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Chapter 69 Drunk Tachibana Miyuki
Holding the souvenir in one hand, Natsume Weichuan looked down at the navigation on his phone.

It's not too hot in Tokyo right now. As soon as I walked out of the station, a breeze blew towards me, and my bangs on my forehead swayed with it.

"Tachibana-san's apartment, I think it's here from my memory."

Relying on my previous vague memory, I finally found where Tachibana Miyuki lived.

Although he also lives alone, the apartment looks obviously larger from the outside compared to his single apartment.

Stopping in front of the apartment door, Natsume Weichuan simply straightened his clothes, ensured the most basic etiquette, and rang the doorbell.

"Ding dong~"

His heartbeat couldn't help but quicken. Natsume Weichuan still remembered what happened the last time he met Tachibana Miyuki.

We said at the time that after it was over we would just pretend it never happened and keep it to ourselves. But people are not machines, it is impossible to forget it completely just by saying it casually, like formatting it.

I believe that he is not the only one who feels this way. I guess Tachibana Miyuki also chose to stay indoors to avoid meeting her for this reason.

Now that I'm here this time, I must resolve this matter thoroughly.

"who is that."

Just as I was thinking about it, a female voice was heard in front of me. Although it sounded a little unclear, I could still tell that it was Tachibana Miyuki's voice.

Could it be a misunderstanding, and she was actually really sick?

"It's me, Tachibana-san."

Natsume Weichuan responded. If it was a misunderstanding, then that was fine, but if the person was sick, then he should express his condolences.

There was a trivial sound of unlocking the door, and soon, the door of the apartment was slowly opened. Before I could see the person, a strong smell of alcohol hit my nose.

Unlike her usual dignified appearance, Tachibana Miyuki was wearing pajamas at this time, with disheveled hair casually draped over her shoulders, her makeup was blurry, her eyes were blurred and out of focus, and her expression and look looked much more haggard.

"Sister Tachibana, why are you so drunk in broad daylight?"

There was some shock in Natsume Weichuan's tone. He lowered his eyes and found that in addition to the hand holding the door handle, Tachibana Miyuki was holding a can of beer in the other hand.

"Drunk? I-I'm not drunk."

Tachibana Miyuki's plump legs under her nightgown swayed twice, and an unnatural blush appeared on her fair face. She stared at Natsume Yuikawa's face for a while, and her dazed pupils gradually focused.

"Is it Weichuan?"

"Bang."

The empty beer can fell out of her hand and rolled on the ground. Tachibana Miyuki rubbed her temple with one hand, and murmured to herself with her rosy lips:

"It seems that I am really drunk, otherwise how could I meet Weichuan?"

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Putting aside the sudden change of address, the fact that he only recognized me now and just opened the door so casually is really worrying.

Natsume Yuikawa walked into the apartment, took Tachibana Miyuki's arm with one hand, held her shoulder with the other, exerted a little force, and said, "Sister Tachibana, don't run around when you are so drunk. I will help you go to the room to rest first."

"Um"

Tachibana Miyuki shook her head left and right, and before she had taken two steps, she suddenly reached out and hugged Natsume Yuikawa, rubbing against him while putting her mouth close to his.

"That's right, now we are in a dream, it's time to do something serious."

The warm body pressed against me, and the rich aroma of wine not only penetrated my nose, but also completely penetrated into my mouth.

Natsume Weichuan didn't expect this to happen, and suddenly lost his balance and fell backwards.

He fell to the ground, and because he had to bear the weight of Tachibana Miyuki, his back began to hurt.

However, what made Natsume Yuikawa even more unable to cope with was that Tachibana Miyuki's hands seemed to be touching randomly, and she had unbuttoned the collar of her pajamas without realizing it.

Natsume Weichuan felt something was wrong when he felt the smooth touch of the skin not covered by the T-shirt. He glanced into the pajamas and found that there was nothing there.

After swallowing his saliva, Natsume Weichuan glanced at the apartment door that had not yet been closed. He finally pulled his arm free, supported Tachibana Miyuki's shoulders, and said anxiously:
"Sister Tachibana, the apartment door is still open. If we continue like this, the neighbors will see us."

"I am so annoyed. This is my dream. If I don't want it, how could anyone else come?"

Tachibana Miyuki's consciousness was still dominated by alcohol. She couldn't hear what he said. She struggled impatiently, trying to break free from the restraints.

Natsume Weichuan had no choice but to slide the hand that was supporting her shoulder to the side and squeeze it a little harder.

"Um, be gentle, it hurts a little."

Tachibana Miyuki said angrily.

"So this isn't a dream. Look, you feel the pain, don't you?"

Natsume Yuikawa immediately responded to this point.

“That’s right.”

Tachibana Miyuki stopped moving instantly. She straightened her upper body, kept sitting in the riding position, touched her lips and murmured, "So this is not a dream. Damn, this is terrible."

Her consciousness became somewhat clearer, but her reaction was still a little slow. A hint of panic flashed across Tachibana Miyuki's beautiful eyes. She opened her lips, but didn't know what to say.

"Let me close the door of the apartment first. Come, I'll help you up."

Natsume Yuikawa finally managed to get out and helped Tachibana Miyuki up. Then he moved his feet, stretched out his arms, and locked the apartment door.

After doing all this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and helped Tachibana Miyuki, who had calmed down and was staring blankly at the ground with her face drooped, to lie down on the sofa in the living room.

Lying on the sofa, Tachibana Miyuki half-closed her eyes and stared at Natsume Yuikawa, saying, "Natsume-kun, I'm sorry, I seem to be a little confused."

"It's okay. Compared to this, do you have any hangover tea at home?"

Natsume Yuikawa reached out and pushed aside the hair that was blocking Tachibana Miyuki's eyes and asked.

Tachibana Miyuki frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then slowly said, "Probably not. I basically didn't drink alcohol before. But honey seems to have some effect in sobering me up."

"Where is it? I'll go make you some honey to drink."

Natsume Weichuan raised her eyes and looked around the apartment. The honey she mentioned was not visible, so it should be placed somewhere.

"I think it's under the cupboard. I'll get it for you."

As Tachibana Miyuki said this, she staggered and tried to get up from the sofa.

Natsume Weichuan was so worried that he stopped her and said softly, "Just let me do it. Sister Tachibana, please be obedient and wait for me here, okay?"

Unexpectedly, his words of persuasion not only had no effect on Tachibana Miyuki, but even had the opposite effect.

The latter slapped down the hand that was blocking him and said with a straight face: "Who are you asking to obey? Who among us should be taken care of?"

Before he finished speaking, he sat up and walked straight to the kitchen.

(End of this chapter)