Chapter 643: To remain calm while sitting in a woman’s arms is a saintly state, but he can’t do that
The moonlight shines through the window and gently falls on the tatami.
Ikenami Shizuka sat beside the tatami, staring at the sleeping Hanyu Kusunoki, and sighed softly.
Her fingers seemed to have their own consciousness and unconsciously lingered in Hanyu Kusunoki's hair. She gently pushed aside the loose hair on the boy's forehead bit by bit, revealing his smooth forehead.
In this quiet moment, she thought silently in her heart that perhaps she had already become accustomed to Hanyu Kusunoki's presence in those unintentional moments, accustomed to his childlike dependence and coquettishness, accustomed to his company and protection.
"Xiao Nan..." Ikeba Jinghua whispered softly, her voice as light as the breeze on a summer night, but full of pampering and helplessness.
She knew very well that this young man had quietly walked into her life, took root in her life, and became an indispensable part of her.
After a moment, Ikebo Jinghua slowly stood up and walked to the window with light steps.
She raised her hand and grabbed a corner of the curtain, pulling it gently to completely block out the watery moonlight, and the room suddenly became a little darker.
Then she moved to the lamp, paused her finger on the switch, looked back at Hanyu Kusunoki who was sleeping on the tatami, and then pressed the switch.
Darkness instantly enveloped the entire room like a tide.
Relying on her memory and familiarity with the layout of the room, she groped her way back to the tatami, slowly sat down, then slowly lay down, adjusting herself into a comfortable position.
Hanyu Kusunoki beside her seemed to sense her approaching in his sleep and unconsciously moved towards her, rubbing his head against the pillow as if looking for a more comfortable position.
Ikebo Jinghua turned her head and looked at the boy's sleeping face quietly, with the corners of her mouth rising unconsciously. In the darkness, she gently reached out her hand, pulled the quilt over and covered them both.
Then, she slowly closed her eyes and her breathing gradually became steady and long.
However, as soon as one person closed his eyes, someone else opened his eyes.
Who can really sleep well with such a graceful and beautiful woman sleeping next to you?
Anyway, Hanyu Kusunoki couldn't sleep.
He is not Liu Xiahui.
Being able to remain calm when a woman's arms are bent is the realm of a saint.
He thought he was still far from achieving that.
Under the cover of night, some people began to do "bad things" quietly.
He held his breath and waited patiently for a while. After making sure that Chi Bo Jinghua was asleep, a large hand stealthily reached to the side under the quilt and finally landed on the slender waist of the beautiful woman.
After waiting for a while, Hanyu Kusunoki began to feel dissatisfied with the cloth blocking her exploration. She moved her fingers gradually downwards and groped in the darkness to find the hem of the clothes.
After one layer of fabric comes another layer of fabric.
But the feel of this layer of cloth was unusually silky, cool, and slightly warm, like flowing moonlight, lingering on his fingertips.
Well, it should be the queen's new clothes.
Ikebo Jinghua's eyelashes trembled, and she gradually woke up from her sleep, feeling the hands rubbing back and forth on her waist and abdomen. Her tightly closed eyes did not open, but her chest rose and fell slightly.
Someone didn't notice anything unusual at this time.
After staying for a short while and making sure that his little actions had not exposed himself, Hanyu Kusunoki became more and more courageous. Between exploring downwards and groping upwards, he chose to explore upwards first.
The moment he touched it, he instantly understood what softness and continuity meant. In just a moment, the fingertips that had been exploring the way were deeply sunk into it, as if attracted by an invisible force.
Before Hanyu Nan could send more troops to explore further, Ikenami Shizuka suddenly turned over in her sleep, from her original intimate sleeping position facing each other to a position with her back to him.
Hanyu Kusunoki: “…”
Exposed?
He doesn't believe it!
Hanyu Nan whispered tentatively: "Master, are you awake?"
The room was dark, there was no response, only a slightly rising and falling breathing sound coming from the front.
Hanyu Kusunoki blinked and understood instantly.
No one answered, so it seems that he was not exposed.
Knowing that she was not exposed, Hanyu Kusunoki became bolder. He put his arms around Ikenami Shizuka's waist from behind without hesitation, with his chest pressed against her back, feeling each other's warmth.
In the darkness, there was the rustling sound of clothing on the tatami.
The boy's fingertips sank into the silk laces, and the originally complicated bow instantly turned into a pool of spring water in his palm.
"Master's waist..." Hanyu Kusunoki suddenly leaned close to the hair behind her ear, and put his nose against her earlobe, "It's three centimeters thinner than I thought..."
Ikeba Shizuka, who had closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, could no longer maintain her calm and slowly opened her eyes.
A blush quietly crept up her delicate and dignified cheeks, but the night was too dark and no one could see her shyness and panic at the moment.
In fact, Hanyu Kusunoki already knew that Ikenami Shizuka had woken up.
He had already noticed it from her slightly stiff body and her deliberately steady yet slightly rapid breathing.
But since she didn't say anything, he pretended not to know.
This tacit "game" continues in the darkness.
The "Fifth Girl" who was driven down from the snow mountain launched another attack after regrouping. This time, relying on the young people's increasing boldness and persistence, they successfully occupied the mountain top.
After a short rest, the army headed towards the top of the mountain.
Ikeba Shizuka, who had remained silent all this time, finally couldn't help but use her right hand to hold down his left hand as it moved up under the increasingly fierce attack.
Then, a helpless sigh sounded in the quiet night, "Xiao Nan..."
"Master..." Hanyu Nan didn't give her a chance to continue. His hot lips pressed against her ear and he exhaled a warm breath, like a murmur, but also like a passionate confession: "Master, do you know? I like you, but it's not the kind of love between master and disciple."
In the darkness, Ikeha Shizuka's hands trembled slightly as if they were burned.
Hanyu Kusunoki's fingertips wandered between her fingers, like a spring breeze blowing through the cherry blossom forest, with an irresistible tenderness.
"Master, do you remember what you said when you first taught me kendo?" He rested his forehead on her tense shoulder blades. "You said that a true swordsman must look directly at his own desires - just like a blade must face the moonlight to temper its edge..."
Ikeba Shizuka felt a sour taste like plum wine rising in her throat.
There is an indescribable and inexpressible feeling that ripples in my heart.
The tatami groaned slightly.
When the beautiful woman was turned over by Hanyu Nan, her hairpin had already fallen apart.
She saw the flickering fire in the boy's eyes, a warm and persistent light burning with endless desire.