After the man quickly left, Yukimura Seiichi asked suspiciously, "Was he the one who hit on me?"
Jiang Nian nodded: "Yes, he just invited me to go shopping, but he was scared away when he saw you."
When Yukimura Seiichi saw the test paper and notebook in Jiang Nian's hand, he felt safe and said nothing.
At this moment, Jiang Nian saw that Yukimura Seiichi was holding a birthday cake and pizza. He immediately understood and quickly hugged Yukimura Seiichi's arm: "Jingshi, thank you."
Yukimura Seiichi lowered his head slightly and looked at the top of Jiang Nian's head. Because his hands were holding food, he couldn't rub Jiang Nian's hair, so he said, "There are too many people here. We can't do this. Let's go home quickly."
Jiang Nian pouted and strode forward.
Yukimura Seiichi looked at his girlfriend walking away angrily and shouted helplessly, "Wrong way, this way!"
After hearing this, Jiang Nian quickly turned around and followed Yukimura Seiichi, grinning awkwardly.
Yukimura Seiichi had a blank expression on his face, but he was actually trying very hard to hold back his laughter.
What to do if your girlfriend is cute but silly!
"Feel free to visit and sit wherever you want." Yukimura Seiichi placed the cake and pizza on the dining table. "The meal should be ready. I'll go check it out."
Jiang Nian changed into the smallest size slippers at the entrance, which fit perfectly, and then walked to the balcony to look outside.
After a series of events, Jiang Nian did not have a good impression of Shinjuku, but he did not expect that the location of Yukimura Seiichi's residence was quite good.
At this moment, the doorbell rang, and Yukimura Seiichi's voice came from the kitchen, "Jiang Nian, please help me pick up the package. My seal is in the drawer at the entrance."
Jiang Nian ran to open the door, and there was a courier holding a package in front of the door.
"Hello, this is your express delivery. Please confirm, stamp and sign for it."
"Wait a moment." After Jiang Nian opened the drawer, in addition to the seal, he also saw a small red box next to it.
After Jiang Nian signed for the express delivery with Yukimura Seiichi's seal, her mood was up and down, and she was looking forward to Yukimura Seiichi's proposal.
At this time, Yukimura Seiichi, wearing an apron, brought out the miso soup, then walked over to Jiang Nian and said proudly, "Open the package."
Jiang Nian was in a state of anxiety at the moment and blurted out, "Open your own package, don't order me around."
After he said that, Jiang Nian felt a little regretful, regretting that his tone was a bit harsh.
Fortunately, Yukimura Seiichi didn't really get angry. Instead, he opened the package and took out a beautifully wrapped rose: "Happy birthday, this is the first time you come to my place, I'm very happy."
Jiang Nian already understood Yukimura Seiichi's purpose in asking him to open the package. It was simply to give him a surprise.
"Thank you." Jiang Nian went forward to hug Yukimura Jingshi's waist to express his gratitude, and said softly, "Jingshi, you're the best. I shouldn't have been so mean to you just now. I'm sorry."
Yukimura Seiichi used his other free hand to rub Jiang Nian's hair vigorously. The two of them moved from the entrance to the sofa, and Yukimura Seiichi placed the flowers on the coffee table.
The hot breath of Yukimura Seiichi was in his ears, and Jiang Nian's breath was completely swallowed up by Yukimura Seiichi.
Warm hands kept wandering on Jiang Nian's lower abdomen, and Jiang Nian hugged Yukimura Seiichi who was pressing on him just by feeling.
When Jiang Nian realized that Yukimura Seiichi's hands were taking off the last piece of clothing on his body, he became so nervous that his stomach made a "gurgling, gurgling, gurgling" sound.
Yukimura Seiichi was shirtless at this time, his abdominal muscles were faintly visible, his eyes were full of desire, and the lingering scent of green grass made Jiang Nian a little dazed.
After getting up, Yukimura Seiichi picked up Jiang Nian and walked to the bedroom.
"Sorry." Yukimura Seiichi put on his clothes and took out a skirt from the closet. "Jiang Nian, after you get dressed, go eat first. I'll go take a shower, it'll be quick."
Jiang Nian slowly got dressed, washed his hands, and walked to the dining table. He unpacked the pizza and cake one by one and poured two bowls of soup.
When Yukimura Seiichi walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, moisture still lingered on his skin, and a few drops of water slid down his purple hair.
Jiang Nian stared at Yukimura Jingshi with wide eyes, swallowed his saliva and said, "Jingshi, this is not good, do you want to put on some clothes?"
Yukimura Seiichi chuckled a few times, glanced at Jiang Nian's blushing cheeks, and said nonchalantly: "It's too troublesome, I have to take it off later."
"..." Jiang Nian was speechless, only the pounding heartbeat showed his nervousness.
Dinner passed in a thrilling state amidst the two of them's tense trials. Jiang Nian slowly washed the dishes and cleaned up the table and kitchen.
Yukimura Seiichi still had the bath towel wrapped around his waist, sitting shirtless on the sofa watching Jiang Nian walking around, the corners of his lips slightly raised, as if he was confident of winning on the tennis court.
After Jiang Nian finished packing, he asked, "Can I see the other room?"
The house that Yukimura Seiichi rented was a simple two-bedroom, one-living room house. Jiang Nian guessed that the other room was the guest room, and it would be better to separate them if they were staying overnight, as they were not yet prepared.
Yukimura Seiichi took the initiative to open the door, and what caught his eye was an easel covered with a red cloth in the middle, with paints neatly arranged next to it, a few pots of daisies on the bay window, and a few tennis bags and half a basket of tennis balls on the shelf on the other side.
The room is clearly divided. The side with shelves is filled with tennis balls and other fitness equipment, while the other side contains art supplies and a desk and chair.
After entering the room, Jiang Nian saw the painting hanging on the wall. It was the one that he liked but Yukimura Seiichi refused to give to him.
The pink sycamore flowers in the painting are as beautiful as they were back then, and Jiang Nian's bicycle is still parked in the lower right corner of the painting. The painting still has the same poignant beauty as it did back then.
Yukimura Seiichi stepped forward and pulled back the red cloth, revealing a painting of the same color tone clearly before his eyes.
The same pink sycamore flowers, and a lonely bicycle next to a boy and girl in navy blue school uniforms. Although only their backs are shown, the feeling they give is completely different.
The beauty of youth and the warmth of lovers are the keynotes of this painting.
"That painting reflects my previous state of mind, and this painting is what I want to give you." Yukimura Seiichi said in a gentle voice with a faint smile.
Jiang Nian felt his heart become extremely soft, and he just wanted to convey his feelings to Yukimura Seiichi. He threw himself into Yukimura Seiichi's arms and hugged him.
Maybe, just get stuck in it. Jiang Nian already has a premonition that he will never be able to leave Yukimura Seiichi.
Yukimura Seiichi hugged Jiang Nian back, and gently stroked Jiang Nian's back with his other hand. His voice was slightly hoarse: "Let's go to the bedroom?"
Jiang Nian nodded shyly. Yukimura Seiichi's excitement was beyond words. He picked up Jiang Nian and carried her to the bedroom.
When Jiang Nian was put on the bed by Yukimura Seiichi, Jiang Nian playfully pulled off the bath towel between Yukimura Seiichi's crotch.
The green shorts with large yellow flowers printed on them were completely exposed. Jiang Nian teased, "So you're wearing shorts! I thought you were naked..."
After being teased by his girlfriend, Yukimura Seiichi's face turned red visibly, and he stammered, "It's not...you..."
When Yukimura Seiichi's breath filled his lips and teeth, Jiang Nian knew what regret was.
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