"If so, have you been trapped?"

My wife Aram said lazily, her black hair was scattered on Hojo Makoto's chest, a little itchy.

"If you have a more gentle attitude, I might be fooled."

Hojo Makoto is serious and authentic.

"I want to lie to me to obey you like Tsubasa Ninomiya?"

My wife Lan's mouth outlined a sarcastic arc.

"I have only one Xiaotzu." Hojo Makoto said in a gentle tone, "You are unique too."

“It’s useless to be gentle to me.”

My wife Lan said with a blank expression.

"Even the country treats death row prisoners well, there are only the last three days left, and I want to be kind to you too."

Makoto Hojo touched her smooth and flat belly, bit her crystal earlobe and said, "Are you hungry?"

"You're going to give me something disgusting again?"

My wife Lan dislikes authenticity.

"Do you think I'm made of water like you?"

Makoto Hojo rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Now if you want me, I won't give it to you."

“It’s useless.”

My wife Lan's contemptuous words.

"Who was crying just now?"

Hojo Makoto stroked her red eyes.

"It's just a physical force majeure." My wife Lan said coldly, "I'm not crying because of sadness."

"So you admit that you are happy with me? Every time you cry so much, is it that you admit that I am very awesome?"

Makoto Hojo chuckled.

"I want to have sukiyaki."

My wife Arashi didn't want to discuss her performance at that time with Hojo Makoto.

"Then let's go buy ingredients first."

Makoto Hojo did not refuse her request, and hugged her out of the bathtub, took a bath towel and helped her wipe her body.

"Today I'll also wear the blue and white stripes I like."

Hojo Makoto personally put on the clothes for my wife Arashi.

"I'm very upset that you have the same hobbies as my mom."

My wife Lan said with a cold face.

"I knew you wouldn't have such a high taste."

Makoto Hojo said it was no surprise.

"If you are so interested, go home today and take this set on me back."

My wife Arashi stared at Makoto Hojo with a perverted look.

"I want to go home and take you back."

After Hojo Makoto took care of her clothes, he took her hand to the entrance and said, "Put on your shoes yourself."

"I thought you would help me wear it if you were so obsessed with my feet."

My wife Lan mocked and said authentic.

"Note your wording."

Makoto Hojo felt that my wife Arashi’s proposal was good, so he let her sit on the ground and chose a pair of cute sandals to put on her tender jade feet.

"It's a miracle that my feet have not been defiled by you."

My wife Lan curled her lips.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Makoto Hojo pulled her up, glanced at her perky little butt, and said:

"There is a supermarket downstairs in your house. You should be able to walk with such a little road, right? Does it still hurt?"

"Your care will make me feel disgusted."

My wife Lan frowned and turned her back to avoid his sight.

"Go away."

Makoto Hojo led her out the door. Judging from the expression she frowned when she took steps, she probably hadn't recovered yet, but it was still no problem to walk.

"Che..."

He suddenly laughed out loud, and my wife Lan looked at him with a cold face, squinted her beautiful eyes and said, "Why are you laughing at?"

"My wife classmate, your walking posture now allows you to see at a glance how you are treated."

Hojo Makoto said in a teasing way that his words probably made my wife Arashi feel ashamed, and she couldn't help but lift her foot and stepped on him.

"Can't you blush with shyness?"

Makoto Hojo sighed, hugged her waist, and took the elevator to the downstairs.

A life supermarket is across the street.

He remembered that Teacher Yuji lived nearby, but the summer camp is not over yet, so there is no need to worry about being caught by her.

“Do you want to sit in the shopping cart?”

Makoto Hojo pulled a shopping cart, pushed away the stool prepared for the children, and teased my wife Arashi, who was holding her chest beside her.

"I can play the role of mom pushing you."

My wife Lan retorted.

"It's really unlovely." Makoto Hojo pinched her little face, then turned to the side and patted the pusher of the shopping cart, "Don't stand there."

"Why do I have to go shopping in the mall like a newlywed couple with you?"

My wife Arashi reluctantly pushed the shopping cart with Makoto Hojo.

"Because you are possessed by me now." Hojo Makoto stroked her hair that fell in front of her and said, "Take whatever you want to eat."

"knew."

My wife Lan is rare without any sarcastic tongue. After the warm purchase, the two returned home.

Makoto Hojo did not lie to my wife Arashi, and carefully prepared a pot of sukiyaki for her, a shiny dish from a super chef.

I guess she would think it was a slaughter?

"How does it taste?" Hojo Makoto supported his chin with his hands and looked at his wife Arashi, who was dining gracefully, "I am still a little confident in my cooking skills."

"I finally found out what you can do."

My wife Lan nodded reluctantly.

"Speaking of the summer homework hasn't been done yet."

Makoto Hojo also moved his chopsticks, picked up a piece of wagyu beef and handed it to her mouth, "Can you ask me to tutor me for my homework?"

"You are ranked third in the grade, so I need me to teach you how to study?"

My wife Arashi skillfully opened her cherry mouth and accepted the feeding of Hojo Makoto. Compared to the daily "breakfast milk", this is nothing.

"If you take the final test, I will probably be fourth. Then Senior Sister Xun will force me to go to cram school, and you won't attend summer camps. You could have avoided being humiliated by me, but now do you regret it?"

Makoto Hojo knew that if my wife Arashi didn't give him a chance, he wouldn't be able to control her, but at that time, she would arrogantly want to see what plans he had.

"I never go to upset about what has happened."

My wife Lan was unmoved and authentic.

"Then I'll feel relieved."

Hojo Makoto picked up some dishes into her bowl and said with a smile: "Eat more, you will have energy in the evening, don't faint again."

"This is lunch, I can't hold it at that time, I'll have kaiseki cuisine for dinner."

My wife Lan asked.

"Do you really treat me as a free private kitchen?"

Makoto Hojo knocked her forehead with chopsticks.

"You want to cook for me yourself."

My wife Lan said indifferently.
To be continued...