Chapter 279: Desire

In the bedroom, Utsunomiya Shuo had just finished making the bed when he received a call from Kanda Tomokazu. He put the rectangular pillow with a white pillowcase in the right position and sat down at the foot of the bed to answer the call.

"What are you doing?"

"The power is out and I don't know what to do. My phone is almost dead. I'm going to say goodbye to you for the last time."

Hearing the message "Power outage", Zhuo stood up and gently pushed open the window with his hand.

A slightly cool breeze blew.

It was dark outside the window and the moonlight was bright.

The street lights in the residential area downstairs were on. Many people were walking with their pets and girlfriends. It was so busy that I couldn't see how many people there were - in short, there was no power outage here.

"It's okay. You can move out the unused recliner at home and fan yourself with a palm-leaf fan. It will feel like you're back home. Although there are a lot of mosquitoes, they're still within the tolerable range." Zhuo suggested.

"Is this your dream? A leisurely dream."

“It’s a plan for the future.”

"Is that so..." There was a pause on the phone. "I think I saw you. You were the one who just yelled 'Damn mosquito, please disappear from the world'. You looked so cute when you were so angry."

Zhuo said expressionlessly: "It's me."

"I feel like Tokyo tonight has a completely different charm. If the usual Tokyo is a flamboyant dancer on the stage, then tonight it is a nun wearing a black veil in the hazy moonlight... Wow, I'm really good at using metaphors."

At the same time, the bathroom door opened, and hot steam came out, followed by a pleasant floral scent.

Ling wiped his wet hair with a towel, and walked out of the room wearing Utsunomiya Sou's off-white turtleneck sweater, slippers clacking on the floor, with a hair dryer in his hand.

I found an outlet next to the TV in the living room and started to blow my hair.

When Zhuo heard the noise, he stood up and planned to take a shower, then walked to the living room and opened the bedroom door.

Thinking of this, Zhuo looked over and saw Ling shaking her slightly messy hair with the hair dryer buzzing.

She was wearing that baggy outfit, as if she was wrapped in a sweater. Zhuo suppressed his inner smile and shame, and looked at Ling's whole body - then closed the bedroom door to separate the two.

"……What's wrong?"

"Put on the pants I gave you before you come out."

Zhuo's size was very different from Ling's. The sweater looked like a fluffy ball on her body - so Zhuo specially picked shorts for her. Probably because it was inconvenient, Ling didn't put on the shorts after taking a bath. Her snow-white legs were obviously light pink because she had just taken a bath.

It would be fine if she was alone, but Zhuo still hoped that she would not appear in front of him wearing only this.

Two seconds passed.

pat.

A cute pair of slippers was thrown on the bedroom door, and Utsunomiya Shuo pushed the door open when he heard the sound.

Looking over, Zero was still blowing his hair, looking at Utsunomiya Shuo without saying a word.

It seems that the wind from the hair dryer is too strong and I can’t hear the voice clearly - is that right?

"Ms. Romanov, can you please put on the pants I gave you first?" Utsunomiya Shuo said again in the same voice as before.

Ling pointed at the hair dryer to indicate that he couldn't hear.

So Zhuo said it again.

Zero also repeated the previous action.

Repeat five or six times.

“……” After a moment of silence, Zhuo covered his eyes with his hands and returned to the bedroom, closing the door again.

"I told her to be careful, but she didn't listen at all."

Zhuo sighed, admonished himself for having some crazy thoughts, and banged his forehead against the door of the room. Then the white iPhone 1 in his hand made a sound.

"wash."

"..." Zhuo paused for a second after hearing the voice, then responded: "...You are still here~"

"..." The person on the other end of the phone paused, and said in an apologetic voice: "I'm very sorry, I should have died just now."

"It's not too late now." "Zhuo."

"Can I hang up now?"

"Excuse me, was that just a romantic scene between high school students?" came a calm question from the other end of the line.

"You heard wrong."

"It's not what I thought, the story of Romanov taking a shower at your house and then accidentally opening the bathroom door and asking you for help, right?"

“…What a rich imagination.”

"You hesitated."

"Your words are too long. I need to think."

"You hesitated."

"It also requires wording."

"is it?"

"Yes."

"Did you dive in when Romanov opened the door?"

"The phone is out of battery."

Beep-beep!

Zhuo raised his hand and hung up the phone.

……

After Zero dried his hair, he placed the hair dryer back into the storage box and walked into the bedroom.

Utsunomiya Sou's clothes were a bit too loose for her. After soaking in hot water, her pink thighs and slender white calves were exposed, making her look like a street-shot girl at the forefront of Shibuya fashion.

She sat back on the bed, picked up the white iPhone 1 on the table, and asked, "What did you say?"

"...Put on the pants I gave you before coming out." Utsunomiya Zhuo looked at the back of his phone case.

"The one I wear is underneath."

While speaking, without giving Zhuo any time to think or avoid, Ling looked at his phone with one hand, and with the other hand casually grabbed the hem of his large sweater and lifted it up.

The snow-white with pink extended further, and the thought in Zhuo's mind was to turn his head quickly. This behavior was not only impolite, but also impolite...but his eyes were always one step ahead of others.

Saw the light blue shorts.

Baggy.

But they do wear it.

If peeking at girls is considered impolite, then peeking and then realizing that you are not looking at anything is not only impolite, but also very tormenting.

"So you insist that I put on pants before coming out, but in my heart I still think it's best not to wear them." Ling asked expressionlessly.

Zhuo felt embarrassed and at a loss when his thoughts were exposed. This kind of desire engraved in his bones was not controlled by the brain - but it is said that high-level emotions can dilute desires - and Zhuo's current fantasies made him feel ashamed that his emotions were not high-level enough.

"Higher emotions can indeed dilute desire, but that doesn't mean it can be eliminated. Love is one of the higher emotions, but couples who love each other will still have desire for each other."

Zero explained.

So I'm not low-class after all? But I feel so casual.

Correction is casual.
"It's possible." Zhuo nodded vaguely without commenting.

"I don't mind," Ling looked into his eyes, but Zhuo kept her eyes on the ground. She shrugged and then pushed her blow-dried hair back, "Do you need me to take it off?"

"sleep."

Utsunomiya Shuo glared with resentment, then went to sit on the spring bed and slowly lay down.

(End of this chapter)