She picked up a hand of warm water and poured it on Qu Yong's naked and strong chest, then put her mouth to his earlobe and exhaled like a blue breath: "Don't the Chinese have a saying: Friends come from afar, and today you have come from afar,

Why don’t you invite me to the soup to have a chat?”

"I..." Qu Yong was so nervous that he didn't know what to do. Before he could refuse, the bride had already chuckled, stood up and unbuckled her belt, and the old kimono suddenly slipped from her shoulders and fell off.

Falling on the stone steps.

She wore nothing underneath, not even the bellyband under the traditional kimono. The crystal curtain moved in the breeze, and the roses filled the courtyard with incense. But Qu Yong finally saw the scene under her roses. Underneath was a flower.

Tiger, colorful tiger.

A ferocious, ferocious and colorful tiger was making a gesture to pounce on food. The smell of fishy wind was strong, and what it wanted to pounce on was the rose flower.

"If you have a tiger in your heart, why should you smell the roses?" Qu Yong recalled what Master Jiu said that day and sighed softly.

"Doesn't it look good?"

"nice."

"Haha..." With a depressed smile, the bride slowly walked into the bathing water. The warm water soaked her delicate body, and then slowly submerged the tiger and the rose flowers.

She didn't look like a woman who had taken off her clothes at all, she was still so natural, and her eyes looked arrogant and lonely.

"You haven't said my name yet. My name is Nako Miyamoto. You can call me Acai."

"Acai?" Qu Yong was not particularly shocked by such a name. He said, "My name is... Takei Taku."

"Takui Taku? Japanese name?"

"Um."

"But it doesn't matter." Miyamoto Nako murmured: "We are all destined to live together, so why should we care about names."

"Actually, I..." Qu Yong said, "I didn't call for... service?"

"I know." Miyamoto Nako's index finger nails were also smeared with rose flower juice, and she touched Qu Yong's strong pectoralis major. She bit her red lips and said charmingly: "Isn't this more fateful?"

"Really?" Of course Qu Yong also knew that this Miyamoto Nako was definitely not an ordinary person. No ordinary person could have such a weird and strange pattern tattooed on his body.

"You don't believe in fate?"

"believe."

"Young children."

I don't know whether it was because this scene was too strange, or because he was in a foreign country, but Qu Yong allowed this strange woman to cling to him. He felt a sense of fate in his heart.

"Does it hurt to carve your tattoo?"

"Oh?" Miyamoto Nako has covered all her tattoos under the water, her big eyes still have a soft loneliness even in the blurred water mist, "You are the first man to ask this question, usually men

When I saw this picture, I thought of how to possess..."

"Really?" Qu Yong felt a sense of consciousness in his heart, which told him that this pattern on this woman was the source of her loneliness. This pattern gave her extraordinary charm, but it was also a fragile place.

"What the hell is this?"

"This is a very strange man who left traces on my body. Do you want to hear this story?"

"I'll go..." Qu Yong finally understood, he shouted in his heart, he actually let himself encounter this situation. As mentioned before, the first type of custom shop bar has "escort" girls inside, but

In addition to women, there are also many men engaged in this field of work, mainly serving lonely housewives. Although this woman Qu Yong does not know her identity, she came to this small hotel to express her inner feelings.

's secret.

People are very strange. Sometimes they can't express their inner feelings to the people around them, but they can confide it to strangers. That's why custom girls are so popular in Japan, and this woman is also because of the pressure not to confide.

By chance, he found Qu Yong and wanted to tell him the secret.

Of course, in this woman's heart, Qu Yong is just a strange and ordinary boy from a foreign country. The two may never see each other again after this night, so she completely exposed her loneliness to Qu Yong.

Be brave.

"Don't you want to hear it? A man from a foreign country?"

"Please tell me." Qu Yong did not refuse. After arriving in Japan, he felt that he had relaxed a lot. Besides, anyone who is curious would not be interested in this kind of story.

"This happened a long time ago." Miyamoto Nako put two pink lotus-like snow arms on the edge of the bath, and then let the water mist blur her eyes.

"Back then, when I was a little girl, I once explored an ancient house in the suburbs with my sister. It was an ancient house with a history of hundreds of years. No one knew what was inside. It was said that there were ghosts crying in the middle of the night. I have been bold since I was a child, so

That summer, I dragged my sister and ran into that old house together."

"Sometimes, a small thing or a thought can change a person's life, but my sister did nothing. Just because of my willfulness, she was involved in that unknown fate."

"What's in the ancient house?" Qu Yong couldn't help but ask. In many Japanese novels, ancient houses are often places where monsters exist. Japan, like China, has a long culture, and many of their traditional cultures have been preserved.

is relatively better.

"There were broken furniture and dust all over the place. It was a deserted old house. We looked around hurriedly next to each other, but didn't find anything. Just when we looked around and wanted to go out, my sister was caught.

A painting hanging in the main hall attracted me."

"Guess, what kind of painting is that?"

"I can't guess." Qu Yong said honestly. It's too difficult to guess what paintings would be hanging in a dilapidated old house.

"It's a picture of a tiger." Miyamoto Naoko didn't expect Qu Yong to be able to answer. In fact, in her eyes, Qu Yong was just a stranger, whose role was equivalent to a tree hole in a fairy tale.

His duty is to listen to the little girl's thoughts when she is first in love.

"Tiger picture?" Qu Yong immediately thought of the beautiful tiger on Miyamoto Nako's white belly.

"You guessed it right." Miyamoto Naoko knew what Qu Yong was thinking. She nodded slightly and said, "It's this picture of a tiger. My sister looked at it for a long time and suddenly said, this picture is very good, but there is something missing.

."

"What's missing?"

"My sister at that time was just fifteen years old, but she had been studying Chinese splash-ink landscape painting for nearly ten years. She suddenly said this. I also watched the tiger carefully, but I looked left and right, and I didn't know how young it was.
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