I Loaded the Love Game

The big white bed, the windows opened a little, and the light and thin curtains swayed like jellyfish under the breeze.

Nine Miki's long hair was scattered, her beloved body was slightly curled up, the quilt on her chest was raised and lowered, and she made a slight breathing sound.

After a while, she turned over in her sleep, her hair pained by being pulled.

Without opening her eyes, she raised her hand and patted towards the other side of the bed, but only the soft quilt was photographed.

After squinting for a while, Kujo Miki sat up with a yawn, the quilt slipped off, the new pajamas on her upper body were all wrinkled, and the line of the buttons on her chest broke.

This is the second set of pajamas yesterday. I said I was going to sleep, but it was still bad.

The person who made the clothes like this is gone, she just accidentally suppressed her long hair.

She took off her pajamas, went to the bathroom and briefly washed her body, put on a comfortable western shirt and tunic skirt, and walked downstairs slowly.

The maid immediately brought the prepared breakfast to the table.

Miki Kujo ate while reading the material that should have been read last night.

After eating, the usual amount was still not enough, so let people do a little more. Looking at the gap in the information, she noticed the sunflower in the vase.

The insertion was crooked, and the individual shriveled petals were not picked, and the extra leaves were not removed.

When the National Orchestral Competition is over, let him learn flower arrangement.

Thinking of this, she suddenly heard a faint rushing sound from the backyard.

Kujo Miki's face was hard to look at all of a sudden.

The backyard is a swimming pool. She doesn't like others to touch her, including her belongings, and even the clothes she wears. It is even more unlikely that anyone can enter the swimming pool.

"Who is behind?" she asked a maid next to her.

The maid lowered her head in fright by the gloom between her eyebrows, put her hands in front of her, and hurriedly replied, "It's Master Watanabe."

Kujo Miki was stunned, but she thought it was Toru Watanabe, who had thought it was a fatal maid.

This person usually goes back to morning exercises early in the morning, but he didn't leave today?

"Go, make him quieter."

"Yes." The maid hurriedly walked towards the swimming pool, taking small, fast and silent steps.

After a while, she drank a second glass of milk, and Watanabe walked in before he buttoned his shirt.

"The pool on your side is too small."

"It wasn't for you to use for fitness." Kujo Miki put down the cup, put her hand on her face, looked at the tablet, and responded perfunctorily.

Toru Watanabe walked over and drank all her milk, but still felt thirsty.

He said to the maid, "Thank you for two more glasses."

"Yes."

"I don't need it." Kujo Miki said lazily.

After the maid left, she looked at Watanabe Toru who was buttoning his shirt: "Why didn't you go back today?"

"I don't need to practice my oboe anymore."

"Aren't you practicing with Kiyano for the sports festival these past two days?" Kujo Miki said indifferently.

"That's what I have nothing to do."

"Then you have something to do today? What is it?"

"Be with you."

"I want to work."

"Then you stay with me."

Kujo Miki pursed the corner of her mouth in disgust, and withdrew her gaze.

"Thank you." Watanabe Toru took the milk directly from the maid, and sat down at Mihime Kujo, "How about, go shopping later and see what movies are there?"

"Didn't I tell you that I have a job."

"Then I will help you, just to study."

"You? An Xin being your door-to-door son-in-law, don't think of anything useless." Miki Kujo put her right leg on her left leg, and the slippers on her left foot hung on her toes, shaking gently.

"You look down on me?" Watanabe took a sip of milk. "Am I the kind of person who plots your fortune?"

"Isn't it?"

"I'm for your body, Miki!"

"Talking witty all day, be honest."

"Then are you going or not?" Watanabe asked Tetsuo.

"Don't go."

"That's to go."

"You can't hear what I said?" Kujo Miki raised her gaze, her voice awe-inspiring.

"The book I read says that what a girl says must be understood backwards, and you said you went to bed last night, but didn't you also play with me until the middle of the night?"

Kujo Miki stretched her left foot, separated her toe from her second toe, and clamped the flesh on Watanabe Toru's waist: "Who is it that wakes me up?"

"Blame you for being so beautiful, and for loving you too much." Watanabe Toru picked up her foot, put it on his lap, and squeezed it lightly.

"Don't make lecherous things so nice."

"I'm only lustful to you, that's why Miki you."

"Try to be lustful to other people." Kujo Miki said in an indifferent tone.

"Sorry, I can't do it, I don't feel anything for other people." Watanabe Toru resolutely refused.

The maids were amused by him. Miki Kujo swept around, and they immediately calmed down.

"I have taken leave today, should I go?" Watanabe patted his beautiful legs.

Kujo Miki did not speak, but looked at the tablet in her hand.

"If you don't speak, you agree!" Watanabe Toru put her legs down, drank the milk all at once, then stood up, "Go, change clothes!"

He walked behind Miki Kujo, picked up and went upstairs.

Walking on the stairs, Kujo Miki nestled in his arms and yawned and said, "Aren't your legs soft?"

"Your legs are weak?" Watanabe Toru lowered his head and asked.

"......No."

Seeing her cold eyes, Watanabe Too wisely chose to shut up.

Miki Kujo is worthy of the eldest lady. Her cloakroom is the same as the boutiques in the Aoyama 1-chome trendy shopping area. It is a large space about four meters high, and various brands regularly send the latest seasonal clothing.

Recently, men's clothing will also be delivered, which is convenient for Watanabe Toru who comes to stay overnight.

"What do you want to wear?" Watanabe put her on the sofa in the cloakroom.

"No."

"You can't be born naked, then I don't allow it, you can only be seen by me."

"Yeah." Miki Kujo lay on her back on the sofa, looking lethargic.

"How about dressing up a civilian today?"

"Yeah." Miki Kujo replied lazily, "You choose."

Toru Watanabe looked at it row by row and chose black short sleeves with a string of English letters printed on it, and then a dark red cardigan sweater with jeans on the bottom.

He chose a black and red baseball uniform jacket and black slacks.

After changing clothes, regardless of the price of the clothes, the two of them look no different from ordinary high school couples, except that they look a little bit higher.

Without taking a car, Watanabe Toru and Kujo Miki, holding hands, left the villa area and walked along the Mita Line railway towards the Jimbocho bookstore area.

It was October 11th, a Sunday afternoon, and the weather was fine.

The tram rumbling past, the sunlight passed through the yellowed tree leaves, caressing every passerby;

A couple walking oncoming, his girlfriend is holding her boyfriend’s hand, always looking at him with a smile on her face, her boyfriend also smiles in response, and the two are whispering;

Three female college students sitting on the roadside chairs, holding crepes in their hands, leaning their heads together, pouting selfies;

A group of men passing by, pushing each other, one man jumped on the back of the other man and almost overwhelmed him and fell;

On the other side of the road, there was an old man holding a dog and another woman carrying a shopping bag, standing at the entrance of the street waiting for the traffic lights.

After the two walked for about ten minutes, Kujo Miki felt her body warm, so she half took off her cardigan and hung it on her wrist.

Her figure is thin, but it feels comfortable to the touch, and then because of this natural and graceful thinness, it brings out the bulging of her chest.

Watanabe couldn't help but stretched out his arm around her beautiful waist.

"It's hot." Kujo Miki let him hold her arms, fanning her hands lightly, "Find a place to rest."

"Go there." Watanabe pointed to a bookstore on the roadside, and his eyes fell on her small white ears.

Kujo Miki nodded.

There is no air conditioner in the bookstore, but maybe because there are too many books and there are fewer people, and there is a negative layer, the temperature is much lower than outside.

The two went down the stairs, came to the negative floor, and walked to the corner.

Watanabe sat down on a chair decorated as a staircase in front of the bookshelf.

"Sit down, too." Watanabe Toru moved to the handrail of the stairs and let out the position inside.

Kujo Miki looked at the stairs, very disgusted, but sat down beside him.

"It's better to work at home in a place like this," she said.

"How come? And at the beginning of this time, your physical strength was too weak."

"Then tell me, what's the meaning of this kind of place~www.wuxiaspot.com~" Watanabe Toru fell down in front of her, and looked at the bookshelf beside the stairs.

His eyes swept over the place where he could reach: "The Asuka? That's it. I will read Tagore's poems to you."

"Can you be a little more bored?" Kujo Miki said angrily, holding her arm.

Watanabe thought for a while, and had to admit: "It's a bit boring."

Probably, no one will come to the bookstore to rest with their girlfriends on Sundays, and even if they do, they will not sit here and read Tagore to their girlfriends.

Not even Watanabe, except for Tagore, all the books on his hand are collections of poetry by unknown poets.

"Everything is silent like a mystery" by a Polish female writer, "I like everything" by Kaneko Meiling, "The Collection of Leaves of Grass" by an American poet, "Anthology of Wordsworth Poems" by a British poet...

Who knows these.

I have to thank the motherland for putting "Asuka" into the scope of the college entrance examination. Otherwise, Watanabe only knows that Tagore is an Indian poet, but does not know who the author of "Asuka" is.

Watanabe Toru patted Kujo Miki's plump thigh with his right hand, and he was supposed to comfort her.

Then, with his left hand, he opened the new "Asuka Collection" with one hand, which looked like he had just bought, but has been around for some time.

""A human being is a newborn child, and his power is the power of growth."" Yin and Yang finished chanting in frustration, Watanabe Toru turned his head to look at Miki Kujo, "What do you mean? "

"you ask me?"

"I don't understand either." Watanabe touched the meat on her leg subconsciously, and continued to read the next sentence, ""I have the stars in the sky, but, alas, the little light in my house is not lit.""

"How can Tagore win the Nobel Prize for Literature?"

"Wait a minute, Miki, you are too rude. If you don't understand, it can only prove that your education level is not enough, or your aesthetics is inconsistent."

"You are number one in liberal arts, do you understand?"

"I'll take a look again, maybe I'll understand."

Kujo Miki gave Watanabe a thorough look, and waved his squeezed hand away.

Watanabe did not miss the touch of her thighs. He held a book in one hand and turned the pages in the other. After reading it for a while, he said, "Ah, that's a good sentence."

"Let's listen." Kujo Miki responded softly, resting her elbows on her knees, holding her face in her hands, and looking at the collection of poems in his hands.

""A melancholy voice nestles in the passing years. It sings to me at night:..." After reading, Toru Watanabe turned his head to look at Miki Kujo again, "I love you ""

"Ok."

"The reaction was too cold, right? I'm saying'I love you' eh."

"Aren't you reading poetry?"

"This is called lyricism by poetry." Watanabe put on a flashy posture, "Ah, haven't I already resonated with Tagore? Miki, maybe you boyfriend me in the future will be the Nobel Prize in Literature. Winner!"

"It's hard to tell." Miki Kujo raised her chin and looked into his eyes with a smile.

He holds a collection of poems in his hand, and if he ignores his nonsense, he will be very juvenile talking.

Watanabe Toru also looked at Miki Kujo, facing the dim and bright light on the first floor, her beautiful face was dyed soft gold.

Looking at this face that belongs to him, sweetness and happiness filled my heart.

"Miki, my beautiful princess, can I kiss you?" He smiled and said softly.

"This is what Tagore said?"

"Ok."

"If you lie to me, I will punish you."

"Tagore once said that silence is a virtue, but being silent in front of someone you like is cowardice, so he will be happy to admit that he said that just now."

"Greasy mouth and tongue." Kujo Miki sneered and sneered.

"Well, I said, but it doesn't matter."

Toru Watanabe put Tagore and his "Asuka Collection" aside, and reached out to put Kujo Miki in his arms.

"Is there anything else I want to say?" He pressed her forehead and said softly, "If not, I will kiss."

"I allow it." The queen in Watanabe Toru's arms ordered.

Watanabe Toru looked into her eyes, and Kujo Miki also looked into his eyes. The two were not shy, only warm and sweet.

Watanabe put his arms around her shoulders and kissed her mouth quietly.

Kujo Miki's shoulders trembled slightly ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then her body became soft as before.

Thirteen seconds later, the two separated.

"Miki, my beautiful princess, I love you." Watanabe's sighing voice sounded between their slightly separated lips.

"I love you too."

Long black hair slipped on her shoulders, and the sweet scent of Kujo Miki's body lingered on the tip of Watanabe's nose.

In the underground bookstore of Kanda Jimbocho, the two kissed intimately again.

After enough time for Toru Watanabe to memorize "Asuka Collection", the two were about to leave the old bookstore with no customers.

When she got up, Toru Watanabe accidentally stepped on the cardigan that Miki Kujo didn't know when she slipped off, and she glared at him, but said something.

Toru Watanabe helped her pat the ashes clean and went to the counter to buy "Asuka Collection".