautiful accompaniment.

This is ordinary life, simple and happy.

The only thing he has to do is to grow up well and solve all the troubles slowly. Human life is not easy. To be able to live such a simple and trouble-free life is his greatest desire.

The clothes on the balcony were dry, Yu Xian Zhisheng pulled down the hanger, and put Yukiko's clothes in his arms one by one, white underwear with embroidered bows, lace corsets that were a bit scary size, stockings, stockings, cotton socks. Socks, and the pajamas she used to change into.

He reached out and touched the clothes on these women, trying to recall the days before he arrived, what Xuezi had done in these clothes, what songs he had heard, and whom he had met.

It's such a good feeling, as if everything about her is yours, along with every trace on her body, every breath, every expression that changes because of you.

He enjoyed the feeling, selfish but joyous.

Yukiko has already started taking a shower.

She didn't deceive Yu Xianzhi. It stands to reason that women are not allowed to take a bath when they are menstruating, but her body is sticky with rain and sweat, and she feels that it will be very uncomfortable if she doesn't wash it. In other words, she didn't want Yu Xianzhisheng to see her unrefreshed self.

When exactly did it change? own mood?

Miyamoto Yukiko immersed her head under the flushing water, closed her eyes and raised her head, the water splashed on her delicate body with wanton and cheerful splashes, along the green bridge-like collarbone, the rolling mountains and hills, the mountains and the mountains. The flowers on the top swayed and fell together, and through the shortcuts in the Kanagawa waves, the waves swelled and sank on the plump tall jade pillars, until they soaked the red fruits dotted on the river bank below.

She enjoys this feeling.

The feeling of being able to see your family when you step out of the bathroom, all the mundane objects come alive because of your connection to that person, and with every touch, things from the past become new, as if memories have been washed away .

The phone rang suddenly.

Not Miyamoto Yukiko's mobile phone, but a seat phone.

Yu Xianzhi threw the phone back into his schoolbag, let this guy accompany his little fishing rod, and walked over to answer the phone.

The information age has not yet fully rolled out, and people have always gone to bed early. It stands to reason that no one should call at this point.

"Hello, this is Miyamoto's house." Yu Xianzhi picked up the phone.

"I'm Miyamoto Kiyo." The woman on the other side of the phone said.

Yukiko's mother, Miyamoto Kiyoshi.

Yu Xianzhisheng panicked for no reason, but instantly calmed down.

"I'm Yu Xian Zhisheng."

"You are the child who was adopted by Xuezi."

This woman is not as simple as she imagined, and she should also be paying attention to every move here.

"Yes." Yu Xianzhi said.

"What is Xuezi doing?"

"I'm taking a shower."

"When she's done washing, please help me tell her, I'll arrange a blind date for her tomorrow at a cafe in the center of Ginza East Street. The man who came to meet her is very good. After studying in France, I have my own in Tokyo. Her family business, although she looks mediocre, but her age is comparable to her, there is no chance for such a good man to miss it."

"Also, don't forget to tell her that if she doesn't go, I will cut my wrists and beg her to die like I did before."

Miyamoto Qing's tone was flat and unhappy, as if giving an order.

After being silent for a while, she sighed softly, and Yu Xianzhi said in a low voice, "I won't let her go, if you want to die, please die anyway, she is not your Xuezi, she is mine. It's getting late, you should rest early."

Yu Xianzhisheng hung up the phone and unplugged the phone line.

"Who called?" Miyamoto Yukiko stuck out his steaming head.

"Tokyo Daily." Yu Xianzhi sat back on the sofa, "Ask us if we want to order a newspaper."

"What do you mean?"

"There is no need to subscribe, you can watch news on mobile phones as well."

"I think so too." Miyamoto Yukiko shrank back.

The sound of flushing sounded again, and after a while, the sound of water stopped, and there was a whining sound in the bathroom.

The chirping stopped, Miyamoto Yukiko came out wrapped in a bath towel, her beautiful face flushed, and the water mist behind her emerged along with her, as if she had seen the legendary snow girl in the mountains in a trance.

"Go, follow me into the house." Yu Xianzhi put on his schoolbag.

"I always feel that you are more intimate with that schoolbag than I am." Miyamoto Yukiko folded her arms and trembled.

Yu Xianzhisheng waited in silence, and went upstairs first.

He understands the temperament of women very well, and he must not continue this kind of words, or 'death' will hang above his head.

They say this just because they want to say it, not to get an answer.

Any answer from a man is wrong in the face of a woman's squeamishness.

Miyamoto Yukiko turned off the lights in the living room and followed him up to the second floor.

Yu Xianzhisheng looked back at her.

Under the poor line of sight, her gully was unobstructed, but he was not interested in the deep gully. He liked her ponytail, high jumping ponytail, vivid.

At this time, her hair was loose, and her bangs covered her forehead slightly, giving her a novel beauty, not mature or young, but it was free from the glamorous rouge smell, giving people a clear-eyed beauty.

Just like a girl in a flower season who is ignorant of the world.

If you look closely, you can see a trace of serenity and tranquility in her expression~www.readwn.com~ cute and pitiful.

This time, she looked like a sad woman who was leaning under the cherry blossom tree in the spring season.

Yukiko's beauty is really pleasing.

Yu Xianzhisheng ran to his small bedroom, threw his schoolbag in, then ran over and threw himself on Yukiko's big bed like a fish.

Miyamoto Kiyoshi's photo is still standing by the bedside.

The woman in the photo watched the two men in silence.

Yu Xianzhisheng turned the photo over, out of sight and out of mind.

Then he patted the pillow: "Xuezi, come on! Come on!"

Miyamoto Yukiko's face was dyed with a red glow, and she sat in front of the dressing table, pinching the edge of the bath towel with her fingers: "Well, I want to change into pajamas first."

Yu Xianzhi honestly covered his head with the quilt, and even covered his ears, but Xixisuo Suo, who was changing clothes, still heard from her fingertips, scratching like the tips of grass.

He felt his face heat up like a fire.

"Are you ready?"

"Immediately!" Miyamoto Yukiko yelled blushing on the dressing chair.

"Okay!" Xuezi said after a while.

Yu Xianzhisheng stuck his head out and blinked.

Then saw an incredible scene.

No, she's actually wearing makeup?

Women who wear makeup before bed are incredible.

"Child, please help me put some powder on." Miyamoto Yukiko said suddenly and softly.

Yu Xianzhisheng went down.

Xuezi's pajamas had a low neck, and her swan-like slender neck was bare. Yu Xianzhisheng stood behind her, picked up the powder puff, smeared it with fragrant powder, and decorated it earnestly, her heart was like still water.

Elegance and magnificent views are within your reach.

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