“Predecessor, wake up.”
Yuki Asahi took the initiative to shake the girl’s shoulder and shout.
Jiang Jian Yue frowned in her sleep, her bewitching face showing a more vivid expression than when awake.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, then she finally opened her eyes, the lazy pupils unwashed by the morning reflecting the boy’s face close at hand.
Good morning, who are you?
Her slowly starting brain stalled for a moment.
Then she felt a hard object pressed against her body, and Jiang Jian Yue instantly felt a little miserable—Bro, I’d rather it be a knife.
But she quickly remembered that the other party was at least a healthy boy.
If there wasn’t this reaction, that would be even more surprising.
Huff.. Act indifferent.
I’m not one of those shy girls who blush at normal physiological reactions.
Would a man blush at another man’s morning wood!?
Of course not.
So, she quietly loosened her grip on Yuki Asahi, sat up expressionlessly—then felt a sudden chill on her chest.
Looking down, two buttons had disappeared.
The cold air kissed her collarbone and a patch of fair skin without any obstruction.
The thin fabric below her delicate collarbone was open, outlining the central line of the girl’s chest, barely covering the critical area.
The air seemed to freeze.
What happened? When did they fall off?
It was fine before bed last night… Could it be that she rubbed them off while shivering from the cold at midnight?
She subconsciously glanced quickly at Yuki Asahi beside her.
Yuki Asahi had obviously noticed the girl’s body suddenly stiffen.
The Golden Eyes widened, lips parted, and a flustered blush quickly spread across his face.
His gaze bounced away like an electric shock, unable to find a place to rest, and finally fixed itself on a corner of the ceiling.
“Ah. Pre-predecessor. That…”
His throat whimpered, unable to finish a complete sentence for a while.
Chunan was like this.
Awkwardness instantly flooded the entire room.
Jiang Jian Yue drew a shaky breath, struggling to maintain a calm exterior, her slender fingers closing the collar to cover the missing button area, but the whitened knuckles betrayed her inner shyness.
Her cheeks flushed slightly.
“It’s okay.”
Adults don’t care about such trivial things.
“Mm.”
Yuki Asahi restrained himself and turned over.
He glanced at the clock on the wall and saw it was almost noon.
Sleeping in at home during class time in student days…feels great.
No, now isn’t the time to sleep in!
Jiang Jian Yue quickly sensed her sculpture surveillance and found everything normal, instantly relieved.
Although the function of the sculptures, due to the power of the light bug, could ensure they wouldn’t fail just because she was asleep…
But this was the first time using them this way, so she couldn’t help feeling uneasy.
“Predecessor…why not wear my clothes first?”
Yuki Asahi held back for a long time before finally squeezing out a complete sentence.
“Okay.”
Jiang Jian Yue pulled the blanket in front of her to cover herself, watched Yuki Asahi turn over and get out of bed, and obediently walked around the foot of the bed with his head buried.
Cute.
She suppressed the mischief stirring inside her.
Last night, she had overestimated her stamina and used sculpture transmutation too many times.
She was so tired she had no energy left to carry out her plan to lower favorability.
Now, she definitely couldn’t fool around anymore.
Yuki Asahi opened the wardrobe, head turned rigidly to the inside, groped out a hoodie, and handed it over.
“Thanks.”
He originally wanted to go straight out to avoid suspicion, but caught a glimpse of Jiang Jian Yue curling up under the blanket to change clothes.
Senior Jiang’s body was now touching his blanket without any barriers…
Adolescent boys always have a rich imagination.
Even though he couldn’t see the scene, he couldn’t help but picture it in his mind.
Tsk! Yuki Asahi, you’re too indecent!
Yuki Asahi hurriedly slapped himself to clear his mind, then turned to see Jiang Jian Yue already dressed.
She placed the white shirt on the bedside table with her wrist, then prepared to stuff the SIG Sauer P320 into her pocket.
Only then did Yuki Asahi notice there was a handgun on the bedside table, and he immediately felt uneasy.
“Is that a toy?”
Jiang Jian Yue nodded.
Just a toy that can fire 9*19mm pistol rounds.
Yuki Asahi naturally didn’t believe it, but on second thought, considering Senior Jiang’s mysterious family background, having a real gun didn’t seem so surprising.
He sensibly changed the topic.
“Hungry? It’s already noon, I’ll make you something to eat?”
Something difficult for Chuguo people to understand is that in Japan, very few boys would take the initiative to cook.
Even if a girl visits a boy’s house for a date, the one doing the cooking is usually the girl.
There’s still a bit of feudal residue.
But Yuki Asahi had no such thoughts.
Years of bullying and a cold family environment had left him uninterested in social customs and unaffected by them.
“Together.”
Jiang Jian Yue’s tone was crisp and decisive.
“No need…”
“Together.”
Jiang Jian Yue repeated like a malfunction, her tone not even changing.
“Fine.”
Yuki Asahi had always been easy to yield to those who insisted.
The Amuro Residence seemed empty during the day, rather quiet.
The two walked one after the other to the first-floor kitchen.
Yuki Asahi opened the fridge and searched for a while, finding a box of beef, a box of eel, and some vegetables.
In the corner, he also found two bottles of Futaba White Peach Juice—could these be the drinks Funae Amuro couldn’t find?
“Anyway, there’s money on hand, just replace them later.”
He thought so, taking out the ingredients with no hesitation to start cooking.
Jiang Jian Yue’s cooking skills were basically zero.
Her notable achievements included stir-frying eggs and rice into a bitter mess and landing in the hospital after eating her own green pepper stir-fry with meat.
In small group chats, “J Chu in the kitchen” was often used as a metaphor for things going disastrously wrong.
So, Jiang Jian Yue volunteered to wash the rice, then obediently retreated to the side to silently watch Yuki Asahi busy at the stove.
Yuki Asahi used a small knife to make cross cuts in the eel fillet with smooth movements, making Jiang Jian Yue’s eyes light up—she admired people with good cooking skills, and in terms of knife work, Yuki Asahi was already someone she could only look up to.
“Predecessor.”
Yuki Asahi stuffed the eel fillet into the oven, head down as he mixed the kabayaki sauce, and suddenly spoke.
His cheeks were slightly red, clearly embarrassed by Jiang Jian Yue’s constant staring.
“Can you go check if the living room is tidy?”
Oh my, is he embarrassed? Chunan is really cute.
Jiang Jian Yue suppressed the curve of her lips, nodded, and agreed.
The living room door was ajar, and after pushing it open, she saw leftover side dishes and a few empty beer cans still on the dining table.
They must have been left by Yuki Asahi’s stepfather last night.
Coming home so late and still squeezing in drinking time before bed, Japanese corporate slaves are truly terrifying.
After cleaning the dining table, Jiang Jian Yue suddenly found herself enjoying this leisurely atmosphere.
Her gaze swept over the sofa, and she saw a folded futon—Yuki Asahi’s stepfather must have slept in the living room.
The atmosphere of this family was a bit worrisome.