novellhall Chapter 121 What happened in the room?
Chapter 121 What happened in the room?
Chapter 121 What happened in the room?
Kirihara Akira's face fell.
He desperately wanted to explain, but he had indeed been doing something he couldn't tell Sen Qingye Ming. The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he felt incredibly guilty.
For some reason, after her initial disdain, Mori Kiyoha became somewhat dejected: "I know high school boys are all monkeys, but if you really need it, why don't you go find someone, why don't you go find someone..."
"Not going to look for them?" Kirihara Akira asked, puzzled.
Mori Shizue lifted her head from her sister's arms, forgetting all pretense of acting; her face was filled with utter horror, as if to say:
What are you doing?
"Not looking..." Mori Kiyoha coughed, realizing she was going a bit crazy. After stammering for a while, she said, "Yes, why don't you go look for Asahi Kasane!"
Asahi and Kanade, who were watching the show from outside the door, shivered.
What does this mean?
Asahi Kasane felt that her master had been becoming increasingly inhuman lately. Was this something a human being could say?
Kirihara Akira was silent for a moment, then let out a relieved laugh.
He said, "If you don't say anything, I'll be completely disgraced."
Mori Shizue stepped out of her sister's arms, stuck out her tongue, and said, "I'm sorry."
Mori Kiyoha snorted coldly and said, "Apologizing like this? How boring."
Kirihara Akatsuki asked curiously, "Weren't you in class?"
"I've already had six hours of classes, do you expect me to have another six?" Mori Kiyoha glared at him, flicked her silver hair, and said, "Are you hungry? Did you buy me something to eat?"
"Young Master brought back some snacks, including oden, tempura, and some small desserts," Asahi Kasana said. "I've already heated them up. Would you like to eat in the side room?"
"Okay." Mori Kiyoha nodded, then suddenly asked, "Did she come back today?"
Asahi Kasano knew she was asking about the madam, and adhering to the principle of respecting superiors, he bowed and said, "Madam went to the company this afternoon, and Shimizu has already packed dinner and a change of clothes and sent them over."
It was immediately apparent that the atmosphere at the scene relaxed after those words were spoken.
In the side hall, a table of food, incongruous with the house, steamed and awaited the guests' enjoyment.
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"Next time, don't buy food that's so oily and salty," Mori Kiyoha said.
"Then you shouldn't eat it," Kirihara Akira said.
"Chew...that won't do...chew, chew, chew," Mori Kiyoha said. "We can't waste food."
Compared to her eating habits, Shizue Mori remained as elegant as ever.
To put it bluntly, she seemed a bit aloof, as if she had never been exposed to these delicacies before. At first, she was somewhat disgusted, but as a courtesy, she added a piece of daikon radish from the oden. After taking her first bite, her eyes immediately lit up.
Two pampered young ladies, seemingly untouched by worldly concerns, were corrupted by Kirihara Akira, this "wild boy."
Kirihara Akira couldn't hold back and said, "Then I'll buy you a diet meal next time, a bunch of leafy greens without salad dressing, and delicious sweet potatoes and purple sweet potatoes. Let's see if you want to eat them."
"Is that food you're talking about?" Mori Kiyoha glanced at him sideways.
Kirihara Akira relaxed.
This relaxed daily life suits him better.
Fighting, killing, and scheming are exhausting.
The three of them ate snacks. At this moment, they felt like real family. There was no need to worry about being silent or feeling awkward. They just sat there doing nothing, and their relaxed mood flowed naturally.
Unfortunately, Mori Kiyoha could never stand the boredom of tranquility.
After the girl finished eating and drinking, she wiped her mouth, then folded the tissue she had used to wipe her mouth again and again, finally folding it into a small square.
She stared at the small square, or rather, at her own hand holding the small square.
She suddenly said, "Should I get my nails done?"
"Sure, I can recommend one to you—" Asahi Kasane said.
Mori Kiyoha rolled her eyes at her and said, "I wasn't asking you."
Just as Mori Shizue was about to speak, she was met with a glare: "I didn't ask you either."
"—You brat!" The older sister was furious. She used to be so close to Mori Kiyoha, how could she have changed like this now!
Kirihara Akira asked cautiously, "So you're asking me?"
"Is there anyone else here?" Mori Kiyoha asked in return.
"Um." Kirihara Akira looked at Mori Kiyoha's hands across the dining table, hesitated for a long time, and could only say, "It depends on your preference."
Mori Kiyoha pouted and said, "Be more straightforward, don't be ambiguous."
Mori Shizue, who was listening nearby, almost threw up the oden she had just eaten.
This girl, ever since Kirihara Akira came, has been causing trouble from time to time.
Mori Kiyoha ignored her and showed Kirihara Akira her two delicate, fair hands.
Kirihara Akira examined it for a while and said, "From my personal aesthetic point of view, a meticulously crafted and perfect work of art doesn't need any more colorful stickers on it."
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The three women fell silent at the same time.
Mori Kiyoha's face flushed slightly, but she had developed some resistance to such words over time. She glared at him fiercely and said, "Greasy man, you're disgusting!"
She withdrew her hand, and it took her a while to recover before she said, "It seems you really like hands."
Upon hearing this, Kirihara Akira and her sister Mori Shizue immediately straightened their backs.
For some reason, they always felt uneasy when they heard this.
"I'm not Kira Yoshikage," Kirihara Akatsuki thought to herself, coughing as she said, "That's true." What did she mean by that?
I never told you I like hands.
"Is that even a question?" Mori Kiyoha said meaningfully, "I can tell by where your eyes usually dart around. You look at your chest the most, and then your hands."
Of course, she made that up.
"Nonsense! I clearly saw legs and their lower parts the most!" Kirihara Akira gritted her teeth and angrily retorted, "You're slandering me!"
"Hmph." Mori Kiyoshi raised his head and said, "Then let's not talk about you, let's talk about my sister."
"Me?" Mori Shizue asked in surprise, "What does this have to do with me?"
"It has nothing to do with you?" Mori Kiyoha said dismissively, "You've been absent-minded all the time lately, and you just stare at your hands when you're not paying attention."
You were just in the same room—oh dear, it's been ages since I've been in this woman's room.
"Maybe she's lost in thought, remembering happy moments you two spent holding hands, whispering sweet nothings, or doing this and that in the room?"
Kirihara Akira broke out in a cold sweat.
The last two are completely fictitious, but the holding hands really happened, right?
He felt inexplicably guilty.
After feeling guilty, I realized something was off.
Wait a minute, why does this feel like he's having an affair behind the wife's back?
He's clearly an innocent high school boy!
"You brat, you really deserve a beating!" Mori Shizue was furious and jumped up to entangle with Mori Kiyoha, completely forgetting about her so-called image.