Tokyo landlord: why is the panties of the lady next door in my house?!-Chapter 553 - 368: Reversing into the Garage
Haruka Yuzan felt somewhat helpless. Why did every lady have such a temperament?
He hadn't done anything, yet he was scolded as a pervert.
"Don't you dare have any crooked thoughts about Shimizu, hear me?"
Chiba Seiryo pointed at Haruka Yuzan as he spoke.
Following the young lady's finger, he looked down, and then...
Well, guess anyone else would scold themselves too.
Damn it, why couldn't he hold back?
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Haruka Yuzan cleared his throat, promptly changed his sitting position, slightly bowed his body, and covered up his private area.
Seeing this, Chiba Seiryo finally turned her little head away.
Time trickled by at their fingertips, one busily working, the other peering out the window, admiring the street scenes.
The passersby came and went, each face filled with serene joy.
"I searched everywhere for peace, but found it nowhere except when I was reading a book alone. Everyone has their own life, so, Mr. Haruka, don't expect others to live like you,"
Chiba Seiryo suddenly spoke softly.
"Huh?"
Haruka Yuzan was startled, "Thomas of Kempis?"
"Didn't expect you, although a bit flirty, to have some knowledge."
Chiba Seiryo said dispassionately.
She had already forgotten the embarrassment; such a minor disturbance was nothing to the young lady.
"Thomas, a German monk, also the author of 'Imitation of Christ.'"
Haruka Yuzan leaned against the car door, looked up slightly, and observed the passersby.
"Hmph, putting on an act,"
Chiba Seiryo pouted and muttered.
"Wrong, my lady, have you used the wrong phrase?"
Haruka Yuzan was taken aback, then corrected,
"Should it be 'well-read and talented'? How is it 'putting on an act'?"
Chiba Seiryo rolled her eyes, "Haruka Yuzan, has anyone told you that you're actually very narcissistic?"
A pair of stunning and slender beautiful legs crossed together, under the sunlight, they seemed like sacred relics, too beautiful to behold directly.
Haruka Yuzan glanced then dared not keep looking: "Damn it, it had just calmed down, now it's acting up again."
Chiba Seiryo glanced at him, then lowered her head to continue her work.
As time slowly passed, the atmosphere between them also unexpectedly turned peaceful.
Haruka Yuzan watched the young lady with a serious expression, her skin creamy and delicate with a faint blush still visible, captivatingly beautiful.
The girl's demeanor, sitting there, had a third of resemblance to Chiba Shimizu.
Hmm.
Indeed, with the lady present, his swelling would never subside...
"Are you... still not okay?"
Chiba Seiryo also noticed, her expression hesitant.
Do boys usually take this long?
"Cough, I'm rather robust, so it takes a bit longer."
Haruka Yuzan said unashamedly.
As a qualified Tokyo hunk, having thick skin was essential.
If he were like a typical romantic male character, he'd probably only have the role of a sufferer.
You still blush over a few flirtatious words? Kids have long mastered the art of reversing smoothly.
Resisting such stereotypes starts from you, me, and everyone.
"Narcissist,"
Chiba Seiryo mumbled, but her watery autumnal eyes kept glancing towards Haruka Yuzan...lower body.
Every glance was quick, then just as quickly, she'd look away.
"Maybe, my lady, you could help me resolve it?"
Haruka Yuzan moved closer to the girl, smiling, "Since you're so fascinated, you must be curious, right?"
"Who says? Can't you stop being so disgusting?"
Chiba Seiryo retorted.
Haruka Yuzan, not one for the shy role, then sat next to the lady, getting close to her.
Smelling the pleasant scent she emitted, Haruka Yuzan whispered softly,
"Ms. Chiba Seiryo, I think my suggestion isn't out of line..."
Seeing the boy approaching, Chiba Seiryo trembled slightly, her cheeks flushing uncontrollably but her lips remained firm,
"If you keep spouting nonsense, I'll throw you out of this car!"
Seeing her reaction, Haruka Yuzan dropped a bombshell: "My lady, if you don't help me, then... I'll go find Shimizu."
"How dare you!"
The mention of her sister made Chiba Seiryo instantly cold.
"You can try."
Haruka Yuzan lay sprawled on the couch, stretching his body, looking every bit as carefree as a street-smart kid.
"I loaded the cool kid System."
Why act like a sentimental hero, loving up to a hundred levels, still keeping your first kiss, what's the point?
Or else, as they say:
'White Album' is a classic. Fujii Fuyumi ends up eating it, making it feel even more realistic, more empathetic.
Unlike some, whose wife exists only in a sketchbook.
