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"Sorry, I have something to do today, and... I'm Ebina's boyfriend, we can't be too close." Chen Xiao smiled slightly and gently stroked Umaru's hair.
Xiaomai nodded, feeling quite disappointed.
After hearing this, Ebina stared intently at Chen Xiao's retreating figure, as if Chen Xiao seemed to be very serious about the relationship.
After Umaru returned home.
Chen Xiao grabbed Haibina and pinned her against the wall.
Even through the door, Umaru could hear Ebina struggling, crying out, "Chen Xiao, you can't!"
"I just want to kiss you." Chen Xiao looked tenderly at Ebina.
"Hmm," Haibina's face flushed slightly, completely captivated by Chen Xiao.
"Next time it won't be so simple."
"I know." Ebina gritted his teeth and nodded slightly.
Chen Xiao slowly withdrew his arm from under Ebina's skirt, smiled at Ebina's blushing face, and said, "See you later."
he left.
Ebina looked at Chen Xiao's retreating figure with disappointment.
Chen Xiao rekindled her love for him.
Chen Xiao returned home.
At that moment, the mother was looking at herself in the mirror.
Misako has a captivating and flawless face, and a delicate and exquisite figure.
Her figure is perfect.
She's practically the epitome of a good wife.
Right now, she's struggling with what to wear.
After all, it was a date with Chen Xiao.
And Chen Xiao is so young.
And I'm already in my thirties.
Thinking about this, Misako became even more shy and embarrassed.
"I actually feel excited about pretending to be in a relationship with my son," she said softly, turning around to hear the door open.
Then they saw Chen Xiao walk into the house.
"Mom, how are your preparations going?" Chen Xiao tossed his backpack aside, walked up to Misako, hugged her from behind, and smiled as he looked at his adoptive mother in the mirror.
Misako blushed slightly. "You're not a little kid anymore. Don't hug your mother like that."
Chen Xiao smiled and said, "No matter how old I get, I'll always be your most beloved son, won't I?"
"Mmm!" Misako smiled faintly, feeling an immense warmth in her heart. She looked up at Chen Xiao, even feeling a sense of guilt.
Why, why did this happen?!
She felt she shouldn't get so close to Chen Xiao.
Perhaps I shouldn't have agreed to go on a date with Chen Xiao today?
Chapter Four: Meeting a Girlfriend on a Date with Mom
"Has Mom decided what style of clothes to wear today?" Chen Xiao released Misako's delicate body, sat down beside her, and asked.
"Hmm, I still need to choose carefully for a while." Misako glanced at Chen Xiao, who was sitting on the sofa behind her, out of the corner of her eye.
She realized that Chen Xiao... seemed to be quite old already.
The child has grown up.
Even her profile is so beautiful.
The setting sun shone on Chen Xiao, adding a golden edge to his golden hair.
Upon closer inspection, although she was wearing jeans.
But Chen Xiao's jeans seem to have a bit of a bulge.
Moreover, the bulge is quite large.
Misako suddenly thought of something.
Her face flushed with embarrassment.
"What's wrong?" Chen Xiao asked.
"No, I'm fine," Misako quickly shook her head.
Chen Xiao got up and walked to Misako's side, smelling the refreshing minty scent on her. "So Mom likes minty perfume."
"Well, do you like it?"
"It smells very fresh and natural, just like your personality, giving people a very pure feeling."
"Really? But Mom is not young anymore."
"No way, in my eyes you'll always be eighteen."
"Ah!!" Misako was so embarrassed by what Chen Xiao said that she was completely intoxicated by the scent of hormones emanating from Chen Xiao during his adolescence.
"How about I wear a cheongsam today?" Chen Xiao pulled out a dark red cheongsam that she had almost forgotten about from the depths of the wardrobe.
"Alright, I'll listen to you then! But speaking of which, Chen Xiaojun is still a citizen of China. It's been twelve years since I took you in."
She was eighteen then, and now she is thirty.
Chen Xiao is seventeen years old this year.
Twenty minutes later, Misako stood in the entryway, awkwardly tugging at the slit of her cheongsam.
The modified cheongsam perfectly accentuated her slender figure, while the high collar design made her appear dignified and elegant.
It really suited her. Chen Xiao leaned against the wall, admiring her, his gaze so intense it almost felt like it was leaving a mark on her skin. He held out his hand: "Let's go, girlfriend."
This nickname made Misako's heart skip a beat.
She hesitated for a moment before finally placing her hand in his. The boy's hand was a size larger than hers, warm and dry, reminding her of the soft touch of his small hand when she first held it as a child many years ago.
"Let's get this straight, this is just... acting," she emphasized softly, but let him hold her hand.
Chen Xiao smiled but did not answer, only gently squeezed her hand.
They chose a secluded Japanese restaurant. The private room was dimly lit, with bamboo blinds half-rolled up, and outside the window was a meticulously arranged dry landscape garden.
Misako knelt on the cushion, looking somewhat uncomfortably at Chen Xiao, who was calmly ordering his food across from her.
"Does Mom like sake?" he asked, looking up.
"Just a little bit now and then... wait, how can I drink in front of you..." she hurriedly waved her hand.
Chen Xiao had already ordered warm sake and a sashimi platter from the waiter. After the waiter left, he suddenly leaned forward and touched the corner of her lips with his finger: "Mom, there's lipstick on here."
His thumb slowly caressed her lips, his gaze so focused it made it hard for her to breathe.
"Is it done?" Her voice trembled.
Chen Xiao didn't immediately withdraw his hand, but instead stared into her eyes: "Does your mother know? When you're nervous, your voice trembles. Why are you so nervous when you go on a date with me?"
Misako quickly leaned back to avoid his touch, but accidentally knocked over a teacup.
The tea in the teacup spilled onto the cheongsam.
Her white skin was stained with a few water droplets.
The diffused scent of the woman's perfume was intoxicating and mesmerizing.
Chen Xiao quickly supported Misako's slender waist, his laughter low: "It seems Mom is more nervous than I thought."
"Stop teasing me..." she said, blushing as she adjusted her kimono sleeves. "This is strange in itself... We are clearly..."
"Mother and son?" Chen Xiao poured her tea. "But when my mother adopted me, she was only fifteen years older than me."
Misako gripped her teacup tightly. Yes, that five-year-old boy who lost both his parents back then has now grown into a handsome young man who can make her heart race.
After the sake was served, she said, "Let's drink a toast together, Mom."
"What is a toast?" Misako asked.
"The nuptial wine that boyfriends and girlfriends drink before entering the bridal chamber!"
"Oh! How could you do that!"
"It's okay, we're just playing the role of boyfriend and girlfriend to make Mom go back to being eighteen!"
Misako reluctantly complied, but choked the moment the drink entered her throat.
Chen Xiao immediately went around to her side and gently patted her back.
"Are you alright?" he asked with concern, his hand slowly sliding down her spine.
Misako suddenly stood up: "I'm going to the restroom!"
She took a deep breath in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at her flushed cheeks.
This is absurd—she's actually having an inappropriate reaction to the child she raised. The cold water splashed on her face, but couldn't extinguish the rising heat within her.
Chen Xiao was waiting comfortably in the private room.
His true nature is to take the bait willingly. For women like Misako, he needs to slowly make them fall for him; that's Chen Xiao's goal.
Just then, my phone rang. "Ebina-chan, what's wrong?"
"I looked at a dating guide at home, and I think I was a bit harsh on Chen Xiaojun today. I want to spend more time with you. I made plans to go to an izakaya with Xiaomai."
"Oh, I see. When will you arrive?" Chen Xiao glanced at the time.
"What about in half an hour, Chen Xiao? Are you coming?"
"I'm already at the izakaya."
"Drinking alone?" A sense of unease rose in Ebina's heart.