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Chapter 8 8. After being scrubbed by my mother, I got into my sister's bed
After eating, Tachibana Qingxian came to the bathroom.

After putting water in the bathtub, he took off his clothes and covered his lower body with a bath towel, feeling as anxious as a pony about to be forcibly saddled by a cart.

There was a door opening behind him.

Without turning his head, he knew that Mrs. Tachibana, who was wrapped in a bath towel, was walking towards him... These weird traditions in Japan are really irresistible.

"...I can do it myself."

Ju Qingxian curled up subconsciously.

"When a boy comes home for the first time, his mother has to clean himself. This is a family tradition." Mrs. Orange bent down and put the barrel on the floor.

Has this tradition?
Tangerine is not very clear.

He has no memory of his infancy.

On the day he came home from the hospital, it seemed that someone did bathe him in a new tub. He didn't remember who that person was at all, but he was definitely not his biological mother.

Mrs. Orange wiped some shower gel in her hand, then stretched out her hand with the bath towel behind his back, and said softly, "Did what happened this afternoon scare you?"

"No."

Tangerine replied sullenly.

Madam's white and tender little hands touched his back, making him shiver.

"Huh?" Mrs. Orange was stunned for a moment, then turned around and came in front of him.

Seeing Ju Qingxian's eyes closed tightly, and her small lips and nose wrinkled together, she couldn't help asking: "Did mother hurt you?"

"No……"

Tachibana closed her eyes and said.

Shame aside, it's still very comfortable.

"You little boy, what's there to be shy about?" Mrs. Orange smiled, pulled him over, and continued the lecture just now while rubbing, "Tomorrow, mother is going to meet with your father and go through your transfer procedures. Good. You follow my sister and don't run around."

Her voice is so soft and waxy, it can soften the bones of people, and there is no thought of rejection at all.

"it is good……"

Tachibana opened his eyes slightly.

The light shines on the wooden basin at the feet, and the small sparkling water waves on the water surface seem to be constantly colliding.

The tip of his nose sniffed a faint fragrance, and his wife's small hands slipperyly stroked his skin, and he was a little irritable for a while.

Confined small spaces.

The tender service of a beautiful widow.

Even though Ju Qingxian had a calm mind that far surpassed that of his peers, he was also a little confused at the moment.

Especially when Madam was half-kneeling to help him wash his face, the bath towel slid down a little bit, which made Ju Qingxian almost want to relive the memories of his infancy.

Is this the joy of ponies?
up!

It's so over the top!

After Mrs. Orange helped him wash his face, seeing his embarrassed expression, she couldn't help but wondered: "Look at how shy you are, haven't you been washed by a servant when you were a child?"

"It's gone after the age of three." Ju Qingxian said sullenly.

"What?" Mrs. Orange stopped her hand, and her expression immediately became a little angry. "How can a three-year-old child be bathed alone? The Tokugawa family is too irresponsible! How can your mother rest assured..."

Tachibana Qingxian didn't want to talk about his past at Tokugawa's house, so he didn't answer.

Mrs. Orange suddenly remembered that the child's biological mother passed away on the day he was born.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about the past." She reached out her hand and rubbed Tachibana Qingxian's face, "Now I am your mother, and I will definitely make it up to you."

"..."

Tangerine was obviously a little depressed.

It's not that it's bad, but he's really embarrassed, after all, he's 12 years old, not a three or four year old boy...

His shy and reserved appearance made Mrs. Orange amused. He held the bath towel in one hand, and started a new round of scrubbing with his left arm with the other hand. The movements were a bit too big.

Ju Qingxian didn't dare to struggle, and could only be completely crushed from head to toe by his 45-year-old wife.

He can't keep his head down.

The lady's bath towel was very short, and her beautiful white legs got out from under the bath towel, wetted by the sticky bath liquid.

He can't even look up.

After the bath towel was wet, it slipped a lot, and the skin was white and greasy.

He can't even look up.

——The neck will be tired.

In the end, he could only squint his eyes, leaving a thin gap, with a contradictory expression of wanting to look but not daring to look.

From Madam's point of view, he expressed his comfort, so he rubbed harder.

For the first time, Ju Qingxian felt that being too comfortable would actually be a kind of torture.

"Ah Qing, it's time to flush." ​​Mrs. Orange picked up the shower nozzle.

"okay."

"You take the towel off."

"..."

Tachibana opened his eyes.

Mrs. Orange knelt in front of him, a strand of wet hair stuck to the corner of her mouth, making her look extra gentle.

"You don't need to be so cautious, and it's not just one wash, what will you do in the future..." She forcibly tore open the towel while criticizing Tachibana Qingxian.

wow~
Hot water gushes from the shower head.

Mrs. Orange's slender, white fingers carefully wiped off the foam on his body, the fingertips were slippery.

"Mother seems to be a few years younger..." Ju Qingxian opened his mouth to divert his attention.

"It's old."

"You are not old at all. When you stand with my sister, you are like her sister."

Mrs. Orange smiled from ear to ear, and even rubbed Orange Qingxian with her hands much faster.

From the moment she entered the door to the present, her affection for Ju Qingxian has also grown.

This kid is really good.

Sensible, sweet-talking, well-educated, showing the responsibility that a man should have at a young age...

Mrs. Orange has always wanted to have a son, and this time getting Orange Qingxian, it really feels like a dream has come true.

Although he was a little precocious.

so what!

No matter how precocious a child is, isn't it still mother's little baby!

This comfortable yet tormenting bath was finally over, Tachibana Qingxian put on a bathrobe, and ran to Tachibana Qingxue's room with trembling legs.

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After opening the door and pressing the switch on the wall, the pale fluorescent lamps shone brightly.

Clothes and daily necessities piled up everywhere, and the messy room made Tachibana very tired.

After graduating from university, she came back here to live with her mother. All kinds of troubles and frustrations in the past two years have been deposited in every corner of the room.

She didn't even change her clothes. After drinking half a glass of wine, she fell directly on the bed, and she fell asleep quickly.

In a daze, she could hear the sirens of ships entering and leaving the port in the distance, and the sound of scooters came in through the screen window, as if a child was crying... She didn't know how long she had slept, and she opened her eyes.

In the sky in the blurred vision, one or two stars are faintly twinkling, like aviation warning lights.

"Dong Dong~"

It was the knock on the door that woke her up.

"Dong Dong~"

My sister may have fallen asleep, but when Ju Qingxian knocked on the door lightly, there was no response from inside.

He knocked twice again, before he vaguely heard a vague answer from the room that suppressed a yawn.

"Who?"

"It's me, Qing."

Ju Qingxue rubbed her eyes, and replied tiredly: "Your room is opposite, don't knock on my door."

"I'm homesick." Ju Qing looked at the doorknob that was parallel to her line of sight, and shouted crisply: "I can't sleep without talking to my sister."

Ju Qingxue rubbed her eye sockets, turned over and got out of bed.

There was a rustling sound from inside the door, and after a while, the sister, still in professional attire, opened the door with disheveled hair.

A smell mixed with alcohol and cosmetics wafted from behind her.

Looking at her sister who was blocking the door, Ju Qing showed a cute and lovable smile: "Good evening, sister."

Ju Qingxue's long black hair was tangled together, she scratched her hair and yawned sleepily: "What's the matter? Tell me quickly."

"You have this expression, as if everyone in the world hates you."

"Of course there is a grudge! Sleep is the best tonic for a woman, but you woke me up halfway. Say, how can I make up for my sister?"

"Let the younger brother go in first?" Ju Qingxian said with her face raised.

Ju Qingxue lowered her head to look at the little guy, hesitated for a moment, then turned sideways to make way for her brother to come in.

　Next week, it is estimated that the recommendation list will start, woo woo, rolling all over the floor for further reading.

　　


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