"Please enjoy it, Tada-kun." Mai Kimura gently pushed the cup of black tea towards the boy. Qingyou thanked him, then picked up the cup and brought it to his lips and took a sip. Ok The unique sweet and mellow taste of black tea is fragrant and pure, without the slightest bitterness. The rich aroma can linger in the mouth for a long time. Yes, this black tea is quite... Wait... Qingyou raised his eyebrows, with a strange look on his face. Why the fuck is there a faint milky smell? ? Um... is it because of the creamer used to flavor coffee? ?
Chapter 62: Don’t have thoughts that shouldn’t be thought of At four o'clock in the afternoon, the little guy who was playing happily in the room gradually felt sleepy and fell into a deep sleep in Qingyou's arms. He leaned back and patted his back gently, trying to make Chun'an sleep more comfortably. "Falling asleep?" Hiroo Kimura sat over and turned down the volume of the TV. Qingyou hummed, her arms still swinging slightly, like a cradle for a baby. Her hands moved slowly and rhythmically, and the little one would sleep more soundly. Such a gentle and thoughtful gesture softened the expression on Hiroo Kimura's face. ——Xiaoyouzi is really thoughtful "Let me do it. Let Chun'an go to sleep in the bedroom." He said softly. Qingyou didn't hesitate, and immediately loosened her arms and gently moved away the little claws that were pinching her clothes. Hiroo Kimura leaned forward, stretched out his hand, and carefully held the little guy in his arms, his eyes full of doting. "Sleepyhead." He pecked Chun'an on the forehead and whispered something, and the smile on his face became more affectionate. At this time, the majestic temperament surrounding Hiroo Kimura was no longer there, and he was replaced by a kind grandfather who loved his grandson. She tiptoed towards the bedroom, very careful not to wake up her precious grandson. "so good..." Qingyou couldn't help but murmur softly. There was a hint of envy hidden in that faint voice. When he was young, he spent every day with his parents' quarrels. His mother hated him and either beat or scolded him. His father ignored him and often wandered around outside. Compared with his beloved sister, he was a superfluous existence. 嗤 What a deformed childhood
He stared at the transparent glass tea table with deep eyes, his thin lips pursed tightly, and his fingertips holding the teacup gradually turned white. It was as if a huge rock suddenly pressed on his chest, and he felt so depressed that he couldn't breathe. if... If he had a relative like Grandpa Guangxiong when he was young, would he also... "Tada-kun?" A soft voice rang in my ears, and a faint fragrance drifted in the flowing air. His dazed mind instantly returned to reality, he tilted his head and saw the intellectual and beautiful woman looking at him with gentle eyes. "What are you thinking about?" "About school matters. There will be a mid-term test in a few days." He turned around, picked up the teacup and took a sip, taking the opportunity to calm the ripples in his heart. "I see." Holding the teapot and filling the empty cup in front of the boy, Kimura Mai looked gentle and changed the subject in a soft voice, "Tada-kun, what do you think of the black tea that Auntie brewed?" "It's quite good, sweet and refreshing." Qingyou did not hesitate to praise him, and praised him in a proper manner. "Thank you." Mai Kimura smiled slightly and sat back on the sofa gracefully, showing her gentleness and virtue. "By the way, I heard that the Nanchang School where Tada-kun is is going to merge with the Sakaki Girls' School, right?" Hearing the aunt's curious question, Qingyou nodded and said, "Yes, it will be scheduled for the 5th of next month." "That's good." Her fingers slightly bent downwards, but her face remained gentle. "This is a very good thing. I guess the students of Nanchang are very happy." "It's nothing good to talk about." Qingyou said in a light tone, "It's just that there are a group of alumni. It will be more difficult to grab food in the cafeteria in the future." "Oh?" Hearing this, Kimura Mai's tone revealed just the right amount of curiosity, "After merging with Sakaki, there will be many beautiful girls. Don't you want to find a girlfriend there, Tada-kun?" "Not interested in." "Eh?" "Auntie Mai, I'm not too keen on these things at this stage. I just want to study hard in these three years of high school and get into a good university." Qingyou replied, then picked up the teacup and took a sip to moisten his throat. Ok? Why does the milk taste stronger? "That Tada-kun is really a good student who loves learning~" The fingers that were secretly clenched relaxed, and Kimura Mai curved her eyebrows and looked normal. If you listen carefully, you will find that the tone is much lighter. Qingyou obviously didn't notice this subtle change. I stared at the steaming black tea on the coffee table, but I still couldn't figure out where the milky taste came from. Could it be an illusion? Unconvinced, he picked it up again and took a few sips.
After a moment, he slowly let it go and frowned. ——It’s definitely true, but it tastes like milk "Tada-kun." Kimura Mai moved closer to the boy unnoticed, her voice soft, sensing the boy's confusion, "These black tea bags are imported from abroad, so it's normal for the taste to be a little off." ——So that’s it. Qingyou's brows relaxed, and a look of relief gradually emerged. It turned out to be a foreign product, so I wondered what was wrong with it. "These black teas are the latest ones produced overseas, and they are very expensive." Kimura Mai curled her lips, "I heard that after drinking a few cups, it is very helpful for sleeping." She emphasized the last few words, as if she was hinting at something. Qingyou didn't think much about what these tones were trying to express. His attention was all on the first half. Is it expensive? It seems to be very valuable. Hmm, I have to drink more. Thinking of this, he drank the remaining tea in the cup in one gulp. Seeing this, the light in Kimura Mai's eyes became brighter and brighter. She smiled softly and picked up the teapot again to fill it for the boy, and moved closer, "Tada-kun, drink more. Maybe these tea bags will not be produced abroad in the future." Bending sideways, the loose home clothes obviously could not cover her plump figure. Under the arc of the low neckline, her snow-white, firm and soft breasts were clearly visible. Qingyou lowered his eyes, his face calm, and did not look at it. ——Aunt Mai is a bit of an naive person. Although as a junior it is not easy for him to remind her directly, he still has to avoid her. [Fuck you, host, why did you move away again? I was almost able to see it! ] "Go play with your balls!!!" [Okay, I'm going to...wait, where the hell are the eggs? Host, why don't you go buy me one...] Qingyou immediately cut off the connection with it, indicating that he didn't want to hear another word from this hanged man. He rubbed his temples with a headache. This hanging system would make him feel uncomfortable if he didn't make it angry for a day, right? "Tada-kun, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Mai Kimura put down the teapot, sat directly next to the boy, leaned over, and spoke with concern. Looking at the beautiful face so close to him, Qingyou blinked. This distance is too close... However, when he saw the deep worry in Kimura Mai's eyes, the slight knot in his heart disappeared. "I'm just a little tired. It's nothing, Aunt Mai." After a pause, he replied. At the same time, he leaned his head back to create some distance.
The light in Kimura Mai's eyes changed, but her expression did not show gentleness. She was still gentle and considerate, "I'm glad you're okay~" How can it be okay? Tada-kun The young man in front of me is still as handsome and delicate as ever, with a pair of beautiful and clear eyes. His skin looks even whiter and smoother under the light. His long eyelashes flutter gently like a swallow's tail, and his light red lips are so tempting that you want to taste them. Mai Kimura's throat moved, and a flash of obsession and heat appeared in her eyes. The hot feeling in her body was like a volcanic eruption, making it difficult for her to suppress it. Wait a minute, wait a minute Fifteen minutes, just fifteen minutes, she will be able to... "Mai." Suddenly, a bland voice sounded in the living room, and Kimura Mai's body stiffened. The white-haired old man stood in front of the bedroom door at some point. His old but not cloudy eyes looked over and his voice was even. "It's getting late. Xiaoyouzi should go back first." "Dad." Mai Kimura pursed her lips and began to show a little panic. Hiroo Kimura ignored her and looked at the boy sitting on the sofa, impatiently urging him, "Why are you still standing there? I won't keep your dinner." "I understand, Grandpa Guangxiong, I'll leave now." Qingyou stood up helplessly. This little old man, isn't he still jealous of little Chun'an? Forget it, he is a little sleepy, so he might as well go home and take a nap. "Then I'll go back first, Aunt Mai, and I'll come to see you and Chun'an another day." After greeting politely, Qingyou stretched and then walked towards Xuanmen Pass. Looking at the boy's back, unwillingness appeared in Kimura Mai's eyes. She had prepared for this day for so long, and she really didn't want it to go to waste. He stretched out his hand and opened his mouth, wanting to say something to make amends and keep the boy, but was stopped abruptly by a warning look from Hiroo Kimura. bang- The sound of the door closing echoed slowly, but the living room fell into silence. There was no expression on the old man's face, but his eyes seemed to see through everything. Kimura Mai held her breath and began to feel uneasy. "Mai." After a long silence, the old woman spoke slowly, her voice still calm, "Remember, you are already a mother. There are certain thoughts that you should not have, and cannot have." With just one word, Kimura Mai's face turned pale instantly. His fingers tightened, his steady breathing became disordered, and his heart gradually sank to the bottom. Dad, he...
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