Chapter 163 Miyuki’s Kiss

“Miyuki, when is your guy coming over?”

Hearing this, Kitajima Miyuki was slightly startled, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

Today is the day for the company department party.

“It’ll be here soon.”

She raised her head slightly and looked at Takeshita Miwa in front of her, with a helpless and gentle smile on her face.

……

“Miyuki, when is your guy coming over?”

This is the nth time that Takeshita Miwa has asked this question.

There was always no one around Kitajima Miyuki, and the person she was talking about never showed up.

There was laughter and joy all around, and hidden in the crowd was Shinjiro Imai’s burning gaze.

Today is the company’s celebration party, and also a celebration of his promotion to department manager.

He was able to be promoted to department manager in just a few months purely due to his own ability and definitely not because of his uncle who was the company president.

Just as Shinjiro Imai’s gaze was deeply fixed on the deep cleavages of Kitajima Miyuki, he saw the cloth covering the cleavages move slightly. Looking up, he saw Kitajima Miyuki, with a smile as warm as the spring sun.

Following Kitajima Miyuki’s gaze towards the store door, I saw a young man coming in.

He has an upright stature, outstanding temperament, and exudes a unique heroic spirit.

The man has a handsome face, and his confidence and determination are naturally revealed between his eyebrows. His eyes are deep and bright, revealing wisdom and courage. He is dressed simply and elegantly, and his dark suit makes him look more stable and capable. He walks calmly, and every step seems firm and powerful.

Is this the person that Kitajima Miyuki has been talking about these days?

Shinjiro Imai pondered in his heart.

Recalling Kitajima Miyuki’s panicked response in the company before, he once suspected that she had made up a character to evade everyone’s inquiries.

However, the appearance of the man in front of her seemed to confirm her words.

The man had a tall and straight figure and extraordinary temperament, which coincided with the image described by Kitajima Miyuki before.

His arrival not only dispelled Shinjiro Imai’s doubts, but also caused a small commotion at the celebration.

Everyone’s attention was unconsciously drawn to him, and they looked at the man who suddenly appeared with curiosity.

“I’m late, sorry.” The man gave an apologetic smile.

He walked slowly to Kitajima Miyuki’s side, his eyes fell on her softly, and Kitajima Miyuki looked at the man’s arrival, a hint of complex emotions flashed in her eyes, but soon she regained her composure…

…

The development and process of the event was very plain, just like a slowly flowing stream, without huge waves or ups and downs.

After Watanabe Hideyuki arrived, Takeshita Miwa showed a hint of envy, but then it disappeared.

Shinjiro Imai also hid his burning gaze deep in his heart.

And Kitajima Miyuki seemed to become more comfortable and relaxed with Watanabe’s company.

She rarely joked and talked with the people around her, smiling like a blooming flower.

Those face-slapping scenes don’t seem to appear in this group of old-timers who have been in society for many years…

…

After the party.

Watanabe Hideyuki felt a headache when he saw Kitajima Miyuki leaning against him and already drunk.

He knew that she had obviously indulged herself too much tonight, and perhaps only she herself knew the reason.

Watanabe shook his head gently, sighed, and then carefully helped Kitajima Miyuki up.

Her body was soft and almost powerless, completely leaning on him. He could feel her warm breath and heartbeat, and at this moment, the distance between them seemed to be infinitely shortened.

“Sister-in-law, are you okay?” Watanabe asked softly, but Kitajima Miyuki was so drunk that she couldn’t answer him at all.

Watanabe Hideyuki looked around and found that the nearest taxi stand was still an intersection away.

In desperation, Watanabe had to take on this responsibility alone. He carried Kitajima Miyuki on his back and walked steadily towards the taxi stop.

The streets at night seemed a little deserted, with only the occasional passing vehicle and sparse pedestrians. The cool breeze blew on their faces. Kitajima Miyuki seemed to be a little more awake. She opened her eyes slightly, looked at Watanabe, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

“Thank you, Hideyuki,” she said softly.

Finally they arrived at the taxi stand, Watanabe gently put Kitajima Miyuki down and let her lean against a tree trunk on the side of the road.

He took out his cell phone and started calling a taxi. After a while, a taxi stopped in front of them.

Watanabe carefully helped Kitajima Miyuki into the car, and then sat in himself.

When he was about to tell the address, he was stunned.

Because this taxi driver looked familiar to him… He seemed to have taken this car when he went to Kitajima Mosha School last time.

“Mother of the child?” Watanabe Hideyuki could clearly see in the rearview mirror that the driver gave him a thumbs up.

“Well, this is my boyfriend.” Kitajima Miyuki put her arms around Watanabe Hideyuki’s shoulders in a daze. This was the sentence she said the most tonight, so much so that it had become a muscle memory that she blurted out. Watanabe Hideyuki even wondered if she would say this in her sleep.

The driver nodded and started the car to drive to the destination. The atmosphere in the car was a little subtle. Kitajima Miyuki was half drunk and half awake lying in Watanabe’s arms, while the latter said nothing and seemed to be thinking about something.

The dark street scene outside the car window was rapidly receding, and the occasional street lamp illuminating their closely huddled figures.

Kitajima Miyuki’s body was very soft, and Watanabe could feel her breasts pressed tightly against his, rubbing against his skin as the vehicle bumped up and down.

This kind of close contact made a strange feeling surge in his heart, which was both strange and familiar, as if he was looking forward to it, but also vaguely afraid.

Before they knew it, the taxi had arrived at the destination. The driver looked back at the two of them and gave them an ambiguous smile. “Here we are, you two. Have a nice evening.”

“Thank you, thank you.” Kitajima Miyuki tried to stand up and said goodbye in a hoarse voice. She stood up shakily, but she stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

Watanabe quickly reached out to steady her, and looking at her pale cheeks and confused eyes, he couldn’t help feeling heartbroken.

Kitajima Miyuki looked at the scene in front of her and seemed to realize where she was.

She lowered her eyes slightly to hide her inner embarrassment, and silently took Watanabe’s hand. “Let’s go home.”

The two held hands and went upstairs under Kitajima’s guidance. Watanabe gently placed Kitajima Miyuki on the sofa, turned around and poured her a glass of water. “Drink some water and take a rest. I’ll go take a shower.”

“Hmm…” Kitajima Miyuki tilted her head back and drank some water, then lay down on the sofa weakly. She watched Watanabe walk into the bathroom quietly, but couldn’t help but recall the scene at the party before.

The clinking of glasses and the hustle and bustle of the party are still vivid in her mind, but now there is only an empty room and her thoughts.

The image of Watanabe Hideyuki appearing at the door appeared in her mind. His tall, handsome figure and warm smile instantly took away the light in the room.

His arrival was like a warm spring breeze that blew away her gloom and brought her long-lost peace and warmth.

Kitajima Miyuki gently stroked the edge of the glass, feeling the coolness coming from her fingertips. She repeated his name in her heart, confirming his real existence over and over again.

Suddenly, Bei Dao heard the sound of water behind him, which came from the direction of the bathroom.

For some reason, this voice sounded particularly clear and evocative in her ears.

I don’t know why, maybe it was the effect of alcohol, or maybe… She quietly got up, walked to the bathroom door, and listened to the movement inside through the door.

The sounds of water splashing and the shower spraying intertwined into an ambiguous melody, which created ripples in Kitajima Miyuki’s heartstrings.

She couldn’t help but imagine Watanabe Hideyuki’s naked body looming in the mist, his lines smooth and sexy, as flawless as a sculpture.

At this moment, the bathroom door slowly opened a crack. Through the crack, Kitajima Miyuki caught a glimpse of a strong and slender arm holding a towel and wiping her hair.

Kitajima Miyuki’s heart suddenly accelerated, she held her breath, trying to suppress the urge to rush in and hug him.

However, just as she was caught up in this almost obsessive fantasy, the bathroom door suddenly opened completely, and Watanabe Hideyuki walked out wrapped in a bath towel.

He looked fresh and energetic, with water droplets dripping from his hair and sliding down his muscular cheeks. In the eyes of Kitajima Miyuki, this was undoubtedly a fatal temptation.

“Kitajima Miyuki?” He looked at Kitajima Miyuki, who was standing outside the door with a blushing face, with confusion, as if he was a little surprised by her sudden appearance.

Kitajima Miyuki came to her senses instantly and realized her previous gaffe. She turned her face away in embarrassment, not daring to look him in the eye.

“I, I was just passing by and saw if you had finished washing.” She explained stutteringly, her voice as thin as a mosquito’s buzz.

Watanabe Hideyuki smiled and did not expose Kitajima Miyuki’s lame excuse. “It’s okay, I just finished taking a shower.” He slowly wrapped himself in a bath towel, his eyes vaguely sweeping over Kitajima Miyuki’s cheeks and neck.

Kitajima Miyuki’s heartbeat quickened as he looked at her. She looked away in panic, but happened to meet Watanabe’s meaningful gaze. She forced a smile to ease the embarrassment, but found that the smile would only deepen her predicament.

“Then I’ll go out first. You take your rest.” She said hurriedly and fled the scene with light steps. She didn’t breathe a sigh of relief until she was sure that the bathroom door was closed again.

It turned out that she was eavesdropping just now! This fact made Kitajima Miyuki feel ashamed, but it also aroused a certain string in her heart, making her feel a little excited.

She didn’t know what was wrong with her. She had never lost her composure like this before. Was it because of the alcohol? Or…

Kitajima Miyuki shook her head, forcing herself not to think too much. She returned to the living room and saw Watanabe had changed into pajamas and was fiddling with the TV remote control.

“Do you need something to drink? Juice or tea?” Watanabe turned and asked Kitajima with a gentle and harmless expression.

Kitajima Miyuki sat on the sofa, trying to look natural. “Tea, thank you.” She said softly, avoiding direct eye contact with Watanabe.

Watanabe Hideyuki nodded and turned to the kitchen. Kitajima Miyuki looked at his back and felt an inexplicable emotion in her heart. She couldn’t help but reflect on her behavior just now, and the feeling of shyness and embarrassment still lingered.

After a while, Watanabe Hideyuki came over with two cups of hot tea. He handed one cup to Kitajima Miyuki and sat down next to her. The aroma of tea made Kitajima Miyuki feel a little calmer.

“You drank a lot of wine tonight. Drinking some tea can help you sober up.” Watanabe said with a smile, his tone full of concern.

Kitajima Miyuki looked at him gratefully and lowered her head to take a sip of tea. The warm tea flowed through her throat, bringing a sense of comfort. She took a deep breath and tried to put the previous embarrassment behind her.

The two sat on the sofa, drinking tea, watching TV and reading books.

The atmosphere was a little subtle for a moment.

As night fell, the stars shone brightly, illuminating the quiet courtyard. The bright moonlight shone through the window lattice into the room, outlining ambiguous faces.

Kitajima Miyuki curled up on the comfortable sofa, the teacup in her hand had already gone cold.

There was an ambiguous atmosphere in the air, and she couldn’t help but secretly look up and peek at the focused expression of the man next to her.

He was quiet and gentle, his brows sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed. Whenever he turned the pages of a book, she could smell the faint scent of books. This comforted her a little, but also stirred the waves in her heart.

Kitajima Miyuki knew that she shouldn’t let her imagination run wild, but she couldn’t stop the thoughts from popping up in her mind.

She tried to distract herself and pretended to focus on the book at hand, but the words seemed to have turned into ethereal clouds and smoke, impossible to grasp.

She glanced at the man next to her again; he was still concentrating and didn’t notice her wandering gaze.

Kitajima Miyuki swallowed quietly, her heartbeat uncontrollably speeding up. She wanted to ask him if he needed help, but found that she had lost the ability to speak.