Fujiwara Shunsui stared blankly at Miya Harukiko, who had just emerged from the bathroom.
He had forgotten how long it had been since he had been so intimate with a woman.
A man and a woman, alone in a room.
Thinking of this,
Fujiwara Shunsui first mentally excluded Fukada Yua.
An "office" doesn't count!
A hot bath allowed Miya Harukiko, who was already highly stressed, to let down her guard.
She became as soft as if she had melted.
The steamy heat in the bathroom covered the mirror with a thick layer of mist,
like frosted glass, obscuring clear reality,
and also helping Miya Harukiko forget the brief pain of last night.
She even forgot that she was currently in Fujiwara Shunsui's home.
No one can refuse a hot bath after exhaustion.
Miya Harukiko stretched with a big yawn,
and let out a comfortable sigh.
Just at that moment,
the towel wrapped around Miya Harukiko began to slip down.
In a flash,
Fujiwara Shunsui's sharp intake of breath pulled Miya Harukiko back to reality.
"Ah~ Ah!"
The belated Miya Harukiko finally realized that she had become a "true tenant."
Every move she made had already been seen by someone,
hence her flustered gasp.
Miya Harukiko tightly clutched the towel that was about to fall off,
then scurried back to the bedroom,
Fujiwara Shunsui's bedroom.
Sitting on the bed, Miya Harukiko realized her cheeks were burning hot,
she wasn't sure if it was because she had just showered.
After her heart stopped pounding so wildly,
Miya Harukiko found a few "suitable" clothes from among the many storage boxes and laid them out.
Now that she was living with another man,
she couldn't be as casual as she was at home.
So, a few long-sleeved shirts and long pants became Miya Harukiko's first choice for an outfit.
Ten minutes later,
Miya Harukiko emerged from the bedroom.
Miya Harukiko, dressed in plain black, presented a stark contrast to her previous attire.
The black, form-fitting long-sleeved top and yoga pants clung to her like a second skin, perfectly accentuating every curve of her body.
Walking to the sofa, Fujiwara Shunsui grew increasingly curious about this woman.
The yoga pants clearly outlined her full hip line, and the subtle contraction of her thigh muscles was faintly visible.
The moment Miya Harukiko turned and sat down,
her alluring waist-to-hip curve firmly captured Harumizu's gaze.
Even though he was surrounded by countless beautiful women,
a woman like Miya Harukiko, over thirty yet possessing such a figure,
made him think of only one woman who could rival her.
His ex-girlfriend, Kojou Yuna.
However, Kojou Yuna was more reserved,
but also more aligned with Miya Harukiko's current appearance,
except Kojou Yuna would pair her iconic "business attire" over her yoga pants and form-fitting long-sleeved top.
Fujiwara Shunsui felt the room getting a bit warm.
He symbolically turned his head to ease the awkwardness, only to find Miya Harukiko staring at him.
His gaze drifted as he secretly swallowed.
Seeing Fujiwara Shunsui in such an embarrassed state for the first time,
Miya Harukiko asked with a slight tease:
"What's wrong, Landlord-sama?"
Fujiwara Shunsui covered himself with his right hand, not wanting the other party to see his expression.
Now he was beginning to regret letting this woman live in his house.
Fujiwara Shunsui lowered his head and rubbed his forehead:
"I didn't expect you to recover so quickly from over a decade of emotional hurt."
Hearing Fujiwara Shunsui say this,
Miya Harukiko chuckled softly with relief:
"How should I put it, Shunsui-kun? The Mrs. Miyashun you knew died last night next door, at the hands of the man who spent countless days and nights with her and whom she deeply loved."
"But now, before you, is Miya Harukiko."
"A brand new life awaits me, and the past has nothing to do with me anymore!"
Looking at the radiant Miya Harukiko before him,
Fujiwara Shunsui couldn't reconcile her with the tearful Mrs. Miyashun from before.
His gaze shifted down a few inches.
Harumizu once again confirmed his thoughts.
This outfit indeed couldn't be compared to the former Mrs. Miyashun!
Harumizu could only secretly curse "a stat monster" in his heart,
then opened his mouth to reply:
"Harukiko-chan, you don't need to worry about anything else. I'll help you find a new place after you divorce your husband! Your husband's emotions will likely be very unstable during this time. If you need to meet him, remember to notify me."
In truth, Miya Harukiko still had many questions.
Why had her landlord suddenly become so enthusiastic towards her?
He even risked so much to break into her home and save her.
Looking at the sincere landlord,
the final answer was already swirling in her mind.
"Could Shunsui-kun have been secretly in love with me all this time?"
Thinking of this,
Miya Harukiko felt that everything made sense.
She then looked down at her outfit,
and felt that what she had done was completely unnecessary.
A life-saving kindness could not be repaid.
The story of a hero saving a beauty should have a common ending, no matter the era.
Thinking of this,
her cheeks, which had already lost their flush, began to feel slightly warm again.
Miya Harukiko began to re-examine the man in front of her.
Fujiwara Shunsui sat in the slightly cramped sofa, like a tamed mountain, instantly giving one a sense of security.
His loose casual clothes couldn't hide the exaggerated contours of his muscles.
Mrs. Miyashun's gaze moved downwards.
The bulging muscles in his chest and abdomen subtly rose and fell with his breathing.
Seeing this,
Miya Harukiko also felt a little hot, thinking:
"Being with a man like this seems pretty good!"
"Harukiko-chan, Harukiko-chan!"
Fujiwara Shunsui's call interrupted Miya Harukiko's subsequent fantasies,
pulling her back to reality once more,
back to the living room.
Miya Harukiko realized her impropriety,
and after gently touching her cheeks, she said:
"I'm not going anywhere these days. As for that man, Takahashi, he should contact me voluntarily after he's discharged from the hospital."
"Then I'll sign the divorce agreement."
"Until then, I'll have to trouble Shunsui-kun to take care of me~"
After speaking,
Miya Harukiko transformed into a lively little rabbit,
pattering barefoot to Fujiwara Shunsui, and lightly pecked him on the cheek.
Just as she was about to flee back to the bedroom, Harumizu pulled her back,
and she tumbled into Harumizu's arms.
Harumizu enveloped Miya Harukiko in his embrace.
Looking at her slightly flushed cheeks and earlobes,
Harumizu felt that,
dating games and such were no longer important at this moment.
Miya Harukiko seemed to be anticipating this moment as well.
Feeling Fujiwara Shunsui's rough and restless right hand, she did not resist,
but instead closed her eyes,
and let out a soft moan.
Fujiwara Shunsui now felt a burning fire in his lower abdomen.
Looking at the shy woman in his arms,
Harumizu felt that,
in the next moment,
he could own the world and become the happiest king on this planet.
He slowly stood up,
and picked Miya Harukiko up in his arms.
Miya Harukiko seemed to be anticipating this moment as well.
She didn't speak,
but instead buried her head in Fujiwara Shunsui's chest.
She could hear the man's heart beating fast and strong at that moment.
This was also the first time Miya Harukiko had been carried in a "princess carry."
Back in the dimly lit room,
Fujiwara Shunsui didn't turn on the light,
but gently placed Miya Harukiko on the bed.
The faint light from the living room shone on Miya Harukiko's body,
and finally disappeared into the darkness, leaving endless imagination.
With a "bang,"
Fujiwara Shunsui closed the door!
After calming his emotions, he stood outside the door and said to the inside:
"This time, consider it the price for teasing me. If there's a next time, I won't let you sleep so easily!"
The moment the door softly closed,
Miya Harukiko remained in the position he had left her, curled up in the center of the bed, as if in anticipation, and also as if in refusal.
The living room light was cut off by the door, and the darkness of the room once again enveloped Miya Harukiko.
Miya Harukiko wasn't sure what was wrong with her.
A huge sense of loss made her curl up even tighter.
But after hearing Fujiwara Shunsui say that,
it actually made her feel a little better. After secretly cursing him as a "coward" in her heart, she fell into a deep sleep... An hour later,
Fujiwara Shunsui emerged from the second bedroom, casually tossing a few crumpled tissues into the trash can.
Then he tiptoed to the entrance,
and added two more strokes to the crooked row of tally marks on the ceiling.
"What a damned temptress."
"Indulging in lust during the day is simply not my style!"
"Is this the torment one must endure while waiting for true love?"
Harumizu went into the bathroom and took a quick hot shower.
Then he drew all the curtains in the room.
What he needed to do now was catch up on sleep and regain his energy.
He didn't want anyone to disturb him.
So Fujiwara Shunsui sent a text message to Kojou Yuna.
Fujiwara Shunsui: ["Help my neighbor draft a divorce agreement, and also keep an eye on Takahashi Kazuma's news at the hospital."]
Kojou Yuna: ["Brother Harumizu is truly heartless, finding new love and forgetting the old."]
Fujiwara Shunsui felt Kojou Yuna's jealousy clearly for the first time,
but at this moment, his eyelids were fighting to stay open.
Fujiwara Shunsui: ["I'll remain pure for you! o(╥﹏╥)o, don't misunderstand me!"]
After sending this message,
Harumizu chose to ignore everything else... He didn't know how much time had passed.
Miya Harukiko woke up first.
She walked out of the bedroom and found that the sky outside was getting dark.
She looked at the clock in the living room.
It was six in the afternoon.
Miya Harukiko had already changed into simple loungewear.
Housewife duties, of course, were what she was best at.
After tidying up the living room briefly,
she prepared to go to the kitchen to make a simple dinner.
But while tidying the trash,
she noticed a strange smell in the living room's trash can.
After repeated confirmation,
she somewhat disdainfully packed up the trash from the bin.
"This man, would he rather do this than touch me!"
...Half an hour later,
whether it was the noisy sounds in the house that woke him,
or if his spirit had already returned to its optimal state.
Harumizu first let his eyes focus,
and after confirming he was awake, he walked out of the room.
Harumizu looked at everything in his home with a sense of disbelief.
He wasn't sure if this was still his home.
Although his home couldn't be described as dirty before,
"disorder" was completely acceptable to people like him.
It was like dropping a piece of gold in the desert.
No matter how much time passed, Fujiwara Shunsui could accurately find the gold's location.
In such a situation,
could you call it "disordered"?
One could only say this was a self-adaptive program for seasoned homebodies,
their own unique living arrangement!
But the scene before him was already enough to make Fujiwara Shunsui's eyes light up.
As far as his gaze reached, everything had returned to its original place and appearance,
as if the room should have always looked this way.
He turned his head to look.
Miya Harukiko in the kitchen was busy like a chef.
This scene felt like the most anticipated scenario from his previous life.
After waking up,
his considerate wife would have already prepared meals for him,
and their tidy home would be filled with their joyous laughter.
But reality was that he could never go back to the past.
At this moment, Miya Harukiko was still someone else's wife.
He was just a lonely landlord.
Miya Harukiko, who noticed Fujiwara Shunsui was awake, turned and said to him:
"I don't know what you like to eat, so I just made some things based on what was in your fridge. I hope it suits your taste."
As she spoke, Miya Harukiko was still flipping salmon in the pan with a spatula.
Fujiwara Shunsui looked at the teriyaki chicken and steamed rice on the dining table.
Next to it, miso soup simmered with soft tofu and seaweed, and there was even a pre-arranged fruit salad.
Harumizu couldn't imagine
that these dishes could be made from the ingredients in his own refrigerator.
At this moment, Fujiwara Shunsui had only one thought:
Having a "wife" at home is like having a treasure!
Of course, this "wife" didn't necessarily have to be his own wife.
She could also be like Miya Harukiko,
someone else's wife.
He hadn't expected that after thousands of years,
Fujiwara Shunsui would also experience the joy of Cao Mengde!
...The two spent a silent night.
Harumizu didn't know how to face this virtuous "wife" who had fallen from the sky,
while Miya Harukiko cleverly refrained from expressing any opinions or thoughts.
Perhaps this was the push and pull between two people in their thirties,
just like Fujiwara Shunsui facing Kojou Yuna.
The next morning,
Fujiwara Shunsui said a quick goodbye to Miya Harukiko and left.
As he walked out, Harumizu didn't know what he was thinking,
he just knew that being with this enchantress was truly a torment.
Before leaving,
Harumizu added two more strokes to the tally marks on the entrance ceiling.
Miya Harukiko witnessed this entire action.
A week later,
the tally marks on the entrance ceiling were so dense they were almost uncountable.
Fujiwara Shunsui clearly knew,
this was the ceiling's limit,
not his own.
Recently, Harumizu's routine had been exceptionally regular.
He rose with the sun,
and returned at dusk.
Nissho Taro was scheduled to be discharged tomorrow,
and he planned to celebrate Risho's discharge
by having Risho and Ojo over for dinner.
In the past,
he would definitely have chosen to just find a restaurant.
But in the past week,
Fujiwara Shunsui had personally witnessed Miya Harukiko's cooking skills,
which were simply Michelin-level.
Furthermore, Kojou Yuna hadn't replied to his messages for a week,
Fujiwara Shunsui felt it was necessary to explain things at his home.
Women, this species, actually have a stronger sense of territoriality than men.
So when two women become friends,
this kind of situation shouldn't arise!
Moreover, Miya Harukiko's divorce still needed Kojou Yuna to handle it personally.
Calculating the days,
Takahashi Kazuma's injuries should have mostly healed by now,
and this matter should also be brought to a close.