Chapter 15 chapter 2

When I got home, it was completely dark. "I'm back." Zhe Lang opened the door and shouted into the room, but no one responded. He carried the bag through the corridor and opened the living room door. A naked body leaps into view.He gasped and stood still. That's Mizuki.But it was said to be naked, but she was actually wearing boxers, but she took off the floating cloth that was usually wrapped around her body.She has a pair of small breasts on her chest, but they are obviously not what a man should have.She didn't seem to want to cover it, sitting cross-legged on the floor, her chest puffed out, her eyes squinting upwards.

Zhe Lang looked away from her. Looking carefully at the interior, furniture such as sofas and coffee tables have been moved to the corner.Risako was driving the camera in the middle of the living room, not even looking at Zhelang. The shutter sounded three times in a row. "What are you doing?" Risako didn't answer.She walked around, looked for camera angles, pressed the shutter, and repeated these actions over and over again. "Look a little higher up, and turn your body to the right. Well, that's fine. Be natural, any expression is fine." After taking a few photos of the same pose, Risako opened the camera cover to change the negative.

"Hi, Risako." Zhe Lang called her again. "Can't you hear? Hello!" Risako sighed exaggeratedly with her shoulder on purpose. "I heard it." "Then why don't you call me back?" "I don't have time to answer, I have to concentrate when I press the shutter. Forget it, my concentration has been interrupted by you anyway." Risako sat on the sofa against the wall. "Why? What's the matter?" "I'm asking you, what are you doing?" "You can tell at a glance, right? I'm taking pictures of Meiyue."

"Why are you taking pictures?" Risako shrugged slightly. "There is no particular reason, I took it because I wanted to. Can't I?" "I'm not interested." Mizuki interjected.She didn't know when she had put on her shirt. "I don't want to show this kind of breasts at all, but Risako insists on keeping my current figure. Alas, if I don't inject hormones, I will return to that kind of woman's body again. The muscles I have worked out so hard will probably become Limp fat." "I'm not taking commemorative photos for Mizuki. I'm just starting from the perspective of a photographer and taking photos worth taking. Mizuki's body has that kind of value."

"Is that so?" Mizuki scratched the back of her head. "You don't want to publish it, do you?" "There is no such plan at the moment." "Currently?" Zhe Lang asked: "It will not be published in the future! Do you know what kind of situation Meiyue is in?" Risako waved his hand, as if to drive away the annoying flies. "I know! It's not a three-year-old kid." Do you really know?When Zhe Lang wanted to warn, Risako jumped up from the sofa and quickly set up the camera. Miyue held a cigarette in her mouth and was about to light it.Risako took consecutive pictures of her stopping what she was doing in surprise.

"Okay, light the fire. You don't have to look this way and smoke casually. Just relax and don't care about your posture." The shutter sound kept ringing.Mizuki twisted her body like a snake dancing to the sound of a flute, and her movements were both sexy and rough.Risako was busy moving around her like a wild animal.The movements and expressions of the two are perfectly coordinated.One's own passionate emotions act on the other party, and the atmosphere exuded by the other party makes the two intoxicated, and this cycle keeps repeating.It seems that outsiders cannot step into the world of the two.

"Well, that's good. You can cross your legs and look like a man. Show me the most manly part of you, just for me." While listening to Lisha, Zhe Lang took out a can of beer from the refrigerator, left the living room, took the beer, and opened the door of the storage room next to the dormitory. Although it is called a storage room, it is about two square meters in size, and it is marked as a bonus room in the layout of the apartment.It felt like an extra room for free.I heard that due to building regulations, this room cannot be marked as a normal room. Risako originally planned to use this room as a darkroom.Zhelang was used to writing in coffee shops, so he explained that he didn't need a studio.But as his workload increased, he began to write more often at home.Originally, it was only intended to be borrowed temporarily, and moved into the table to work.Soon, the painting cabinet was moved in, and later even the display cabinet was moved in.Zhe Lang occupied the room bit by bit without any discussion between the two of them, taking advantage of Risako not yet becoming the sole photographer.

Regarding this matter, she has not seriously expressed dissatisfaction.However, she often said that the developed negatives or photos were hung in the room.Seeing this scene, Zhe Lang felt her silent protest - I didn't promise to use it for you. Zhe Lang sat on the chair and turned on the power switch of the laptop.While waiting for the picture to appear, he opened the tab on the can of beer. "It's okay. I was just thinking, if you put a desktop computer, I really don't know what to do." Zhelang remembered what Risako said when changing the computer.It is impossible for Zhelang, who often works outside, to buy a desktop computer.Even so, she still couldn't utter the words.

Zhelang vaguely heard the voices of Risako and the others.I couldn't hear the conversation, but I knew they were laughing.Risako was emotional.She who was pressing the shutter just now showed an expression that Zhe Lang hadn't seen for a long time. A pair of crisp breasts suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, which was the image she had just glimpsed.Perhaps because it is usually hidden under bleach, Mizuki's twin peaks look much whiter than the rest of her body.Size and shape, it doesn't seem to have changed much from when it was seen more than ten years ago. "what is the relationship."

In the memory, Mizuki murmured to herself, the breasts she saw just now were superimposed on her face.Zhe Lang remembered the feeling of sucking her nipple, the palm of his hand remembered the touch of a slow caress. Zhe Lang's lower body suddenly erected.He was overwhelmed and hurriedly pushed the memories of his college days out of his mind.Even so, the nude afterimage I saw a few minutes ago is still etched in my mind. As he gulped down his beer, the mobile phone rang in the suit jacket hanging on the back of his chair.He picked it up hastily. "Hello, hello." "Hi, it's me."

"Oh!" Zhe Lang couldn't help being fully alert, the owner of the voice was Hayata. "What's the matter? You actually called me, it's really going to rain red." "Can you speak now? Where are you?" "I'm at home." Zhe Lang remembered the good deeds that Subai did.Xu Bei said that he asked Hayata about the murder. "It's a pity that I couldn't have a good chat a while ago." "Well. Well, in that atmosphere, what can I do?" While responding, Zhe Lang guessed the reason for Hayata's call. "Honestly, I need your help with something. Are you free tomorrow?" "Tomorrow? What's the matter?" "It's no big deal. I want to go to a place for an interview, but it's not convenient to go alone. I'll treat you to dinner as a thank you." "It's up to you if you go with your reporter friend." "No, it's better to travel with outsiders as much as possible. If you are inconvenient tomorrow, tell me your convenient day, and I will cooperate with your time." Zhelang felt weird.Just the fact that Hayata called was strange enough, and it made people feel strange that he would ask him for such a thing.Zhe Lang had a bad premonition, but he couldn't think of a reason to refuse.Besides, Zhe Lang also wanted to know his purpose. "I see. Where is the appointment tomorrow?"