After bidding farewell to Ashikaga Yoshiharu and returning to his hotel, Imagawa Yoshimoto suddenly felt something strange in his heart, with some unfamiliar emotions - what the world calls "loyalty". Imagawa Yoshimoto, who grew up in a temple, thought that he would never understand these feelings that only the samurai family had. But being in it, it is inevitable to feel something. As he lay on the bed, he recalled Ashikaga Yoshiharu's loving relationship and the almost solitary entrustment, and he felt an urge to serve him for the rest of his life - and then Imagawa Yoshimoto shook his head dissatisfied, trying to drive this thought out of his head. : "I want to be an idle family governor who indulges in landscape painting, calligraphy and painting, is arty and ignores government affairs. Why should I be loyal to the shogunate?"
At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open. Ginkgo seemed to have just finished taking a bath. She was only wrapped in a bath towel and her wet hair was draped casually on her shoulders. Imagawa Yoshimoto just took one look and suddenly felt his blood surge. If he hadn't been lying on the mattress, he would have almost had a nosebleed. The loose clothes she usually wears can't hide Ginkgo's slender figure, let alone this close-fitting bath towel now.
"Miss Ginkgo, you went to the wrong door!" Imagawa Yoshimoto said, looking away, thinking "Don't look at anything inappropriate" in his heart, looking straight at the ceiling, trying to suppress the distracting thoughts in his heart to avoid the damage to his body. Ginkgo also noticed the clues.
"That's not the case, sir~" Ginkgo closed the door and showed a charming smile to Imagawa Yoshimoto. The flush on his face from bathing made Imagawa Yoshimoto even more fascinated. She slowly approached, restrained by the towel, her body twisted with the steps, and her every smile was so charming.
"Miss Ginkgo, please be warned in advance, I am also a hot-blooded man." Imagawa Yoshimoto felt that he could no longer hold back any longer and tried to maintain a calm voice.
"Really? I think your husband is safe in his arms." Ginkgo sat beside Imagawa Yoshimoto's mattress. The charming fragrance from her body immediately spread along her hair, making Imagawa Yoshimoto speechless almost instantly.
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Everything that followed was a matter of course. But just before the last step, Imagawa Yoshimoto suddenly discovered that Ginkgo's body was very cold. I had just taken a shower, but it was terribly cold.
The passion in his heart subsided in an instant, and Imagawa Yoshimoto stopped moving and hugged Ginkgo into his arms, trying to warm her with his own heat.
"Sir..." Imagawa Yoshimoto's sudden gentle move made Ginkgo's heart shaken, and she said softly, "What's wrong..."
"Why is it so cold?" Imagawa Yoshimoto whispered with some distress, "Why did you come to me suddenly?"
"I...didn't I come to marry you sir?" Ginkgo hesitated for a moment, shyly shrank into Imagawa Yoshimoto's arms, and said softly, "Didn't your sir propose to me the day before yesterday?"
"I'm not talking about this kind of marriage, I'm really marrying me. I want to be responsible for you and protect you all my life, just like I protect Miaomiao." Imagawa Yoshimoto hugged the person in his arms tighter , "Miss Ginkgo said to her father, asking him to cancel the engagement and marry the lady to me. I will also convince the family to let them agree to my marrying the lady. Although my family's territory may be some distance from Miss Ginkgo's family, it is not To tell you the truth, our family is not weak in strength and has connections in Kyoto. I can definitely help the young lady’s family solve some of the troubles around it. If you marry me, your father-in-law will definitely agree, right?"
Imagawa Yoshimoto's extremely serious words made Ginkgo fall into silence. After a long time, she actually started to sob softly.
"Mr. Useless, we can't escape... When will the children of the Wu family in troubled times be able to take charge of their own destiny? My father has been calculating for a long time before choosing this most profitable marriage. He has already made up his mind. I The husband's family I will go to in the future will only be more helpful to my family than my husband's family, and my father will never waver in the slightest. It is impossible for my husband's family to listen to my husband and allow him to marry me."
Ginkgo was obviously touched by what Imagawa Yoshimoto said just now. Not only did her voice tremble, but she gently stroked Imagawa Yoshimoto's chest. She even changed her title unknowingly, "Sir, if you have such a heart, the little girl is already satisfied. No, Dare to ask for anything that lasts forever, this is enough...very good..."
"But you lost your virginity like this and went to your in-laws' house to make things difficult for you. What should you do?" Imagawa Yoshimoto knew that the Echigo-Hokushin generation always valued a woman's chastity the most.
"So what? Compared to the pain of losing my husband, and the pain of thinking that I may never see my husband again, what does it mean to make things difficult? The little girl is so afraid that my husband will forget me... That's fine... I’m afraid that I will forget my husband in the future…”
The crying of the woman in his arms made Imagawa Yoshimoto feel his heart was broken. The raging flood kept hitting the fragile heart defense, but he had no choice but to hold her tightly.
"That's why I came to see you sir, and that's why I want to marry you tonight." Ginkgo raised her head with tears in her eyes, and instantly two more lines of tears flowed down her tear tracks. She moved forward, put her hands around Imagawa Yoshimoto's neck, sobbed and said seriously:
"The little girl wants to give her first time to her husband, and she wants him to give her first time to me. We have to do everything we can in the world of love, and get it before both his future wife and my future husband. I’ve done it. In this case, in the future, my husband will think of me when I do the conjugal ceremony with the wife of Ming Media, and I will also think of my husband when I do the conjugal ceremony with the husband appointed by my parents. As long as everything is done now, Whatever you do in the future, you will think of each other, right! This is the only way the little girl can think of to prevent my husband and I from forgetting each other..."
After saying that, Ginkgo burst into tears in Imagawa Yoshimoto's arms, and her tears wetted Imagawa Yoshimoto's chest. It was only now that Imagawa Yoshimoto realized that the girl in her arms who never gave up in a verbal fight, would protect and coax herself, and seemed stronger and more independent than anyone else, was actually a sensitive and fragile little girl at heart. Like Yoshimoto Imagawa, who had lacked family affection since childhood, she valued every close relationship as a treasure, fearing that the bond would break.
"So, sir." Ginkgo tried her best to stop her tears and regained her former strength. She looked into Imagawa Yoshimoto's eyes and said solemnly, "Don't care about my virginity. Don't self-righteously decide what is important for a woman." , I want my husband to marry me here."
Imagawa Yoshimoto pressed Ginkgo under him and fumbled awkwardly for the entrance. I finally found it, but when I saw the girl's pitiful tearful eyes, I no longer had the same interest as before.
"Don't leave." Ginkgo noticed Imagawa Yoshimoto's flinching, pouted and grabbed the corner of Imagawa Yoshimoto's clothes, "I've seen the girl's body, but she left without touching it. It hurts me very much." Self-respecting."
"I will marry you when you are warm again." Imagawa Yoshimoto was amused by Ginkgo's words and burst into tears. He leaned down and hugged Ginkgo tightly again, and kissed her deeply at the same time, giving her all his love. He conveyed his intention to the girl, exhausted all his tenderness, and promised softly:
"Miss Ginkgo, even if I forget who I am, I will never forget you. This is what I promised you."
"Hmm..." Ginkgo responded vaguely, feeling the fiery heart conveyed by the young man.
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Until all the enthusiasm had dissipated, the exhausted Ginkgo curled up in Imagawa Yoshimoto's arms like a kitten, obediently licking the sweat from his neck. And Imagawa Yoshimoto brought the quilt and wrapped Ginkgo well into the quilt.
"These are all weird postures... Sir, you are a pervert."
Ginkgo said softly and sadly.
"I saw it from the erotic pictures that the old man secretly hid." Imagawa Yoshimoto smirked, then placed a kiss on Ginkgo's forehead, and gently rubbed Ginkgo's chin with his fingers like a cat. The girl immediately became like a cat. He rubbed it obediently, and then muttered: "I'm sleepy, sir."
"Go to sleep if you feel sleepy." Imagawa Yoshimoto smiled and patted her smooth back.
"I won't hide it from you anymore. My real name is Imagawa Yoshimoto, and I am the head of the Imagawa family in Suruga." After hesitating for a long time, Imagawa Yoshimoto slowly spoke and told his life experience softly, "Where is Miss Ginkgo? You What’s your real name?”
The girl in her arms didn't answer.
Imagawa Yoshimoto looked down and found that Ginkgo had fallen asleep sweetly.
"You fall asleep so quickly."
