Imagawa Yoshimoto suspected that he was the one who didn't wake up, because he couldn't believe what he saw in front of him. It wasn't until Miao Miao on his shoulder excitedly ran towards the woman and jumped on her shoulder waiting for her to masturbate the cat that Imagawa Yoshimoto slowly accepted all this.
"Miss Ginkgo...?"
Imagawa Yoshimoto's voice trembled.
"Uh-huh, sir?" Ginkgo rubbed Miao Miao's back and raised her eyebrows at Imagawa Yoshimoto, "Why did you come back? I've been waiting for you all night...well, I fell asleep a long time ago. .”
"How did you know it was me?" Imagawa Yoshimoto suddenly asked the question that he had been struggling with all night, "Aren't you afraid that it will be another man who comes in?"
"I saw Miaomiao as soon as I got to the bedroom. Naturally, I understood everything. She was so happy that she cried and laughed. It even made you Imagawa family members think I was a crazy woman." Ginkgo smiled bitterly. , hugged Miaomiao into his arms.
"So you are..."
"Ginkgo Takeda, I have met His Highness Imagawa." Ginkgo made a casual gesture between the mattresses.
"You said that your father had found a good match for you a long time ago..."
"It's the Imagawa family. My father has long wanted to form an alliance with the Imagawa family. But my husband always said that he was from Kanto. How did I know?" Ginkgo seemed to be upset about being deceived, pouting and complaining, "Although I lied to you sir, I am not from Northern Shinano. I am a mountain girl from Kai."
"But I...didn't I tell you that I am Imagawa Yoshimoto?" Imagawa Yoshimoto's voice was still trembling. He did not completely come out of the surprise brought by joy, but kept confirming incoherent things. .
"When?" Ginkgo looked confused.
"After...the first sexual intercourse..." Imagawa Yoshimoto said as he recalled what happened at that time, and then he suddenly realized, "Oh! I remembered it! You suddenly fell asleep at that time, and the pieces were broken when you woke up! You don't remember me. It’s about revealing my identity to you!”
"It's all my fault, sir. The little girl has been worried for a year and has lost a lot of her hair." Ginkgo glared at Imagawa Yoshimoto, fiddled with her long hair with her hands, and then smiled sweetly, "But she's fine now. There will never be anything that worries me in the days to come. Sir, this little girl is your wife."
It’s my…wife…
Imagawa Yoshimoto finally recovered from the shock and understood how lucky he was to have the dramatic result in front of him. He suddenly stepped forward and threw Ginkgo onto the mattress, making Miaomiao jump away quickly. The paper ginkgo piled up in the room was also shaken, with a "crash" sound all over Imagawa Yoshimoto and the ginkgo. But Imagawa Yoshimoto didn't care about this, he just hugged Ginkgo tightly, for fear that the person in front of him would fly away if he let go. After a while, he started sobbing.
"Okay, it's okay, sir." After all, Ginkgo had spent a night longer than Imagawa Yoshimoto to digest her emotions. Although her eyes were filled with tears at this moment, she was much calmer. She patted Imagawa Yoshimoto's back, "Let's go again." We will never be separated again, we will always be together like this until the end of our lives.”
The young couple hugged each other tightly among the paper ginkgo trees in the room, feeling each other's warmth. The rapid and powerful heartbeat beats one after another, conveying one's unconcealable love to the other person. This is the first time that the couple has truly embraced each other comfortably. They don't have to worry about whether this embrace will be the last time, and they don't have to worry about the unclear future. That down-to-earth happiness is better than countless lovers and concubines.
Imagawa Yoshimoto kissed Ginkgo, and the embrace became more and more passionate.
"Sir, at least let me eat something first. I'm starving...I married into your Imagawa family and I haven't even eaten a single meal." Ginkgo gently pushed Imagawa Yoshimoto with both hands and complained faintly. But the action of resisting and welcoming only made the man's movements more violent.
"You'll have something to eat soon." Imagawa Yoshimoto pressed Ginkgo onto the mattress and gave her a condescending smile.
"Sir, you are a pervert..." Crimson blush quickly climbed onto Ginkgo's cheeks, and she pursed her lips and protested softly.
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It wasn't until the sun rose three poles that Imagawa Yoshimoto and Ginkgo were finally exhausted. The longing for them for a whole year turned into passion and was passed on to each other.
"I want a drink of water, please give me a towel!" Ginkgo pursed her lips tightly and glared at Imagawa Yoshimoto resentfully, "Sir, you are a pervert. Don't you love being clean the most? Why did you make me like this! Really !”
"Okay, okay, let's get it for you!" Imagawa Yoshimoto, who succeeded, took a cup of tea and a silk scarf from the table. After Ginkgo took it, he rinsed his mouth vigorously, and wiped his body with the silk scarf for a long time before he was finally satisfied. .
"Let's go and eat." Imagawa Yoshimoto started to put on clothes hastily, but the disheveled Ginkgo stayed on the bed and refused to get up.
"I'm sleepy, sir." Ginkgo mumbled and lay down on the pillow, closing her eyes instantly.
"Haha, go to sleep when you feel sleepy." Imagawa Yoshimoto agreed to the woman's request to sleep as usual, but he also felt that his eyelids could not be opened. After all, it took so long and so much energy was expended. So he took off his clothes and prepared to fall asleep.
However, just before he "fallen down" and "went to sleep", Ginkgo's breathing had become evener - he was clearly asleep.
"This silly girl... I really can't help it..." Imagawa Yoshimoto lovingly hugged Ginkgo into his arms, and Ginkgo obediently rested her head on the man's shoulder while half asleep and half awake. Imagawa Yoshimoto looked at the fair skin that was stained crimson due to passion, and then reached out to touch the graceful curves, but the wet sweat beads on the woman's body made him worried. He pulled the quilt up to Ginkgo's shoulders and wrapped her up well, for fear that she would catch a cold. The hand that had nowhere to rest also took advantage of her long satin-like hair and gently curled it on the fingertips.
Miaomiao on the side witnessed the entire process of adult human reproduction, nodded as if understanding, then climbed onto the pillow, curled up obediently next to the heads of Imagawa Yoshimoto and Ginkgo, and fell asleep immediately . And the ginkgo in Imagawa Yoshimoto's arms curled up and slept like a cat.
Imagawa Yoshimoto felt Ginkgo's breathing, the slight rise and fall of her chest, and Miao Miao's breathing. The hot temperature in his arms did not fade away, but became even gentler.
She is my wife, my favorite sweetheart has become my wife, and we can spend the rest of our lives together. So many beautiful memories in the past will not turn into sadness when looking back, but can be continued. Being able to see her every day, watching her smile, watching her sleep, and hearing her "Good morning, sir" greetings - there is nothing happier than this in the world. We will have children in the future, I will be a qualified father, she will be a gentle mother, and we will have a happy family. The child will also grow up happily and will not be like the childhood of the two of us...
This is enough... God has been good enough to me... Even if there is nothing else, this is enough.
I have no other pursuits in life, and that's fine.
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When Ginkgo woke up, Imagawa Yoshimoto was already sitting at the table with breakfast in hand.
"Good morning, sir..." Gingko was attracted by the scent and got up. She straightened up and put on her clothes.
"Do you want to eat?" Imagawa Yoshimoto admired the woman's most lazy and charming look when she got up.
"Well... I mean sir..." Ginkgo didn't answer, but picked up one from the pile of paper ginkgo covered with mattresses and tatami mats, brought it to his eyes and looked at it repeatedly, "These ginkgos... are all for me. Is it folded?”
"Well, every time I miss you, I break it." Imagawa Yoshimoto nodded.
"How long does it take sir to fold one?" Ginkgo tilted her head and looked at Imagawa Yoshimoto suspiciously.
"Hmm...about half a cup of tea?" Imagawa Yoshimoto raised the teacup on the table and made a rough estimate.
"Oh, there is really no way..." Ginkgo responded, then leaned down, muttering "One, two, three..." and began to count the number of paper ginkgos.
"What are you doing, Ginkgo?" Imagawa Yoshimoto was amused by Ginkgo's serious look, "How can you count them?"
"I want to calculate how long it has been in a year since Mr. Ginkgo didn't think about me..." Ginkgo pouted and rolled her eyes at Imagawa Yoshimoto. Suddenly she felt aggrieved as if she was about to cry, with tears almost leaving her eyes. But I think about Mr. every moment..."
Ginkgo's aggrieved look and words made Imagawa Yoshimoto's heart almost break, and he hurriedly stepped forward and hugged her, for fear that the woman would turn into a woman.
"I still can't believe it...Is there such a lucky thing in the world?" Ginkgo listened to Imagawa Yoshimoto's solid heartbeat, her small hands caressed his back, and her tears wetted Imagawa Yoshimoto's clothes, "Sir, you know that I How did you survive this year... I am afraid every day. I am afraid that I will marry a stranger who is not my husband; I am afraid that all the good memories with my husband will only become regrets. Every time I think about it, I will only cry and feel sad. I know how to laugh; I am afraid that I will never see my husband again; I am afraid that the hug and kiss when we say goodbye will be the last time... Just thinking about it makes my heart hurt. How can something be so painful..."
"It's okay, we will never be separated again." Imagawa Yoshimoto patted the woman in his arms, kissed her long hair, and said softly, "Ginkgo, please give me more advice in the future."
"Well, sir, please give me your advice."
