Chapter 382 Small Purse

"Hey, can you be my little wallet? President~"

Kato Yusuke reached out and picked up the glass on the dressing table, then was silent for a while and said coldly: "Go down, don't stop me."

"Oh~..."

Shinjoka pouted, but still knelt down obediently, watching him drink and watch TV.

"Is there anything else I can do?"

"..."

Yusuke didn't respond. He held the glass in his left hand and rested his right arm on the armrest. He returned to the posture of watching TV with his face tilted. He only occasionally took a sip of wine and looked a little drowsy.

Shinjoka pursed her lips and smiled, feeling that she had the answer.

Rustling, rustling...

The show on TV is "Tom and Jerry".

Accompanied by cheerful and brisk music, Jerry, who was being chased by Tom, ran to a stage and got into a black cloth bag, hoping to avoid Tom.

The next second, Tom, who was following the trail, appeared on the screen.

He first rummaged around.

Look here for a while, look there for a while.

Sometimes he picked up the bricks on the ground, and sometimes he turned over the lawn.

But found nothing.

Finally, he turned his attention to the black cloth bag placed on the table, and a sinister smile gradually appeared on his face.

He tiptoed to the counter, stretched his white hands towards the cloth bag, pinched the zipper with his fingers, slowly opened it, and then jerked the bag open to both sides.

I thought Jerry would run out in panic, but what appeared in front of him was a metal bat with a cold light.

Before he could react, the bat hit him hard on the face, making close contact with Tom's face.

Countless gold stars popped up and rotated on Tom's head.

He shook his body, and finally fell to the ground in a daze as if he was drunk.

Hello.

Jerry, the instigator, took the opportunity to escape, ran into the water pipe outside the house in a panic, and fled towards the inside of the house.

"It's about you, the president..." Shinjoka said, "Why don't you go buy the wine yourself?"

Kato Yusuke took a sip of wine, his body gradually warmed up, and he replied lightly: "Can't buy it."

"Hmm?"

"..."

"Haha, you couldn't have been more open and honest during the day, right?"

"..."

"Hey~ Did I guess it right?" Shinjo-ka looked up at him and couldn't help but chuckle while eating her lolipop.

"You are so cute, so innocent... Of course, you have to wait until 3 or 4 in the morning to go there, especially the kind of store where you are so sleepy that you doze off~ Hmm."

Her voice was a little unclear, as if she had a cold.

Kato Yusuke ignored her and gently touched her head with his cup after drinking.

"Go pour it."

"Huh? Now?" Shinjoka asked doubtfully, but was hit on the head again.

"go."

"Oh~..."

So she took the cup and moved to the table.

“We’re running out of ice cubes, do we need to add more?”

"add."

"Where's the soda?"

A brief silence.

"add."

"Is it still the Highball way to drink?"

"Half and half."

"Yeah~ I know."

Shinjoka chuckled, rubbed her slightly sour and red smile, and followed the instructions obediently.

Click, click, click.

First, I added enough ice cubes to the glass, then poured half of the Yamazaki 12 and ice-cold soda water, and stirred half a circle with a stir stick to combine.

She looked at the slightly bubbling amber liquid, nodded with satisfaction, then thought about it and asked, "Can I change my clothes? President."

"I am going out?"

"No need, just sit down, I'll be fine soon."

Kato Yusuke did not respond, just nodded his chin imperceptibly.

Shinjoka nodded happily, put her hands behind her back, adjusted her back and shoulders, then took out a pure white bra with a tattoo from the hem of her short sleeves and placed it on the bed.

"call……"

She exhaled softly and felt much more relaxed.

Then he reached out and picked up two strawberry jelly from the table, tore open the package and ate it into his mouth. His young face became slightly bulging as a result, but he didn't chew it.

Then he returned to Yusuke with the glass and sat down again.

"Well~President."

"..."

Kato Yusuke took the cup, glanced at her, and continued watching TV.

Tom and Jerry are still fighting in the picture, and the battlefield between them has moved to the dining table with countless sumptuous dishes on Christmas Eve.

Tom found two semi-circular dinner covers from nowhere and put Jerry in with a "pop" sound. In the end, only Jerry's tail was caught, and his body was still exposed.

Tom didn't care about this, and immediately held the dinner cover to his mouth, opened his mouth, and swallowed Jerry in one gulp.

Kato Yusuke sat up slightly and watched Jerry's friend, the little mouse, rescue him from Tom's mouth. The two little guys jumped onto the elastic jelly and sank in.

He took a deep breath, took a big gulp of the special concoction, and swallowed it in one gulp.

Then he turned his head and glanced out the window, sighing deeply at the deepening night.

"Deeper."

The night did not respond to him, only the cold bright moon hung high in the night sky, watching him faintly.

He absent-mindedly stretched out his hand towards the bright white moon high in the sky, as if trying to estimate the distance between it and himself, and the next second he saw the scar on his hand.

Then he put down his hand feebly and touched the head of the person in front of him, as if to praise him.

The animation on the TV is still playing, and the cheerful music exaggerates the humor of the animated characters, rising and falling rhythmically.

There were squeezing sounds, breathing sounds, and from downstairs - the noise of men drinking and drinking.

Everything is mixed together and echoing in the ears.

The lights in every house were brightly lit, but no one shone on him.

It seems that there is an invisible barrier that divides the world into two halves.

Kato Yusuke couldn't help but start thinking.

He felt that if his memory was also erased, he might feel better.

However, in fact, he has become an observer, just like no matter how many possibilities and parallel lines there are, in the end, only what he observes will prevail.

Forever excluded.

While enjoying special treatment, nothing can be changed.

He rubbed the girl's short silky hair, raised an evil and indifferent smile at the corner of his mouth, then drank all the wine in the glass, put the glass aside, and exerted slight pressure on his hand.

Under the influence of alcohol, his body produced a deeper warmth that enveloped him.

Puff, pew.

The cartoon character on the TV made the sound of being squeezed or pinched, and the way he kept sticking out his tongue looked very funny, as if he was mocking him.

After a while.

His pupils were temporarily out of focus, but they immediately recovered and became silent and profound again.

"Ahem..."
To be continued...