"Oh, by the way, it's about time we went to say hello to the new neighbor, right?"

When he opened the door of his home, Kitagawa Che mentioned this matter.

About three days ago, someone finally moved into the vacant building next door to them. According to Myo Eshima, the neighbor who moved in was a single woman and didn’t bring much luggage.

Originally, Kitagawa Che planned to go say hello on the same day, but because of the incident at Baiyuanchuan Library, it has been delayed until now.

On the day the neighbor moved in, he mentioned this matter to Myo Eshima, but when he mentioned it, the environment happened to be noisy, and the latter may not have heard it.

"Now?"

Ejima Miao looked at her young master, and she could hear the implication of Kitagawa Che's words.

Here in Tokyo, neighborhood relations are something that must be dealt with. Unlike living in towers or high-end apartments, which emphasize the sense of distance, because of the special nature of a one-family house, almost all the people living around it will be acquaintances.

They are all seen when you look up but not when you look down.

Therefore, necessary greetings must still be made, which represents basic courtesy. As for communication, if you can chat, then have more contact. If you can't chat, then just nod your acquaintance.

Click.

With the sound of the key turning and opening the door, Kitagawa Che opened the door of his house, gently placed the plastic bag in his hand against the wall of the entrance, then squatted down and took out the fruit bag from the small bag.

Got two oranges.

"Yes." Kitagawa Che stood up, took out a plastic bag from the cabinet at the entrance, and put the oranges in it, "I'd like to trouble you, Miao, to put all these things in the refrigerator. I'll go say hello."

, will be back soon."

"Okay."

Ejima Miao nodded slightly and stepped aside.

Turning around, Beichuan Che didn't waste any more time. He walked out of his yard and quickly arrived at the door of the one-family building next door.

Just when he was about to knock on the door, he suddenly found that the door was unlocked and the key was inserted in the lock but not removed.

Through the half-closed door, you can see that there are no lights in the house. The curtains in the living room are tightly closed. Under the cover of the thick curtains, the sunset light is blocked, making the whole room look a little dark.
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Beichuan Che knocked on the door lightly, but there was no response from inside the house.

After waiting for about thirty seconds, he knocked on the door again, but this time it was the same.

The dark room seemed to be swallowed up by darkness. There was no response from anyone, and there was no sound at all.

Maybe you went out for something and forgot to close the door?

Kitagawa Che thought so, and just when he was about to pull away and leave, his peripheral vision was fixed on the ground behind the door - the entrance.

A slender figure curled up on the cold marble floor, unconsciously letting out a low groan of pain.

Kitagawa Che hesitated for a moment, then finally opened the door and walked in.

The person lying on the floor in the entrance hall was a young woman in her mid-twenties, wearing formal clothes, but due to the light and her posture, he could not see her face clearly.

"Are you okay? Are you okay?"

Beichuan Che squatted down, stretched out his hand and patted her shoulder gently.

What responded to him were groans of pain, eyes still closed, and the strong smell of alcohol.

Gotta...

Kitagawa Che frowned, and most of the speculations in his heart were dispelled. There was no problem of domestic violence, and there was no drama of being abused. It was just that this person simply drank.

The setting sun at dusk passed over his body and spilled into the entrance hall.

Under the golden sunset light, Beichuan Che's eyes followed her curled up body and landed on her ankles.

The ankle of the left foot is obviously red and swollen compared to the ankle of the right foot.

He turned his head and his eyes fell on the high-heeled shoes that she had kicked off casually. The heel of his left foot was obviously worn.

Now, there are two options before Kitagawa Che. The first is to leave it alone and go home to cook. The second is to take care of her, but it is relatively more troublesome.

Taking care of a drunk person is far more tedious than most people imagine.

Kitagawa Che looked at her profile.

That is a rather beautiful face.

But it seems that because of the pain in her ankle, this beautiful woman has a fragility on her face that I feel pity for.

Before traveling through time, he had heard an older friend complain that taking care of a drunken woman would not lead to an imaginary romantic encounter, and there was basically no possibility of drunken sex. The only possibility was that he would be vomited all over him or be raped.

The possibility of being passed out from the alcohol.

As for whether he was vomited all over his body or frowned due to the smell of alcohol, it depends on how much the person drank and whether he is still conscious.

I hope I don’t get vomited all over myself.

Beichuan Che sighed and helped the woman up.

*

On Beichuan's sofa.

Myo Eshima turned down the sound of the TV to the minimum, turned her head, and her eyes fell on the face of the woman lying on the couch, with undisguised indifference between her eyebrows and eyes.

She didn't know what kind of luck her young master had, so she just went to say hello to the neighbors and gave some fruits along the way, and she still picked up a beautiful drunk woman.

The most important thing is that his young master still carries her back.

Tsk.

Ejima Miu couldn't help but smacked her lips.

According to the original plan, she should be working as a helper in the kitchen at this moment.

But it is this woman who can only stay here now, watching this boring TV show, worrying about whether something will go wrong in the kitchen, and having to look after each other at all times.

This TV show is the same, how could there be such a plot?

Ejima Myo retracted his gaze from the woman and turned to the TV screen.

A popular urban TV series that has recently become popular is being played inside.

It is roughly about two young people in Tokyo who have a connection due to an accident.

The drunken heroine came out of the izakaya. Not long after, she fell on the roadside due to loss of consciousness. She happened to run into the hero who had just gotten off work.

After a considerable psychological struggle, the male protagonist took the woman home.

After getting off work, I picked up a female OL.

Then, after the woman woke up, the two chatted for a few words. After expressing her gratitude, the heroine, who was almost awake, said she wanted to leave, and then suddenly discovered that the two were neighbors.

It just so happens that the current plot has just progressed to this section.

The more he looked at it, the more Eshima Miao's brows knitted together.

She has an extraordinarily subtle feeling.

This TV series seems to be foreshadowing something.

"Hmm."

Accompanied by a murmur that sounded like someone waking up from a deep dream, Eshima met the woman's opened eyes.

It seems that because she has just woken up, the woman's eyes are still hazy as when she first wakes up from a big dream.

Their eyes met in the air.
Chapter completed!