104. Be gentle to it, make it shy, and take it away, Kawashima Meiji is about to fall.
Empress Bubble Bath, Ninth Floor.
The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows from the western sky, dyeing the interior golden.
"Click~"
The door opened.
Kawashima Miki kicked off her high heels and hummed Utada Hikaru's "Beautiful World" on the way to the kitchen with two large shopping bags in her arms.
?If there is only one wish
?If it can be achieved
?I want to fall asleep next to you
?No matter where it is
?beautiful world
?I will stare at you without hesitation
?beautiful boy
?You don’t know your own beauty yet?
?it's only love
The black-wrapped soles stepped on the carpet, as soft as walking on clouds.
Kawashima Miji's heart also seemed to be floating in the clouds.
When you are happy, no matter what song you sing, you can think of yourself.
Walking into the kitchen, she bent down, slowly wrapped a week's worth of food in one of the paper bags in plastic wrap, and stuffed it into the refrigerator one by one. All kinds of the best fresh ingredients, all kinds of
Vegetables and fruits, fish and meat, milk and cheese, juice, and a dozen eggs. Less than one-third of these things are for her to eat, and the rest are prepared for Fujiwara Izaya.
No, no!
After putting the things away, Kawashima Miji took a carton of milk and leaned against the refrigerator door while sipping happily while refuting her previous thoughts in her mind.
That mean and rude kid is not a beautiful boy by any means!
snort!
Bastard bastard!
I won’t let you take the initiative.
Just wait to be sucked dry!
After drinking the milk, crush the carton and throw it into the trash can.
Kawashima Miji came to the closet carrying another paper bag.
The paper bag contained a new yukata, a few pieces of home clothes, and four short-sleeved T-shirts purchased at the Ginza shopping mall. They were all simple designs without any patterns. The size was purchased according to the body of Fujiwara Izaya in her memory.
I even bought underwear, but it was very thoughtful.
After putting away her clothes, she put on her slippers and went to the balcony to prune the succulents growing there. Taking the scissors, she cut off the excess branches one by one and trimmed them into cute and round shapes. During the ten years in Tokyo, she enjoyed having nothing to do.
Trimming the succulent while it's drying can help her calm down and think more calmly.
But……
The more she trimmed today, the more irritable she felt.
"It's true..."
"It's already six o'clock!" Kawashima Meiji raised her hand and looked at her watch, "I went out early in the morning, and now I don't even have a message. It's too abominable!"
He threw the scissors away angrily.
She returned indoors, threw off her shoes angrily, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.
The Japanese drama "No Work Today" was playing on the screen that was so big that it occupied half of the wall. The super handsome Sota Sota, an intellectual beauty with eyes, pressed the heroine in the elevator and knocked the heroine against the wall.
During this process, the heroine was still resisting at first, and then gradually became addicted to it...
How silly!
"This woman is so stupid!"
Kawashima Miji blushed, looked at the screen and cursed.
"He was hit by a wall, you kicked his balls, why don't you have the spirit to resist at all!... Well, this protagonist is not handsome enough as a kid, and this woman is not as good-looking as me... Ahhhhh, I'm thinking
What, why did you put yourself in? He was obviously knocked past me——"
Having said that.
Such a shameful thing as Bi Dong...is it really that sweet?
Fantasizing about the scene of being banged against the wall, Kawashima Miji felt her face flush and her heart beat. She hurriedly turned off the TV, covered her face with her hands and took a few deep breaths.
"ah--"
A sudden jerk.
Kawashima Miji jumped up from the sofa, jumped a few times, and jumped a few times.
"ah--"
Turning around, he fell heavily back to the sofa, hugging the pillow tightly with both hands, and holding a pillow tightly between his legs wrapped in black pantyhose.
"Well——"
"Don't think about—"
Her red face was buried deeply in the pillow, and the sound coming from Kawashima Miji became more and more fascinating.
"How can you imagine being banged by a little ghost——"
The body rolls to the right.
"Hmm -" The body rolled to the left.
"Bah~"
Lips kissing on the pillow.
The pillow sandwiched between the legs was also twisted and deformed due to the friction.
"No, Fujiwara Izaya stop—"
Kawashima Meiji screamed, folded two pillows together, then turned over and lay on the sofa, legs moving up and down.
"Kawashima Miji, listen to me!"
"Even if your body succumbs to force, your heart cannot yield!"
"At least, you can't like that kid before he confesses to him, absolutely not! Otherwise, you will completely lose -"
At this time, the phone suddenly rang.
Kawashima Miji was so frightened that her whole body trembled, and she turned her eyes guiltily, as if she was afraid of being discovered by others. After confirming that there was only one person in the room, she breathed a sigh of relief, her heart pounding, and answered the phone.
"Hello, madam~"
It's that nasty little devil!
"What's the matter?" Kawashima Meiji asked fiercely.
"I'll be home soon. I'm hungry. Cook me something delicious."
Kawashima Miji snorted and said impatiently: "No, I'm eating out by myself. Also, please use the word 'come' instead of 'come back'. This is my home, not yours!"
"No matter what, I'm really hungry."
"Let's get some dark food to poison you."
"As long as it's made by my wife, I like to eat it."
"Isn't it disgusting, you!"
"What's going on, madam? I feel like you're having trouble breathing..."
"Hang up, don't bother me -"
Hanging up the phone without hesitation, Kawashima Miji took a long breath, thinking that it was lucky that she had the wit to hang up the phone, otherwise he would definitely make fun of her.
Why are you looking for me when you are hungry?
Who do you think I am... What can I do to feed him?
Kawashima Miji lay down on the carpet, hooked out the slippers thrown under the sofa, and trotted into the kitchen with cheerful steps.
Take off the yellow apron full of life from the hook at the kitchen door, wrap it around it gently, and patiently tie the two ties into a beautiful bow around the waist.
?I want to fall asleep next to you
?No matter where it is
?beautiful world
Kawashima Miji was humming a song, while patrolling the refrigerator as if patrolling her territory, and arranging the order of cooking in her mind.
White rice or fried rice?
Fried rice tastes better... So she made fried rice with ham, mushrooms and brown rice.
I made teriyaki ribs, fried a sturgeon, boiled cauliflower and poured it with curry, and of course a bowl of fragrant tofu and wakame miso soup was indispensable.
Along with the sound of the gas stove flame burning, the light coming in from the window gradually dimmed, and night was coming.
"Well..."
Kawashima Miji looked at the steaming pot lid, feeling a little weird.
Why... It feels so strange to be able to make a meal by yourself and still be so happy. I always feel like things are starting to get bad...
The cell phone in my pocket rang again.
Kawashima Miji quickly took it out. When she saw that it was an unfamiliar number, the smile that had just appeared on her face immediately dissipated.
"Hello?" she asked formulaically.
"Excuse me, is this Ms. Kawashima?"
"Please tell me."
"Here are your flowers, please come down and hold hands."
"Flowers?"
"Yes, Mr. Fujiwara..."
"Please help me, cough."
"How can I help you?"
The word "Throw it away" was swallowed back in her throat, and Kawashima Miji's tone became kind: "I'm going down now, please wait a moment."
After putting away her phone, she put on a thin sweater, put on her shoes and went to the first floor.
In the Empress's luxurious lobby, a deliveryman was standing in front of the reception desk, carrying a large box behind him. The waiter at the reception desk was chatting with him.
"A message for Sister Meiji?"
"The name on the address is Kawashima Meiji."
"Impossible!" A girl obviously didn't believe it and turned to confirm with her colleagues, "When did Sister Meiji fall in love?"
"Perhaps it was given by a suitor." The colleague replied uncertainly.
"Hey, have you forgotten..." Another colleague came over and gossiped, "During Golden Week, Sister Meiji personally served a little boy. Afterwards, he couldn't even walk, leaving his princess
We were carrying each other from the third floor back to the ninth floor."
Kawashima Miji's face suddenly turned red.
afterwards?
When did I have an affair with him?
"Ahem," she coughed lightly, scolded the reception desk with a cold face, "No talking to each other during working hours!"
The girl who was happily discussing gossip just now was so frightened that she didn't even dare to speak out. Even the delivery boy was shocked by this aura and stared blankly at the cold and charming woman who suddenly appeared, hesitating.
Unable to confirm her identity.
"The flower is mine." Kawashima Miji told him.
At this time, she had returned to the unsmiling, aloof strong woman style she had before she met Fujiwara Izaya.
"Okay." The deliveryman quickly opened the box and took out the bouquet. "Please sign for it. There are 33 red roses + white baby's breath in total."
A large bush of bright red roses came into view, dotted with white gypsophila.
"Wow!"
“So beautiful!”
The girl at the reception desk called out first.
Kawashima Meiji's heart was beating loudly, and she took the bouquet with a sullen expression.
In the past ten years in Tokyo, she has been quite popular with men. She has been confessed to her as often as the light bulbs on the sky tree, but this is the first time she has accepted a gift from a man.
"Sister Meiji..."
At the reception desk, every girl craned her neck to look at her.
"Are you in love..." someone asked.
"No, no, cough..." Kawashima Meiji blushed, signed the delivery note, and then turned to the girl at the reception desk: "Don't discuss this matter again!"
"Oh! Sister Meiji is blushing!"
Perhaps seeing her shy expression now, the girls laughed.
Women at this time will not hold back the envy of others, so they can take advantage of this rare opportunity to make fun of their usually stern boss.
"It must be a gift from my boyfriend!"
"That's great. I also want to receive a rose from my boyfriend!"
"Wake up, you don't even have a boyfriend."
The girl at the reception desk was smiling.
"Ah... I'm so embarrassed!" Miji Kawashima smelled the fragrance of the flowers and thought to herself that the kid was really hateful. He must have wanted to make himself shy in front of so many people, so he had the flowers delivered to the lobby.
Otherwise, why didn't he bring it back himself?
Yes.
She guessed right.
Fujiwara Izaya, who had been standing at the door for a while, walked towards her.
Under the bright and brilliant lights in the lobby, her round and beautiful oval face became more vivid and bright against the backdrop of red petals.
Kawashima Miji, who was smelling the fragrance of flowers, didn't notice his approach.
Now, she is troubled by a strange and complicated mood. While warning herself not to accept her fate so easily, she feels sincerely happy at the same time.
"Madam, are you happy?"
Kawashima Miji, who was struggling in her mind, suddenly trembled all over and her hands and feet became stiff.
"Fuji...Fujiwara?"
His voice was trembling and his tongue was tied.
"Ah——" The reception desk was boiling.
Seeing the superior boss being held in the arms of a boy who looked like he had stepped out of a painting, the eyes of the young girls showed pink envy.
Fujiwara Izaya moved his hands forward and tightly hugged her waist.
"What are you doing? Many people are watching..." Kawashima Meiji held the flowers in her hands to protect her chest, blushing, and looked at him warily, "Let me go first, and then go home if you have something to do."
"Are you willing to say 'go home' now?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at her with a gentle and naughty smile in his eyes.
Meeting such loving eyes, Kawashima Miji couldn't help but feel the urge to listen to whatever he said, and her previous resistance seemed to have suddenly disappeared.
"I performed very well today." Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and got closer and closer to her sight. "As a wife, shouldn't you reward your husband after he has worked hard all day outside?"
"Madam, husband——"
The girl at the reception desk screamed like crazy.
For a moment, everyone in the lobby moved their eyes here.
"Let me go first..." Kawashima Miji turned away her red face, looked at the smooth floor of the director, and said in a low and trembling voice: "It's so embarrassing for so many people to watch. Tomorrow they will
Will laugh at me..."
"Let them laugh." Fujiwara Izaya put his chin on her shoulder and said in her ear, "The mysterious and noble empress, who is rumored to be ruthless, is now holding her slim and graceful body in her arms.
How could I be willing to let go so quickly?"
"You..." Kawashima Miji bit her lower lip.
If the cheeks are flushed, the skin is more delicate than the roses on their chests; the beautiful misty eyes are more sparkling than the crystal chandeliers above their heads.
"Hurry and hold me." Fujiwara Izaya urged.
"No, it can't be done..." Kawashima Miji lowered her head, looked at the flowers in her hand, and said as if to find a reason for herself: "Holding the flowers..."
"The flower is caught in the middle and cannot fall out." Fujiwara Izaya showed a gentle smile to her.
Kawashima Miji bit her lower lip and became confused.
"Hurry up." Fujiwara Izaya continued to urge.
"You, don't rush..."
"hurry up!"
"..."
"If you don't hug me, I will kiss you in public."
"...You, bastard!" Kawashima Miji felt a little humiliated, but there was an incredible numbness in her heart. She just resisted for a moment, then let go of her words, and went around his back with her hands, pressing him
On the broad back.
Fujiwara Izaya gently pushed her away.
The flower fell from between the two of them and landed on their feet.
"Huh?"
Kawashima Meiji was stunned.
The next second, a strong pulling force made her stick tightly to Fujiwara Izaya's arms. There were no flowers in the middle, and she could clearly feel the boy's broad chest and his strong arms.
There is no doubt about it.
The kid has a full body.
This is a body that can satisfy all the passionate fantasies of a woman.
Similarly, even through a layer of clothes, Fujiwara Izaya could clearly feel her softness.
"My wife's body is so warm."
"...Don't talk nonsense." Kawashima Miji's white little hands gently grabbed the clothes on his back, feeling the fresh mountain-forest scent on his body, and closed her eyes tightly as if she couldn't face it.
"Today we have another piece of land." Fujiwara Izaya put his nose against her ear and neck, sniffing her body fragrance, "Soon, there will be two more Asakusa shrines. There will be a third and a fourth.
A...wife wants to help me run it well."
As he spoke, his chest rose and fell slightly, and you could feel the strong beating of his heart. He was not lying at all.
Kawashima Miji opened her eyes slightly and looked at his chin that was illuminated by the light: "I won't..."
"Take your time, you have the ability to make money anyway." Fujiwara Izaya moved his hands down and grabbed her buttocks, "As the chief shrine maiden of Asakusa Shrine, the future development of the shrine depends entirely on my wife."
"..."
Kawashima Miji's eyebrows slightly furrowed.
She took her hands back from Fujiwara Izaya's back and grabbed his collar: "You just want me to be a coolie, so you let me become a miko, right?"
"Otherwise?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at her with a smile.
"snort!"
Kawashima Meiji's face turned cold.
He just turned his head away without even looking at him.
"Could it be that..." Fujiwara Izaya lifted her chin and turned her gaze back. Looking at the stubborn look on her face, he raised his eyebrows, "My wife doesn't want to show off her abilities, she just wants to rely on her beauty.
Do you want to use it as a vase at Asakusa Shrine? If so, I don’t mind, I can afford to support you anyway.”
Kawashima Miji's face looked better now.
"Besides, it's good to be concerned about making money," Fujiwara Izaya blinked, one hand pressed her butt, and the other hand moved down to find her beautiful legs, and touched the thin black stockings, "
From now on, you will be in charge of all the money in the family, and I can’t even go out and live in debauchery.”
Kawashima Meiji's face lit up: "That's pretty much it."
As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that she seemed to have been tricked by Fujiwara Izaya again. Looking at the evil smile on his face, Kawashima Miji quickly covered her face with her hands, shivering and tightening her legs, saying nothing.
She put her elbows against his chest and kept him from getting closer.
"Let's go home." Fujiwara Izaya let go of her and bent down to pick up the roses.
Kawashima Miji then let go of her hand, revealing her red face.
Holding flowers in one hand and holding his wife's gentle hand with the other, Fujiwara Izaya just stepped towards the stairs, glanced at him casually, and suddenly jumped.
Opposite him, Mr. Suzuki, a serious police officer, blushed for a long time and held back a sentence: "Little Master, what a coincidence..."
"Well, it's no coincidence..." Fujiwara Izaya felt like he should explain something, "Don't get me wrong, I'm serious..."
"Huh? You two..."
Look back.
The serious priest Ito Junya twitched the corner of his mouth and said blankly: "What a coincidence."
"Do you know each other?" Kawashima Meiji asked with a sweet smile.
Fujiwara Izaya winked wildly.
Police Suzuki was about to speak, but his mouth was immediately shut.
However, Priest Ito, who seemed to have some mental problems, nodded directly and said: "We know each other. At noon, we also made an appointment to take a bubble bath together."
"Want to take a bubble bath?" Kawashima Miji looked at Fujiwara Izaya's expression, and suddenly she became gentler than ever before.
"Uh, I just want to have a meal and chat, not talk about taking a bubble bath..." Fujiwara Izaya felt a little cold, and hurriedly let go of her hand, beckoning the other two people to walk towards the elevator, "There is a restaurant on the fifth floor.
, let’s go up.”
Kawashima Miji held flowers in both hands and followed behind with a sneer.