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 fluttered, her beloved body was slightly curled up, the quilt on her chest undulated, 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.

　　 squinted for a while, Miki Kujo 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'm going to sleep, but it's still horrible.

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

　　 took off her pajamas, went to the bathroom and briefly washed her body, put on a comfortable blouse and tunic long 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, she didn’t feel that it was enough, so she was asked to do a little bit more. Looking at the information gap, she noticed the sunflower in the vase.

　　 was inserted crookedly, 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.

　　 was thinking about 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 other people touching her, including her belongings. Even the clothes are worn by herself. It is even impossible for anyone to 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, who originally thought it was a fatal maid, but it was Watanabe Toru.

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

　　 "Go, make his voice quieter."

　　 "Yes." The maid hurriedly walked toward 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." Miki Kujo put down the cup, put her hand on her face, looked at the tablet, and responded perfunctorily.

　　 Watanabe Toru walked over and drank 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 her 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 are you busy today? What is it?"

　　 "Be with you."

　　 "I want to work."

　　 "Then you stay with me."

　　 Kujo Miki pursed her mouth in disgust, and retracted her gaze.

　　 "Thank you." Watanabe Toru took the milk directly from the maid, and sat down at Miki 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? Be your son-in-law with peace of mind, 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 did it for Miki, your body!"

　　 "Talking witty all day, be honest."

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

　　 "Don't go."

　　 "That is 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 slept last night, but don't you also play with me until the middle of the night?"

　　 Kujo Miki stretched out her left foot, separated her toe from her second toe, and clamped the meat on Watanabe Toru’s waist: "Who woke me up?"

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

　　 "Don't talk about **** so nicely."

　　 "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 time off today, shall 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.

　　 Kujo Miki 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 who comes to spend the night to replace it.

　　 "What do you want to wear?" Watanabe Toru 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."

　　 "Yes." Miki Kujo lay on her back on the sofa, looking exhausted.

　　 "How about dressing up a civilian today?"

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

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

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

　　 Change 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 better.

　　Did not take the car, Watanabe Toru and Kujo Miki, holding hands, left the villa area and walked along the Mita Line to 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 roadside tree leaves, caressing every passerby;

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

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

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

　　 Across the road, there is an old man holding a dog, and another woman with shopping bags, standing at the entrance of the street waiting for the traffic lights.

　　 The two walked for about ten minutes. Miki Kujo 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 elegant thinness, she brings out the bulging of her chest.

　　 Watanabe couldn't help but reach out his arm to embrace her beautiful waist.

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

　　 "Let's 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 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.

　　 Toru 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, letting out the position inside.

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

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

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

　　 "Then tell me, what's the point of this place?"

　　 "Read the book." Watanabe Toru fell down in front of her and looked at the bookshelf by the stairs.

　　 His eyes swept past rows where he could reach: "The Asuka? This is it, I will read Tagore's poems to you."

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

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

　　 Probably, no one would come to the bookstore to rest with his girlfriend on Sunday, and even if they did, they would not sit here and read Tagore to their girlfriend.

　　 Watanabe Toru will not, except Tagore, the books on his hand are all poetry collections of 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 Collection" into the scope of the college entrance examination. Otherwise, Toru Watanabe only knows that Tagore is an Indian poet, but does not know who the author of "Asuka Collection" is.

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

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

　　 ""A human being is a newborn child, and his power is the power of growth."" Yin and Yang finished reading in a 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 will look at it again, maybe I will understand."

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

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

　　 "Read it and 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 nests in the passing years. It sings to me at night:..." After reading, Watanabe turned his head to look at Miki Kujo again, "I love you ""

"Ok."

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

　　 "Aren't you reading poems?"

"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 is holding a collection of poems in his hand, and if he ignores his nonsense, he will speak with a youthful spirit.

　　 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 are in 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 the person 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. UU看书www.uukanshu.com"

　　 Toru Watanabe put Tagore and his "Asuka Collection" aside, and reached out to hold Miki Kujo 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 held her shoulder thoroughly and kissed her mouth quietly.

　　 Kujo Miki's shoulders trembled slightly, 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."

　　 The long black hair slipped on her shoulders, and the sweet scent of Miki Kujo 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", the two were about to leave the old bookstore with no customers.

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

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

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