Chapter 118 Taking the initiative to let her sit on his arms...
At Mrs. Kawasaki's banquet, Dai Moroboshi pretended not to know the host, but he never thought that one day he would encounter such a boomerang.
Scotland and Bourbon were both present that night, and both showed their familiarity with her. For both public and private reasons, and for the safety of the morning and evening, he should not act too familiar with her to avoid any complications. At that time, his master obviously understood his meaning and also ignored his presence.
There was nothing special about the incident itself, but now, after hearing her bring up the past, the sniper codenamed Lei actually felt a subtle sense of guilt: "...That was a special case."
But if he really let her go on with her old scores, it would probably go on forever. Before Chaomu could raise his chin and start a fight, Moroboshi Dai decisively changed the subject and turned the tables, "The other day, I saw you and those two gentlemen...especially Mr. Midorikawa, you seemed so familiar with each other. For a moment, I didn't know whether I should bother you."
"And you still call Mr. Midorikawa 'godfather'. I'm really not sure..."
The implication was that he'd weighed the pros and cons, taking into account Chao Mu's feelings, before forbearing to remain indifferent to her. Furthermore, his slightly hesitant gaze almost made him want to ask her, "How many good fathers do you have?"
As expected, after he passed the blame on to others, it was Chaomu's turn to feel a little guilty.
No, why should she feel guilty? Putting aside the fact that a foster father is a foster father and a pet is a pet, they shouldn't interfere with each other. Even if she really wanted to get a second, third... tenth pet, what could Mimi say to her?
Thinking about it this way, it was clearly his fault—as the eldest son, how could he not be tolerant of his younger siblings? He should have been generous and taken the initiative to bring the kitten back for her to raise.
The short-haired girl felt guilty for only two seconds, then her wavering expression immediately firmed up. She grabbed the man by the collar and pulled him closer. "Don't change the subject. Even if I didn't come looking for you, you should have taken the initiative to come to me and cuddle with me—this is a matter of trust between owner and pet! Do you know how sad it is to see you pretending not to know me?"
Zhu Xingda: “…………”
It was hard to tell whether she was sad or not. He only saw that she was having a great time chatting with Scotland... But it was obviously useless to tell her this. If he continued talking, she would probably only get more excited.
"But it's okay, Mom forgives you."
In his helpless gaze, Chaomu patted his cheek and said magnanimously: "Just don't make mom sad next time, okay?"
...In the end, she forgave him...It was obviously him who was originally going to be held accountable.
The man with long black hair put his arm around her waist, and felt that the slight annoyance he had felt was dispelled by her.
In the end, he just sighed and rested his forehead on her shoulder: "...Thank you for your magnanimity."
"Don't just say thank you." His hair felt quite good, and Chaomu couldn't help but touch it again and again, with her fingertips touching his scalp, and she leaned towards him suggestively, "Mimi, how are you going to express your gratitude to me?"
The lips that had just been kissed moistened were slightly pouting, making the shape of "mua". A small gap was faintly visible on the soft lower lip, where he had just bitten it.
Although she usually said some weird things like "tit kiss", but after that kiss tonight, such an invitation obviously changed its meaning.
Zhu Xingda looked at her in silence. She also looked at him with her eyes open. Seeing that he didn't respond, her cheeks puffed slightly: "Mimi?"
Being so proactive, it's obvious that he's not shy at all.
...Her appearance made him feel even more...
After confirming her reaction, the black-haired sniper easily gathered his master in his arms and, following her wishes, lowered his head to kiss her. This time, Chaomu, mentally prepared and with a little experience, was much more proactive than before. After being pecked twice, she took the initiative to climb around his neck, hanging on his strong arms like a koala.
Hey…is this really something she can experience for free?
The feeling of their lips and tongues touching was wonderful, their hot skin pressed tightly against each other through the fabric. She almost hung on his neck, thinking a little confusedly.
Kissing is really comfortable - I want to kiss you a few more times.
As they kissed, she became a little restless sitting there. She sat on his lap with her back straightened, but she didn't like tilting her neck, so she motioned for him to raise her up a little.
Zhu Xingda raised the corners of his lips slightly, but did not cooperate immediately. After she glared at him a little unhappy, he suddenly strengthened his forearm muscles and let her sit on his arms.
This overlooking angle satisfied Chaomu. She cupped his cheek, lowered her head, and her lips followed the corner of his lips. The man's core strength allowed him to easily maintain this somewhat awkward position. His large palms supported her waist, and he tilted his face upwards to accept her pecks and kisses, letting her panting and wantonness run wild.
Although he actually had no relevant experience, Chaomu was very proactive and had excellent learning ability, and he quickly found pleasure in this new "daily activity."
She kissed him without any rules but very seriously, blinking and watching him, carefully observing his reaction. Zhu Xingdai's Adam's apple rolled over, his fingertips clasped at her waist, and asked in a low voice between his lips and tongue, "Is this enough?"
If this continues... I'm afraid tonight's time will evaporate.
His shoulders were broad and powerful, his chest, wrapped in his shirt, rising and falling with his breathing. Chaomu rested one hand on his shoulder and unbuttoned a button with the other. He pondered the words carefully, "Yeah, it seems it's very late... The daily updates have refreshed, and I still have to go to the trash can."
Zhu Xingda originally just wanted to confirm her thoughts, but when he heard her say that, his eyebrows couldn't help but jump slightly.
The girl in his arms had already swam away from his arms as nimbly as a fish. He watched her slip away helplessly. Her gray figure passed through the window without any reluctance and disappeared from his sight.
The black-haired sniper loosened the second button she hadn't undone, leaned back on the sofa, and adjusted his breathing. The heat that had just filled her body gradually returned as her mood calmed down, and the desire that had emerged was also suppressed.
About ten minutes later, his "master" reappeared in the bedroom, mumbling something incomprehensible like "no shipments" and "no guarantee" with his usual displeasure. Seeing that he was still sitting on the sofa, he angrily came over and grabbed his collar, "Kiss me again."
Zhu Xingda: “…………”
Even though he was always very patient, he couldn't help but feel a little helpless: "You are... um..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he was grabbed and kissed twice more. As his thoughts were in a mess, his premonition became clearer and clearer: in the days to come, he was afraid that it would be difficult for him to avoid her "nipple kissing" offensive.
...What does this look like? What is their relationship?
The young girl kissed him and then walked away without a care in the world, going to water the vegetables and fruits she grew at home. The tomatoes she grew at home were red, and she excitedly cut a few of them off, rushing into the kitchen while ordering him, "Mimi, get me an apron!"
Zhu Xingda had seen her cook, seen her make a pool of strangely colored unknown substance, and was forced to taste it - the taste was unexpectedly good, but the appearance was so terrible that after eating it, he had the illusion that he had been poisoned and that the thing was delicious.
He picked up the cat-paw apron hanging on the back of the chair in the dining room, put his arm around her waist and tied it around her. His eyes followed her swaying short hair to her fair neck. "It's still dark... Are you preparing breakfast so early today?"
And didn’t she just have a pork chop rice for supper? Why is she hungry now?
"It's a good idea to decide on the bento menu sooner rather than later—I'd like to bring a lunch box to Hagiwara-kun at noon today." Chaomu fiddled with the brightly colored, still slightly firm tomatoes, pondering the recipe with great interest. "They say one should be grateful to the person who has eaten it. Hagiwara-kun will probably be happy to take me home after having tasted my lovingly cooked food, right?"
Well, I can also bring a copy to Matsuda. Curly-haired guy may seem like a cold-faced cool guy, but in fact, he might be easier to talk to than Hagiwara Kenji. If Hagiwara refuses, she can directly focus on Curly-haired... But Hagiwara-kun probably won't refuse.
Suddenly hearing the name she didn't want to hear, the man behind her tightened his fingers and gently pinched the back of her neck. When she turned around, he said nonchalantly, "With your cooking skills... I'm sure you can easily get what you want."
Even if he originally refused, after eating such horrible food, he would most likely be knocked unconscious and forced to agree to take her home.
"That's right." Chaomu was naturally confident in his SSR-level cooking skills. "And Hagiwara-kun is also very good... Oh, okay, I won't say anything more. Mimi, stop pinching me like that?"
The big black cat withdrew its hand obediently: "Do you need me to help you?"
"Hmm..." Chaomu thought for two seconds and returned the chopping board to him. "Then please help me peel the potatoes."
She planned to make curry fish with tomato, potato and mushroom. She still had the fish she had caught in Italy in her backpack. It was a big fish she had caught with her own hands!
...Curry, tomato, potato, mushroom and fish...Is this some weird stew?
The ingredients sound quite normal, but the combination of them feels a bit subtle.
She took out a piece of ice from somewhere and put it on the chopping board. Zhu Xingda fell silent as he looked at the silver perch that was as long as his forearm. The fish was frozen hard in the ice bag, with its tail still stubbornly sticking up. There was a strange light in its eyes, as if accusing itself of the tragic fate of being made into a dark dish.
The four or five small potatoes that were pushed in front of him were still covered in dirt, obviously from the family garden. He saw her tinkering with those crops all day long, but today was the first time he knew that there were potatoes in that batch of crops.
He knew about mushrooms... but he hadn't thought they were actually edible. After all, the mushrooms she grew didn't look edible in terms of color or shape. He was a little worried that they might poison the birds that occasionally flew in through the window when he passed by.
Now, the girl had rushed to the corner of the room like a whirlwind, excitedly bringing back a few colorful mushrooms, putting them together and washing them.
Moroboshi Dai began to think about whether he should call the police for Hagiwara-kun in advance.
But maybe there is no need to do it in advance, because that gentleman is a policeman himself... If Chaomu goes to the Metropolitan Police Department to deliver lunch at noon, if something happens, won't the police be able to respond on the spot and take the person away?
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