Chapter 631: Chapter 420: Washing Cups_4
Taira Sakurako was particularly shocked to see this scene, thinking to herself, after just one day away, how did Tamako become like this? Could Fushimi Roku’s casual nonsense make her so happy, her ahoge even swaying, was she possessed by something dirty?
She looked at Fushimi Roku, her eyes seemed to be questioning: ’What did you give her?’
Fushimi Roku ignored Sakurako’s death stare. He took the initiative to serve Minamoto Tamako some food, and softly said, "The tempura below is still warm, I saved it for you."
Taira Sakurako was even more surprised. Her eyes widened as she thought, what did you take to act like this? Why are you talking in such a nauseating tone? Normally, wouldn’t you put the hot tempura into your own bowl?
Minamoto Tamako was so happy she was almost melting, her face turning into a chibi version, puffing up her cheeks while chewing, looking at Fushimi Roku with starry eyes.
She also gave Fushimi Roku some eel, saying, "You should eat while it’s hot too, the eel is really delicious, hurry and try it."
...What on earth happened in this house?
Taira Sakurako even began to doubt the authenticity of these two people. Were Fushimi Roku and Minamoto Tamako really themselves? Could they be actors hired by Uesugi Shion? Otherwise, how could their odd behavior be explained?
Dinner turned into a large-scale display of public affection, as the two of them ate, their eyes almost intertwining like strings.
After eating their fill, Fushimi Roku typically didn’t want to clear or wash the dishes, nor did he unusually want Minamoto Tamako to do it. So, he looked at Taira Sakurako.
This guy has been freeloading for so long, doing no proper work, collecting a wage as if she were a cleaner, it’s about time she pulled her weight.
Fushimi Roku pressed down on Minamoto Tamako’s hand and said, "Don’t clean up, you worked hard all last night, go to bed early tonight."
"Eh, but..."
"Let Sakurako do it." Fushimi Roku glanced at Taira Sakurako.
Earlier he confirmed, this little one is doing just fine, she even seems to have gained two pounds, with a slight baby face, more energetic than him, not at all like someone who went through life and death ordeals, so he ordered her around without any psychological burden.
Minamoto Tamako also didn’t want to clear the dishes, for some unspeakable reasons, she was in a rush to take a shower and change clothes... Just now while eating, she felt uncomfortable sitting on the chair.
But she was worried about Sakurako feeling uncomfortable, thinking it wasn’t appropriate to let Sakurako clear the dishes after she finally came back safe: "I’ll do it, let Sakurako rest for a while..."
Fushimi Roku gave Taira Sakurako a look, conveying ’go clear the dishes’ to her.
Benefiting from the person’s hospitality, with a full stomach and a salary in hand, Taira Sakurako had no defense against Fushimi Roku’s earlier offer, effectively being in the position of having taken free food and lodging.
Moreover, Taira Sakurako felt somewhat guilty, after all, she had just lost her gun and Fushimi Roku had not held her accountable, so now she was very obedient, and with just a glance, she understood, got up to grab the dishes, and proactively said, "I’ll do it, I’ve already rested well."
Minamoto Tamako didn’t want to, and after a brief struggle with Taira Sakurako, finally reluctantly let go under Sakurako’s firm insistence.
"Is something a bit off with Sakurako?"
Minamoto Tamako looked at the busy little figure in the kitchen and couldn’t help but ask Fushimi Roku: "Is she okay?"
Fushimi Roku gave a thumbs-up, saying ’All good’ three times, claiming that cleaning helps relieve stress; Minamoto Tamako somewhat believed his judgment, slightly relieved, and went back to her room to take a shower.
Having been busy all night, watched TV all day, and with prolonged kissing, Minamoto Tamako was mentally and physically exhausted, even feeling weak in her hands while lathering during the shower.
She preferred to raise the temperature a little while showering, wanted to rinse off the foam and then rinse again, feeling all her pores were opening up.
Kimoji.
Minamoto Tamako comfortably took a hot shower, wrapped a towel around her while drying her hair, and as soon as she pushed open the glass door, she saw Fushimi Roku taking off his shirt.
She instinctively pulled the towel tighter: "Uh?! Wh-what are you doing..."
"Taking a shower," Fushimi Roku looked puzzled: "Did you forget, I sleep in this room too?"
Minamoto Tamako recalled that ever since Uesugi Shion moved in, they had been sleeping in the same room, only that they often slept at opposite times, never actually together.
"Ah, right..."
Minamoto Tamako blushed, her eyes wandering unnaturally: "Then you go first, I’ll...I’ll go dry my hair."