RNP Page 69
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"You've known me for a while now~ Okay, goodbye!"
Chizuru Tsukishima hung up the phone decisively with a slight smile.
She rushed into the bedroom, quickly changed into a set of casual clothes, turned off the bedroom light, grabbed her handbag, and hurriedly left home.
……
Apartment downstairs.
Qingze straddled the motorcycle, his helmet, which he had just taken off, hanging on the handlebars.
His gaze fell on the apartment entrance.
The door opened.
Chizuru Tsukishima walked out with light steps.
Her black, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her white T-shirt was stretched into an astonishing shape.
Her blue jeans clung tightly to her long, slender legs, outlining smooth and sexy curves. At first glance, they even resembled yoga pants, showcasing her hot figure to the fullest.
"Oh~ Why did you suddenly come to see me so late at night?" Tsukishima Chizuru walked to the car, her soft, seductive voice seemingly hooked, instantly making the cool summer night breeze feel hot. "Want to relieve some heat with me?"
Qingze smiled, handed her the helmet, and said, "No, I just suddenly felt a little lonely and wanted to ask you to come with me to go for a walk in Shinjuku."
"Humph~"
Chizuru Tsukishima let out a soft, ambiguous snort, took the helmet he offered, deliberately brought it to her nose and sniffed it, then frowned and exaggeratedly exclaimed, "Wow, it smells like sweat!"
She didn't actually smell anything strange, but she still pretended to complain, expressing her dissatisfaction that someone was only contacting her because they were lonely.
She then put the helmet on her head and sat sideways on the back of the motorcycle.
Qingze had no choice but to move his body forward to cooperate.
This woman's peach-shaped buttocks are so full that they take up a lot of space.
However, Qingze didn't dislike this "crowding" at all; on the contrary, he somewhat enjoyed it.
After settling in, Chizuru Tsukishima naturally reached out her right hand to wrap around Aozawa's waist from the side, pressing her body tightly against his broad back.
She tilted her head back, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe, and said in a seductive tone, "Alright~ Mr. Driver, let's go~"
"it is good."
Qingze twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle smoothly drove forward, gradually increasing its speed on the street.
Chizuru Tsukishima watched the street scenes rushing past on both sides of the road.
If she were still a teenage girl, she would probably find it exciting and romantic, and might even scream with excitement.
But now that she's an adult, her first reaction to such speed is safety.
"Hey, slow down!"
She couldn't help but gently punch Qingze's back with her left hand and complained, "I don't want tomorrow's headlines to be about a couple who caused a car accident and died because they didn't follow traffic rules."
"Don't worry," Qingze's voice, carried by the wind, reached her ears, "Even if a big truck crashes into you, I can protect you immediately and will never let you get hurt."
Hearing this, Chizuru Tsukishima felt as sweet as if she had been filled with honey, but she didn't let herself be blinded like a little girl. She remained clear-headed and scolded, "Stop bragging!"
With your body so thin and fleshy, we might accidentally become best friends!
She recalled the tragic experience of one of her close friends.
My friend's boyfriend was a big fan of racing, and one time he went too far and had a serious car accident.
After that, the two went from being close lovers to being "sisters" living in the same hospital room.
Chizuru Tsukishima had absolutely no desire to repeat the tragic experience of her friend.
Qingze smiled and didn't argue further. He simply slowed down the car to put the person in the back seat at ease.
Chizuru Tsukishima wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, pressing her cheek against his warm back.
She didn't press Qingze to explain why he suddenly felt "lonely." She felt that at such a time, it was more appropriate to tell him "I'm here" through her actions and companionship than through empty words of comfort.
Qingze maneuvered the motorcycle and made a turn at the intersection ahead.
There is a red light ahead.
Long lines of cars blocked the road, forcing the vehicles to wait in an orderly queue.
But the motorcycle's small size proved advantageous at this moment, allowing Qingze to weave nimbly through the traffic and keep moving forward.
Some drivers trapped in their cars turned their attention to the couple on the motorcycle outside their windows.
Some of them looked on with undisguised envy, while others looked with pure admiration.
Qingze rode his motorcycle to the front of the waiting line and stopped.
Right next to it was a brightly colored Lamborghini sports car, with a high-energy rock song playing inside.
The sports car driver was chatting and laughing with his female companion in the passenger seat when he inadvertently glanced out the window at Aozawa and Tsukishima Chizuru.
His smile froze instantly, and his eyes widened in disbelief.
Seriously? What's going on?
His mind went blank.
A man riding a beat-up motorcycle, with such a stunningly beautiful woman on the back?!
He stared intently at Tsukishima Chizuru, feeling that her appearance, figure, and natural charm were all the most exquisite things he had ever seen in his life.
Compared to her, the woman he brought with him in the passenger seat was like a toad compared to a peacock.
Impossible! It must be a hallucination!
The driver rubbed his eyes hard, looked out the window again, and made sure he wasn't hallucinating.
My good mood for the day was instantly shattered.
To be honest, if a woman of this caliber were sitting in the passenger seat of a bespoke Rolls-Royce, he would take it for granted.
But she happened to be sitting on the back of a beat-up motorcycle that cost less than a fraction of the price of his Lamborghini.
The stark contrast made him begin to question the meaning of life.
Then, the green light turned on.
Qingze twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle sped across the intersection.
"Didi——!"
A piercing horn blared from behind.
He was startled awake by the horn. Coming to his senses, he stared at the motorcycle's taillights disappearing into the distance, muttering dejectedly to himself, "Where did I go wrong?!"
Chapter 80 Being a womanizer is acceptable, but one must be involved in politics.
At night, the area around Shinjuku Station is brightly lit and bustling with people, creating a unique scene in Tokyo's nightlife.
The flow of people pouring out of the station's various exits was like an inexhaustible stream, including hurried Japanese people and foreign tourists holding maps and looking around.
These people quickly dispersed into the numerous entertainment venues and shops surrounding the station, enveloping the entire area in a noisy cacophony.
When people talk here, they unconsciously raise their voices, as if otherwise their words would be swallowed up by the surrounding noise.
Chizuru Tsukishima held Aozawa's left arm affectionately, a joyful smile on her face, as they strolled along the street with the crowd.
They didn't linger in clothing stores or jewelry shops; all their spending went to the various snacks along the way.
From steaming hot takoyaki to golden and crispy croquettes, from sugar-coated donuts to creamy butter cookies...
Chizuru Tsukishima only took a few bites of each item to satisfy her curiosity, and then naturally stuffed the rest into Aozawa's hands.
They even shared a cup of milk tea.
It's not that we can't afford a second cup, but rather that we enjoy the intimacy of sharing a drink together.
"Look, those little cakes from that shop look pretty good."
"Let's call it a day."
Qingze patted his noticeably bulging belly and complained, "If I keep eating like this, I'm afraid I'll become as big as Pigsy from Journey to the West."
Chizuru Tsukishima reached out and gently pressed his stomach, chuckling, "Haha, it really is! It feels so round and chubby!"
“This is all your fault,” Qingze chimed in, feigning grievance, “You have to take responsibility for her.”
"No problem~"
Chizuru Tsukishima smiled and agreed, taking his arm tightly.
The two turned around and left the bustling food street.
They went into the parking lot of a large department store and found the black motorcycle in a corner.
Qingze handed her the helmet.
While putting on the helmet, Chizuru Tsukishima couldn't help but complain, "Wearing this is useless. If I get caught by the traffic police, I'll still get fined."
Your vehicle is not permitted to carry passengers.
"It's mainly for your safety."
Qingze explained with a smile.
Chizuru Tsukishima gave him a coquettish glare and said, "If you really want to protect my safety, then you should obediently go into politics, buy me a car, and hire a few professional bodyguards."
"All you ever think about is getting me into politics," Qingze said, straddling his motorcycle and looking back at her. "Aren't you afraid that if I really become an official and have power, I'll become a womanizer?"
"It doesn't matter."
Chizuru Tsukishima sat sideways in the back seat, her right hand expertly encircling his waist. "As long as the position of the main wife is mine, and the children I bear in the future will be legitimate heirs, I won't object if you have the ability to cheat on me with several women at the same time."
She paused, then gently pinched his waist with her fingertips, a sly smile on her face, and added, "But!"
If you fail to make something of yourself and still dare to cheat on me, don't blame me for taking out a pair of scissors and 'snip' them all off!
After she finished speaking, her right hand restlessly squeezed the bullet.
Qingze let out an exaggerated cry in response and asked in return, "Are you willing to do that?"
"Huh~huh~"