Chapter 272 272. I Wanted to Be a Scientist Since I was a Child
Chapter 272 272. I have wanted to be a scientist since I was a child
The blue kimono was embroidered with cloud patterns. Mizusawa Natsuye just looked at him with a smile, supporting her chin with her hand, as if she had already seen the next good show.
The water mist from the wooden barrel steamed up, blocking the space between their faces, bringing a lot of heat to the pavement.
Only the toes that looked soft, delicate, and small and white were slightly raised, as if they had just been lifted from the hot wooden barrel. Not only did the water droplets remain along the instep, but the skin also appeared white and rosy.
Minamoto Yoriguang looked at the little feet in front of him and fell silent for a moment, narrowing his eyes and looking at her face quietly.
And Mizusawa Natsuye was not in a hurry. She put her foot on the leg next to her. Even if she kept this position for a long time, she would not feel very tired.
But when she saw Minamoto no Yorimitsu like this, she seemed to feel the fun of cat and mouse, so she didn't stay in such a stalemate forever. Instead, her peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly.
Minamoto no Laiguang's expression did not change, and he continued to maintain the silence just now, intending to ignore the passing little feet.
But Mizusawa Xiaye suddenly put her soles directly on his waist and abdomen, used her soft toes to lift up the shirt he was wearing, and rubbed it against his abdomen.
"Specialist, are you turning a blind eye?"
Mizusawa Xiaye held her chin up, with a few strands of hair hanging down from her shoulders, and whispered in a playful tone:
"If you want to get something, you have to give it. Pure transaction behavior. Isn't this what the expert pursues?"
Minamoto Noraimitsu looked at her deeply and said in an unhurried voice: "I haven't promised you yet."
To be honest, when normal people see this lazy beauty in front of them and this foot, even if it is stepped on hard, they will probably be extremely excited, and they may even imagine some bad scenes in their minds.
It's just that this behavior is obviously not to satisfy a certain fetish, but to trample on his dignity that has never been touched before.
This is a clear revenge, and the other party still has what he needs. No matter how you look at it, Mizusawa Natsuya has the advantage. If Minamoto no Yorimitsu wants to retain his dignity, he will definitely not get that thing.
His unconfident words and his behavior of letting his feet lift his clothes without reacting only made the already arrogant Mizusawa Natsuye smile even more.
The toes that were originally close to his abdomen moved restlessly, twisting around like a small snake, and even pinched the skin on his abdomen.
However, just when the corners of Mizusawa Natsuye's lips were raised and she was about to continue teasing, and when she was really about to push her nose into her face, Minamoto no Yorimitsu suddenly stretched out a hand and tightly grasped the foot that had always been restless.
The toes feel warm to the touch, even a little slippery and greasy, which is indeed very different from holding the palms together.
But it was because Yorimitsu Minamoto finally stopped being silent and allowed her to touch her nose and face, it was like opening a certain air valve, and the smile that had been on Mizusawa Natsuye's face disappeared in an instant.
"Why did you interrupt me?"
This questioning voice no longer had the closeness it had just now, but instead carried the chill of winter snow in the twelfth lunar month.
The thin skin was torn into pieces just like that.
Obviously, from the moment Yorimitsu Minamoto pointed his gun at her head a few days ago, the sweet period between the two of them had invisibly come to an end.
"Because I saw the flaws, I couldn't help but interrupt you. Has this been touched before?"
When Minamoto Yorimitsu saw her showing her fangs, he actually didn't panic. Instead, he raised his fingers without blushing and without a beating heart, and then pointed at something after passing over the skin of the instep.
And right where he was pointing, on the top of Mizusawa Natsuye's calf, there was a wound that could even be called a hideous wound. Although the wound had healed long ago, it left a dark scar.
This scar is so obvious that it destroys the beauty of this calf. Anyone who comes here will have to sigh inwardly, thinking that they will lose at least two years of time.
"When I was young, I was ignorant and got burned when I participated in a bonfire party. But is this related to what happened just now?"
Pulling down the hem of the blue kimono with her hands, the soft kimono covered the scar. Mizusawa Natsuye sneered, looking at him with a sarcastic look on his lips as he talked nonsense.
"Of course it's relevant." Minamoto Yoriguang nodded, and then pushed her feet away calmly: "After all, it makes you feel bad when you see beautiful things being destroyed."
"Oh, so, what do you have to say?"
Mizusawa Natsuye had a cold expression, changing her face like a magic trick, but knowing that she had the initiative, she calmly picked up the tea bowl next to her and took a sip.
She knew Minamoto no Yorimitsu's character and knew that she had reached her limit just now, so she did not continue to provoke.
But her face has been torn, and it would be extremely difficult to get back together again. Her eyes were interested, as if she was ready to see how he could redeem himself.
"Takami, I can't talk about it, but I do suggest that you buy a pair of stockings, preferably black stockings."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu stood up and sat down next to the tea table.
"Why?" Mizuze Xiaye asked quietly.
"Scientific research has proven that women's legs look better when they wear stockings than when they don't. I'm not talking nonsense, because people are very adaptable."
"When the temperature of the legs is too low, the legs will automatically accumulate fat in order to protect themselves, and the hair will become thicker, so stockings that are both warm and slim are the best choice, preferably black stockings."
"The reason why I choose black silk is because in addition to the two functions of slimming and keeping warm, black silk has a more outstanding effect of covering imperfections. For example, the mark on Mizusawa-san's calf just now can be perfectly covered by wearing black silk."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu's voice was extremely calm, as if he was really explaining the facts, and even his sworn look sounded like a speech, which almost made Mizusawa Natsuye feel like he was watching a college student's graduation defense.
A few days ago, she would never have had the patience to listen to his nonsense, but when she thought of a message she just received yesterday, her expression became even more interesting.
Of course, the main reason was that Minamoto Raimitsu's attitude had softened, and the previous discrepancies even made him laugh. Coupled with various reasons, she was still interested in listening to him coaxing her after she failed.
"Are you done with your nonsense?"
"It's over."
"Then please pick me up and continue."
Looking at Mizusawa Natsuye's fake smile, Minamoto Yorimitsu knew that the torn face had been simply sutured, so he said in a deep voice: "If you invite me with this intention, then I can only excuse you.
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Taking retreat as a way to advance is the basic trick of green tea.
Minamoto Yorimitsu has basically understood the rules of green tea, and has thoroughly implemented the policy of learning from the foreigners to gain skills in order to control the foreigners, striving to reach a higher level.
After mastering various techniques, he has become an experienced Master Yuan.
But these tricks were like playthings in the eyes of Grand Master Shui Ze. Not only did she not stop them, she changed to a lazy posture and lay down. She picked up the folding fan next to her and waved it in front of her face, closing her eyes slightly.
"No." Mizuze Xiaye closed her eyes to rest, and there was no movement for more than ten seconds. Then she opened her eyes and looked at him, half-smiling but not smiling: "Let's go, why don't you go?"
Minamoto Yoriguang twitched the corner of his mouth: "Let's rest for a while."
Hearing this clumsy words that were already full of flaws, Mizusawa Natsuye smiled in her eyes, but she still didn't give Minamoto no Yorimitsu a good look.
"Obviously you are asking me for help, but when you get here you can't satisfy me with anything, and you still talk nonsense about scientific research. Is this scientist you yourself?"
"I have wanted to be a scientist since I was a child."
"Well, yes, you can not only satisfy your own personal preferences, but also get what you want from me."
Mizusawa Natsuye didn't hesitate to expose him. She didn't believe a word of what Minamoto Yorimitsu said just now. Every sentence was sarcastic. If she hadn't maintained her previous qualities, she would have thrown out all kinds of swear words.
Although she was rude in her words, the atmosphere in the footbath was much better than before, even better than when she first arrived, with a sense of flirting.
Minamoto Yorimitsu glanced at Mizusawa Natsuye's feet stretched out from under the wooden table on the tatami. While drinking tea with one hand, his mind changed slightly and he gently held the toes with the other hand, sighing slightly in his heart.
tone.
"I really meant what I said just now."
"Scientists speak differently. They don't even blink an eye when they lie. Why didn't you see the scar when you bullied me before? Now that you have seen it and said a lot here, what do you think I am?"
Minamoto norimitsu felt relieved when he heard this.
Although the great master spoke rudely.
But being willing to talk proves that things are still improving, and it seems that the situation is not as serious as I thought.
"In the past, I was addicted to Miss Mizusawa's beauty, so I never noticed any scars."
"You want to say that you never take me seriously?"
"It's true that I don't take it seriously. I have always taken you into my heart. I miss you almost every day and every night."
"Do you still miss me, like the way you pull up contacts in LINE and send a message, including me?"
Minamoto Yorimitsu said seriously: "Of course alone."
His attitude was honest and sincere. If Mizusawa Natsuye hadn't still remembered the hot gun barrel she took out from the hot spring water that day, she would have almost been deceived, so she still had a bad look on her face.
On the other hand, Minamoto Yorimitsu is now more at ease than before. Although he looks weak on the surface, he is calm and calm in his heart, and he has learned the trick of coaxing her well.
If you make her angry, let her vent her anger. As long as you are shameless and shameless, you will not fail. After all, women are emotional actions. Sometimes you don’t necessarily need to see the sincerity, maybe they just need an attitude.
It seemed that Minamoto Yorimitsu was powerless to fight back.
In fact, he is very stable and knows when to be conceited and when to be discerning.
Showing your enemy's weakness is also a good strategy.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense. I understand what you mean, but in the end, you have to exchange conditions."
Mizusawa Xiaye was so happy that she gradually suppressed her smile. Feeling the warm touch from the soles of her feet, she just gave him a faint glance.
Minamoto Yorimitsu raised his eyebrows slightly, stopped what he was doing and asked aloud: "Ms. Mizusawa, why don't you just tell me."
"Don't stop!" Mizusawa Xiaye said with a frown.
Minamoto norimitsu's eyelids twitched when he heard this.
I sighed silently in my heart.
Qingming, this is all for you!
If I don’t go to hell, who will?
After all, I took on everything for you!
Seeing that he continued to pinch his feet, Mizusawa Xiaye's expression relaxed a little. Then she glanced at him and said calmly: "It's not a special request. You just need to let me be better than you."
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"Which one is superior to me?" Minamoto no Yorimitsu asked.
"Of course I am superior to you in a literal sense."
Mizusawa Natsuye narrowed her eyes and said softly.
Following her explanation.
There was silence in the bathroom, and neither of them spoke for a while. The negotiation seemed to have reached a deadlock.
"Why? Don't want to? Do you regret it?"
"I'm just weird."
Before Minamoto no Yorimitsu could finish speaking, Mizusawa Natsuye interrupted him and said with a smile again:
"Don't be surprised, as long as I think it can make her angry, I will do it. She is not in good health, maybe I can make her angry more smoothly."
But this sentence made Minamoto no Yorimitsu grasp the key words in it. After recalling something, he frowned and asked: "Is there something wrong with Miss Seiko's body?"
"Oh! Don't you have a close relationship? Why didn't she tell you? I don't know anything."
Mizusawa Natsuye's face was full of surprise, and she deliberately emphasized the words "deep relationship" with a look that said, "I know I just won't tell you." Minamoto Yorimitsu frowned slightly, but for the time being, there was nothing he could do about the other party.
Speaking of Kamiya Seiko's body, Minamoto no Yorimitsu recalled that when she was in the Saga Bamboo Forest, before she left, Kamiya Seiko said she didn't have much time left.
Including later, she made an appointment to go to the Shiratori Shrine in Lake Biwa, but she just fell into half a meter of water and couldn't get up. Even when she got up, she looked frightened, panting and pale.
But before he could think about it, Mizusawa Natsuye had already retracted her feet, straightened her kimono and stood up.
"Go and turn off the lights." She said lazily, half lying there.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu sighed and propped himself up.
She just stood on the tatami, then signaled Minamoto no Yorimitsu to move the table, and asked him to turn off the lights, plunging the entire bathroom into darkness.
Darkness is always synonymous with a quiet environment.
Although he was trying to sugar-coat the situation and not throw away the shells, Minamoto no Yorimitsu was not completely weak. He even tried to deduct some rewards from the grand master.
"Miss Mizusawa, didn't you agree to deal with me severely? Why are you so far behind even the Holy Son?"
"Oh, I don't believe it, you are being stubborn."
"Only I know whether I'm being harsh or not. What you think may not be true. It's better for others to be brave enough to admit it."
"Are you saying these things to me because your body can't bear it, so you want me to hurry up?"
"No, I don't mean that. I mean, please enjoy it. Anyway, the intensity of this kind of exercise is still far behind me and the Holy Son."
"Because I feel embarrassed, I want to save face by saying this. Do you think I don't understand you men?"
Although he knew he was lying, it was not only men who felt uncomfortable when such things were compared, Mizusawa Natsuye was also unavoidable.
But after half an hour, she was even beyond her ability, but Minamoto Yorimitsu was still comparing.
In the dark foot bath, she finally couldn't help but lay down on Minamoto no Yorimitsu's shoulder and took a deep bite to vent her anger, and the latter took back the initiative.
Two hours later, Minamoto no Yorimitsu looked at the prompt in front of him and walked out of the room leisurely.
Get rid of the coaxing and weak look before.
Mizusawa Natsuye was paralyzed there, wiping the sweat from her temples with her slender fingers, watching him leave the room step by step with resentful eyes.