Chapter 71 Ghost on the bed

I have heard of sleep paralysis before, but I have never experienced it.

At this moment, Qingshui Jian was suffering from sleep paralysis.

"..."

I just woke up, but I can't move my body at all.

Qing Shuijian was not sure whether this was a dream or reality.

But it's really troublesome that I can't move. Is there anyone who can help me?

Of course, even if he called for help, no one would come to help him.

Is this a dead end? Is it so soon? Is there no way out?

"..."

It was pitch black in front of my eyes and my body was completely unable to move. This situation was extremely despairing.

Just then, a certain sound was heard.

"It's okay, dear."

"Don't worry, Shimizu-kun."

This voice, could it be...

Qing Shuijian felt very incredible.

But he still tried hard to move his lips to tell them about his current situation, hoping that they could help.

The owners of those two voices were undoubtedly Amamiya Iori and Amamiya Mido.

"Of course."

"Do not worry."

As if they heard Shimizumi's call, their hands touched his body, caressing him gently as if comforting a child.

Qing Shuijian felt a sense of relief, but at the same time he felt an indescribable fear wrapped around his whole body.

"It's okay, honey, you just need to continue to bask in my arms."

"Yes, then we can live happily together... forever."

Their hands slowly moved down, touching Shimizu's sensitive parts, while they whispered to him what he wanted them to do.

The touch of their breathing echoed in Qing Shuijian's ears, and he suddenly woke up.

"?!"

Qingshuijian kicked the quilt away and took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"Nightmare, nightmare..."

Qing Shuijian wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead and understood the reason why he had such a nightmare.

Because this room is filled with the breath of Amemiya mother and daughter.

That’s right, this is the bedroom of Amemiya Iori’s family.

Looking out the window, the early morning glow dyed the sky red.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the curtains and into the carefully decorated bedroom.

The room is full of feminine delicacy and warmth. The pink sheets, soft pillows, and exquisite decorative paintings all look so soft and comfortable.

Last night, Amemiya Mido learned from Amemiya Iori that the person who rescued her and her daughter on the train was Shimizu Mi.

So after dinner, she would do anything to keep Qingshui Jian and let him stay at her home for one night to express her gratitude.

At that time, facing the two beauties who bowed their heads to thank him at the same time, Qingshui felt embarrassed and uncomfortable, but he finally agreed.

By the way, Shimizu Mi was wearing a Kouta mask at that time. Although it is not known how Amamiya Iori noticed it, Amamiya Midoriya was still unaware of it before that.

"Thank you so much for that time. Without you, Iori and I don't know what would have happened to us. We might even have encountered something even more terrible..."

For women, being violated and defiled means being deprived of dignity, which is absolutely not allowed.

If we talk about something more terrifying, there is a possibility that you may be killed.

Thinking about it this way, Qingshui Jian is their savior.

But even so, Shimizu doesn't think of himself as a hero or anything.

After waking up a little, he changed his clothes, got up, washed up, and came to the living room. He saw Amamiya Iori busy in the open kitchen. "Dear, get up."

Hearing the footsteps, Amemiya Iori turned around. Her long black hair was cleverly tied into a high ponytail, making her look capable and energetic.

At this moment, she was wearing an apron and busy making breakfast.

Qingshuijian opened his mouth hesitantly, as if he wanted to say something, but at this moment, a strange burnt smell suddenly wafted away.

He immediately noticed the source of the strange smell - the unidentified object on the plate that was as black as charcoal.

"Sorry, I wanted to try making breakfast..."

Amemiya Midori, who was standing next to Amemiya Iori, made a shy apology.

She was also wearing an apron, but she didn't seem to be very good at this kind of housework, and even the knot of the apron was tied in a mess.

The food in front of her looked like a completely black fried egg, or maybe burnt bread? She knew it was bitter just by smelling it.

It is well known that Amemiya Iori's cooking skills are excellent, but as a mother, Amemiya Midori seems quite clumsy in this regard, which is really unexpected.

But this time, Shimizu finally understood why Amamiya Iori had developed such superb cooking skills...

"I can't understand...why my mother could make so many mistakes even though she taught you step by step."

Amemiya Iori looked at the unidentified object X in astonishment.

Even if you say that these black objects are iron ore, there will be people who believe it without hesitation.

"You kid, even though you don't look that good... but you have to try it to know how it tastes!"

Amemiya Midori's voice suddenly became louder, as if she was defending herself.

"Food tasting? There's no such thing as someone who would eat something like this, right? And... this is basically called a poison test!"

"But, but the ingredients used are all edible, so there shouldn't be any problem...right?"

Amemiya Mido turned her head and gave Shimizu a look like a puppy begging for mercy.

Amamiya Iori pointed out mercilessly: "Mom, do you want to kill my dear?"

Amamiya Mido smiled awkwardly: "No, how could that be, I just..."

"Okay, okay, Mom, stop making trouble here. If you keep wasting time like this, you'll be late for school."

Amemiya Iori pushed Amemiya Mido and urged her to leave the kitchen quickly.

"Well, that's fine..."

Amemiya Mido sighed and muttered, "I really don't have a talent for cooking," then picked up the plate of unidentified objects and went to the bathroom, probably intending to sort them out.

Now we can basically conclude that Amamiya Midori lacks cooking skills. It's not that her level is high or low, but that she has no cooking skills at all.

"Honey, please wait a little longer. Breakfast will be ready soon."

"Ah."

Unlike Amemiya Midori, Amemiya Iori skillfully took out eggs and sausages from the refrigerator, checked the heating time of the pan, and put two pieces of toast into the bread maker.

I dripped a few drops of soy sauce into the half-cooked egg, spread butter and blueberry jam on the toast, and then the kettle started to make a steaming sound.

After doing all this, Amemiya Iori poured another cup of hot water for Shimizu.

"Drink a glass of water first."

"Ah, thanks."

Qing Shuijian took the cup and took a sip. The warm feeling passed through his throat and he felt very comfortable.

In Tokyo, it seems that it is rare to find people who like to drink hot water. Some people even drink tap water directly.

While drinking the hot water, Amemiya Iori kept looking at Shimizu with a smile.

This weekend, so much has changed in just two days.

First, he helped Amemiya Iori take off the mask of her character, and then he resolved the rift between him and Amemiya Mito. Being able to have a good conversation with her was also a big deal.

It can be seen that Amamiya Iori is in an unprecedented mood.

Just as Qingshui was thinking this, the doorbell rang.

Who could it be so early?
Yesterday was Sunday and today is Monday, which means...

(End of this chapter)