"It's hard to believe!"

Qingshui walked on the road in an instant, looking angry, and walked every step as he stepped on the broken tiles.

Qian Linya followed her helplessly.

"It's hard to believe that your so-called solution to the problem is to get them married!" Shimizu said angrily.

Qian Linya spread his hands and said, "I don't understand what you are angry about. One of them is worried about not having a tea ceremony identity, the other is worried about not having money and tea ceremony technology. The two just complement each other, getting married is just what they need."

"This is not the case when getting married! Two people who get married obviously should... should..."

She stopped, and Qian Linya also stopped.

"I really couldn't imagine it." Qian Linya said.

"I can't think of anything?"

"I didn't expect Sakura to have such a pure side."

Qingshui pursed her lips for a moment, turned her head and stared at him and said, "I'm not pure love. I just think that if I could solve the problem simply, then what did my efforts have been like before?"

Qian Linya fell into silence.

He understood a little. Perhaps Kiyomizu was not angry about this, she was putting herself into Mitsuhide Murakami.

Indeed, there are so many people pursuing Qingshuishi, and the young men of the Mitsui family are examples. As long as she finds someone to betroth herself, her previous life will not be so difficult.

"Let's just be here today," Qian Linya stretched, "Go back."

On the way back, Qingshui and Qian Linya were always separated by a punch and did not talk to him anymore.

...

After returning to the apartment, Qingshui quickly entered his room and closed the door. Qian Linya sat down in the living room.

Looking around, her own things and hers were mixed together, which had long violated the agreement between the two.

If you only look at this living room, if you don’t say it, no one would think that this is a shared house, but a house for a normal family, right?

After resting on the sofa, he stood up and went to the kitchen to prepare ingredients.

Washing vegetables, boiling water, and cooking rice. I just prepared the prelude to the cooking, and the clear water in my pajamas came out in an instant.

"What are you doing?"

Qian Linya looked at her and shook the carrot in her hand: "Can you know if you look?"

"I mean, why are you using my kitchen?"

"I used to know how to cook, so I threw this to you. Now that I can do it, I'm fine to practice it while I'm having a supper opportunity, isn't that good?"

Qingshui curled her lips in an instant, as if to cover up her smile. She wore slippers and walked slowly to the cabinet to see Qian Linya deal with the ingredients.

"What are you going to do?"

"Stewed potatoes and stir-fried vegetables."

After watching his hand on the cabinet for a while, Qingshui also walked into the kitchen, stood next to Qian Linya, and used his body to squeeze him aside.

"It seems that the craftsmanship is not good at all. I'll do it this time."

Qian Linya and her snatched the stainless steel bowl and said without any permission: "My cooking skills are obviously higher than you."

"I should show my hand to suppress you with such arrogant arrogance."

"Your arrogance should be broken by my own hands!"

The two of them were pressed together and fought for eighteen seconds. Qian Linya took the initiative to give up the position because he encountered a place he shouldn't have touched.

Qingshui was quickly dealing with the ingredients, and Qian Linya simply stood by and watched.

He found that she used to maintain her dressing style even at home, and she was impeccable in every place, except now.

Now she has long white hair and hair that is simply tied into a ponytail with a headband. She is wearing a simple goose yellow pajamas, fluffy short sleeves, and wide pajamas. Through the thin cotton pajama fabric, the color of her skin can be almost seen.

She was wearing very short shorts on the lower body. As she moved, the shorts swung together with her crotch. Her twisted body, every curve was filled with youthful vitality.

While she was working, Chi Linya hugged her arms and said, "The reason I introduced those two people to get married is because I am sure Ishida is a good man, and Murakami doesn't look like a bad woman."

"Yes." Qingshui didn't comment.

"And it seems that the two of them will be able to match their personalities."

"snort."

"If two people get along and find it right, wouldn't it be a good thing?"

Shimizu looked at him with bright eyes, tied his hair on his sideburns, and lowered his head to continue processing the ingredients: "That's just your wishful thinking."

"Yes, it's indeed my wishful thinking, but you can't say that those two people are absolutely impossible to truly love each other."

Qingshui's tone was relieved a little, and she said, "Well, I have reflected on it just now. You shouldn't lose your temper."

"Hmm?" Qian Linya was a little surprised.

"Think about it carefully, have you just been a matchmaker? Neither of them has a partner. Maybe you need to introduce it. Even if it is not out of your utilitarian idea, just looking at the results, you can't say anything wrong."

"Hmm?" Qian Linya looked like a ghost.

"...Anyway, I was a little sensitive before... By the way, why are you doing so surprised?"

Qian Linya took a deep breath and said, "Will you actually apologize to me for this?"

"Are you actually surprised by this?" Qumizu's tone became stiff again, but after a while, she laughed again.

"In your heart, am I a rather unreasonable person?"

"I think your temper was not worthy of apology from someone as proud as you. But I was wrong. Your mind is as comfortable as your appearance."

Shimizu glanced at him proudly.

She put the radish on the cutting board, cut off the leaves with a kitchen knife, and then cut it with a flat knife.

Qian Linya looked around for a while, then suddenly walked forward, stood behind her, pressed her left hand on her left hand holding the radish, and held her right hand holding the kitchen knife.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Because he suddenly got too close, Qingshui's voice trembled a little.

"If you have any improvement in your cooking skills, it is knife skills. Come and let me teach you the correct posture for holding the knife."

The breathing passed through Qingshui's ears in an instant, tugging her hair. Her body began to become weak, and her hands were almost unable to hold the knife.

"Hurry, leave quickly, you are harassing..."

Qingshui bowed his back and tried to keep him away from him, but his buttocks rubbed against a hard thing, and a red glow suddenly flew on his face.

"Don't move around, be careful of the knife being cut!" Qian Linya was still scoundrel and refused to let go.

Qingshui Shina is really a wonderful girl. When she takes the initiative, she can't even resist the offensive, but once she starts to take the initiative, she moves like a weak willow blow.

What a glass cannon with high attack and low defense.

But he also thought this was quite cute.

His chin crossed Qingshui's shoulders, looked at the innocent radish on the chopping board, and said in Qingshui's ear: "This radish is quite cute, isn't it?"

"What's the matter with other people's carrots? Don't talk about the topic. You are so scoundrel, I'm starting to worry about whether you should continue living with you."

“Live together…”

"Don't be entangled with the details of these words!"

The two of them turned their heads and looked at each other for a few seconds.

Then start kissing.

I don’t know how long it took, “Dang!” sounded. When Qian Linya opened his eyes quickly, he saw the kitchen knife falling to his feet, and the toes in the tip of the knife were only a few centimeters away.

"Hey, this is too dangerous. Don't kiss with such a sharp weapon in the future..."

He let go of Qingshui's hand and was about to pick up the kitchen knife on the ground, so she was able to escape. After turning around, she clamped his face with both hands, forcibly broke his head, and then kissed him hard.

Under the invasion of two thin lips, Qian Linya had to give up picking up the kitchen knife and put his hands on Qingshui's slender waist.

"Linya..."

"cherry."

The girl put her palm on her boyfriend's chest, sometimes clenched and sometimes loosened.

The space that belongs to only two people, and the moment that belongs to two people. Such happiness is like a dream. It is too happy, so happiness is a bit unreal.

Her hands were walking around behind him and hugged him tighter.

Just as she hugged her tighter, she suddenly felt something hard at the base of her thighs.

"call."

Qingshui instantly left Qian Linya's lips, glared at him, and put his hand flexibly into his pants pocket, plucked it inside, and then...

Take out a keychain.

"Don't put hard things in your pocket until you hug me next time."
To be continued...