mtl008 Chapter 333 Please
Chapter 333 Please
Japanese people seem to have an inexplicable obsession with the entrance hall. It seems that every habitable house, from a high-rise duplex villa with sea and river views worth tens of millions to an alternative wall-mounted house like Miao Mengqin that rents for only 700 yen a day, will be like a haunted house if there is no place to put and change shoes.
However, since they were all wall-mounted rooms, the entrance was of course extremely cramped, only allowing one person to stand. In addition, Miao Mengqin was theoretically a beauty blogger, so all kinds of shoes were piled together in a mess like rocks on the seashore. Naturally, Xiao Mutou had to take big steps as if he was wading through mountains and rivers to barely reach the living room.
"Excuse me...there's no heating."
I thought I could come in and warm up, but my hands and feet are icy, so cold, and so stiff...
He threw a pair of unworn cotton slippers into the arms of the little Mutou, who was curled up and hugging his knees, with his little feet in white socks folded up with some grievance, and his little blue head looked dejected.
Miao Meng muttered like a stingy old woman, "I'm a poor idiot who can't afford to install a heater in the living room. I'm so sorry! If you want to use the heater, please go to my room!"
"I'm sorry...I'm not cold anymore."
Miao Meng was a little crazy. Why could a casual word from Mu-chan make me feel so guilty?
His eyes unconsciously looked at his toes. He was not wearing shoes and was walking barefoot on the birch wood floor. His skin was almost as pale as his toenails due to freezing. He relied entirely on his calves to power his way through. Thanks to Xiao Mu's reminder, he realized that he was only one step away from amputation.
"...I know! Mutsuko, go to the bedroom and wait. I'll heat up the milk!"
Mortis had lived in Miaomeng's house for quite a while before. Little Mutou, who had been watching the game, naturally knew the layout and structure of Miaomeng's house. He walked into the bedroom obediently and curled up on the bed with a blanket. He warmed his feet in white socks to the floor heating and swayed his body gently to the rhythm of the alarm clock on the bedside table.
"Click, click, click..."
After about two hundred and thirty clicks, Miao Meng, who was frozen stiff, came into the room carrying two cups of steaming milk. The moment she felt the floor heating, she almost cried with happiness. Like the Madonna on the kaleidoscope window of St. Peter's Basilica, she vaguely revealed a sense of relief and liberation.
"It's so warm... Sorry, Mu-chan, I'm a little embarrassed."
"No...it's okay, Mai-chan is cute."
Putting the hot milk on the bedside table, Miao Meng jumped onto the bed with a "whoosh" just like when she lived with Mortis before. She twisted her flexible waist and curled up under the quilt. After squirming for a while, she found the direction of Xiao Mu, then pressed her chest against Xiao Mu's back, as if wrapping the cucumber girl with her whole body.
"I'm back to life..."
"Ugh, cold."
"Because we just got into bed, it won't be cold anymore after a while."
The two were silent for a while. Miao Meng rested her chin on Xiao Mu's left shoulder, and Xiao Mu's little hand holding the milk rested on Miao Meng's right knee. They just silently tasted the hot milk with sugar and butter. The room was suddenly filled with a salty and fragrant aroma.
"The last time it was like this was in the fall, when we drank scented tea."
"Hmm... it doesn't taste good."
"You mean milk?"
"No, scented tea."
"Then why didn't you say it then?"
"No...I dare not. I'm afraid you will chase me away."
In fact, during the days of living in the hospital, Xiao Mutou never drank scented tea at all, and the so-called tea drinking experience was only at the doctor's house.
Mortis is surprisingly healthy, so she looks forward to checking her phone time before bed every night. Mortis doesn't like to look at her phone, but she loves to drink tea...
When Miao Mengqin thought about how Muzi had been forcing herself to drink the scented tea she didn't like in order to please him, and had to put on a very happy expression to show him, she felt extremely guilty. She clung to Muzi's body stiffly, unable to move forward or backward.
...Now that things have come to this, it's not too late to mend the situation. No matter what Muzi says that makes you angry, Hongwen must endure it and must not lose his temper!
"Muzi, aren't you here to play with me? What's going on?"
When Xiao Mu heard Miao Meng speak so directly, he averted his gaze timidly and stammered like a little lamb, feeling guilty and pitiful.
"Yes...um, no, it's..."
"The doctor asked you to come, right? Just nod or shake your head."
Mutsuko has this personality. When she is nervous, she tends to be speechless or say the wrong thing. But sometimes she is very cheerful. It's like there are two people taking turns working in Mutsuko's head. It's really strange.
Xiao Mu closed his slightly open mouth obediently and nodded without hesitation. The ends of his green hair pricked Miao Meng's chest like needles. Although there was a thin layer of pajamas between them, it still felt a little itchy.
"Did the doctor know that Haizi and I had a fight, so he asked you to come and comfort me?"
Xiao Mu nodded obediently, then shook his head, meaning that the previous paragraph was true, but he had made it on his own initiative.
Miao Meng suddenly felt a little warm-hearted. After all this fuss, Muzi still doted on me the most. He was willing to listen to me carefully and take me seriously. He would even ask for my opinion when they went out to eat and ordered food.
Good Xiaomu, good Xiaomu!
"So, what is Mutsuko going to do?"
Miao Meng's words were not clear but a riddle.
Muzi, are you acting as a peacemaker, trying to mediate without any explanation?
Or are you planning to stand with me and find a way to make Haizi apologize to me?
Although Xiao Mutou could answer however she wanted, the old men in the cabinet with different political views could sit together leisurely, and he was reluctant to drive her away just because she favored someone.
“…Tell Chuhua!”
Looking at Xiao Mu's resolute eyes with a hint of danger, Miao Meng felt a little overwhelmed. The words of encouragement and comfort she had planned in her mind for Xiao Mu were completely useless because she had never expected this to be the answer.
"Eh? Wait, but... the doctor said we should keep it a secret, right?"
Now the radical Miao Mengqin feels that the suggestions put forward by the conservative Xiao Mutou are a bit too radical. Why don’t we think twice before acting?
"Yes, but the doctor also said," Miao Mengqin's hand was tightly grasped by the cucumber girl in his arms, and he almost lost his grip on the already empty milk cup and spilled the remaining milk. "People should be more selfish and think more. Other people's words are just for reference."
"So... Mutsuko took the doctor's words as a reference?"
"Hmm... I think the doctor might be wrong."
What's wrong, I ask? Every step up to this point has been meticulously planned. As soon as Chuhua returns, he'll be able to see everyone's live broadcast at the martial arts hall. By then, he'll definitely not dare to treat everyone with disregard...
"Chuhua shouldn't be isolated. She should also know...it will disband."
"what?"
"Everyone will have a rift in their hearts and then disband."
Xiao Mu's earnest eyes touched the already wavering Miao Meng. She subconsciously opened her mobile phone and called up Chu Hua's LINE, and the virtual keyboard was about to appear.
"Please, Mai-chan... let's call Chuhua back."