The Elegant Life of the Maodao Family

Vinyl records seem to be something that some fans will insist on. As far as Chiujima is concerned, of course it is not a insistence, but to appreciate vinyl records for the simple and clear reason of "because it is there".

From the moment Mao Dao was born, he grew up in a superior environment where everything he had, saw, and touched was first-class.These things slowly shaped the basic aesthetics, taste and values ​​of the Maodao family. Probably there is no more luxurious education than this, right?

It was snowing heavily outside and the wind was biting, but inside the room was as warm and comfortable as the sunshine in spring.

Chishima-san straightened her long legs and took a rest in a comfortable posture.

He hands out another piece of chocolate.

This time Mao Dao directly took the piece of chocolate with his lips.

Sensing Mao Dao's bold intentions, he smiled wryly.

From the other side, he took the piece of chocolate that Chishima-san was holding on his lips with his own, and kept his face close while eating the chocolate.

Sucking each other's sweet lips that are too sweet for the name, the intertwined tongues are even sweeter and hotter.

Rachmaninov suddenly got up from the side, and walked away quickly as if saying that he couldn't stand it anymore.

"You like to kiss."

"favourite."

Mao Dao showed a very natural expression, and answered very frankly.

"I like it too, but Rachmaninoff seems to be having trouble with us."

After saying that, he added as if he suddenly thought of something: "Or, it just doesn't want to disturb us?"

Dinner is scheduled for a little earlier than usual after seven o'clock.

The two of them, who spent the time until the evening without doing anything, went back to their respective rooms for a while, and took a bath and changed clothes first.

"When the time is up, go straight downstairs to the restaurant."

Mashima-san said to him while opening the door of her room.

He raised a hand in understanding, and walked a little further down the corridor.The second door, located a few steps away from the master's room, is the second suite he rented.

For Christmas Eve, a special night that is slightly different from usual, he went out of his way to buy a new suit in advance, and asked the clerk to help make a set.He knew that his status was not suitable for wearing such high-end clothes, but he wanted to let Mao Dao enjoy a special night as much as possible, and spent a lot of money on dressing just for this purpose.He has no regrets.Thinking of the ghost evening dress he ordered when Mao Dao took him to the dance, he felt that at least this one was not so embarrassing.

He took longer than usual to carefully arrange his clothes and grooming.He showered, brushed his teeth and shaved, and put on a little cologne, and his hair was carefully combed and sprayed.While looking in the mirror, I felt that my face was still expressionless as usual, and I was a little discouraged.But the most important thing is that as long as Mao Dao is satisfied, everything will be fine.

It was about the same time when he put on his brand new suit.

He wanted to wear the watch, but finally changed his mind and put the watch back.The watch will only spoil the atmosphere tonight.Instead, he picked up the small box next to it, about the size of a palm, and tied with a white ribbon made into a cross.He carefully stowed the box into the inside pocket of his suit.

The one in front of the entrance of the restaurant was the one where I stayed until just now. The reception room with the fireplace is more suitable as the living room since there are hardly any guests.

When he went downstairs, he hadn't seen Mao Dao yet.

He stood by the large window, looking out at the completely darkened outside.Sure enough, white things were flying outside.As the sun sets and the temperature continues to drop, a thin layer of snow has begun to accumulate on the ground.He thought about the situation of the grassland and the foliage trees for a while, but at this moment he was called out by Hatano and turned his head.

"Happy holidays. I've prepared champagne. Would you like an aperitif?"

"Uh, um, then I'm not going to be polite."

"Young master will be down soon."

He's the worst at handling situations like this.Headed by Hatano, the people working at the Chiushima mansion treat him with the same respect as they did to the Chiushima family, which always makes him feel uncomfortable.When they first agreed to live together, they made an appointment outside of working hours. He was not an employee but a friend of Mao Dao's, but this situation was a bit unexpected.

As he sipped the chilled pink champagne he had taken from Hatano, Kayujima walked in.

When he saw Mao Daoshi, he almost couldn't help sighing.

Mao Dao was wearing a tuxedo, and his figure was too graceful.At Maodao's age, very few people could wear this kind of formal attire unobtrusively.The Japanese, in particular, have few opportunities to wear them, so they can't afford this kind of clothes anyway.From this point of view, Mao Dao is perfect.The aristocratic straight face has a very elegant temperament, which complements the elegant every move, which made him deeply understand the fact that Mao Dao is not an ordinary person.

"very nice."

Standing in front of him, Mao Dao seemed very satisfied and praised his appearance.

"You usually look good in the garden, but you're also handsome in this way."

"As expected, I still feel...it's a pity that you match me. I haven't seen this kind of costume for a long time."

"Let's have a toast first."

Probably out of embarrassment, Chiushima-shi ignored his words, Hatano took a step forward at perfect timing after hearing it, and poured new wine into his glass.

Mashima raised the champagne glass in his hand to eye level.

"Today is 33 years old."

He almost slipped his glass in surprise.

"Happy birthday."

"I……"

After the wine glasses touched lightly, he murmured.

"...I was so careless!"

"Yup."

Mao Dao also smiled slightly, without denying it.

"You really don't seem to know what day it is like today."

"I forgot, because when I was young, my family used to celebrate Christmas Eve instead of birthdays. I didn't pay much attention to it when I grew up."

"Just like what you would do."

After Maojima drank the wine glass, he handed the glass to Hatano who was accompanying him.He also imitated Mao Dao's actions and finished the second glass of wine.

"Tonight I wanted to celebrate the special day of your birth at the same time no matter what, and I'm glad I got my wish."

He had an inexplicable feeling of reluctance, and grabbed Mao Dao's slender wrist and pulled him closer.

"Stop talking like that, I..."

He stopped mid-sentence.Thinking about what to say, choose your words carefully.

"Listen well, I, I hope to make you the happiest person, please don't be happy because of such trivial things."

"I think I'm always happy."

Maojima asserted bluntly and kissed his chin.

"I wanted to give you a present so badly that I hesitated for a week. I have absolutely no idea what you want."

"Each to each other."

He first hugged Mao Dao's whole body tightly, and then slowly left.

"It's also the first time I've been so bothered about Christmas presents."

"Are you going to give me something too? That's great."

"Let me see you off first."

Mao Dao agreed after a little consideration.

"Close your eyes."

He used his fingers to make Mao Daoshi close his eyes.

Then he took Maojima's right hand, opened his palm and put the small box he took out of his pocket into his palm.

"not yet."

He stopped Kajima-san who was about to open his eyes, unwrapped the ribbon of the small box on the palm of Kayshima-san and opened the lid.Then he took out the velvet box inside, and this time put it in Mao Dao's hands instead of the cardboard box, and reminded Mao Dao again not to open his eyes.

Mao Dao didn't move at all, and kept his eyes closed as he said, but when he grabbed his left hand, his whole body tensed up as if he was frightened.

He firmly put a cold and hard ring on Mao Dao's slender ring finger.

"—All right."

Mao Dao shivered and opened his eyes, staring at his fingers.Worn tightly on the finger is a decorative ring made of platinum and gold, the style is very simple.

Mao Dao didn't say a word, just looked at his fingers blankly.Then, gently touching the brand new ring as if in disbelief.

He looked at Mao Dao's stunned look tenderly.

"When the position is untenable, remember to take it down."

With a soft sound in his throat, Mashima shook his head as if to say "that won't happen".

"Can I really take this?"

"Aren't you going to accept it?"

When he asked back, Mao Dao shook his head vigorously.

"I can't think of anything that can move you so much."

"You won't know if you don't take a look? I'm looking forward to what you will give me."

Mao Dao took out a white envelope from his pocket.

After he took it, he carefully opened the seal.

Inside were two tickets to a kabuki performance and a guidebook for a helicopter tour over Tokyo.

Mao Dao lowered his head with a look of extreme lack of confidence, and told him that both were scheduled for tomorrow.

"It's too mediocre, are you disappointed?"

"Mr. Chengren."

He called softly.

"Please look up, otherwise I won't be able to thank you."

Mao Dao looked at his face tremblingly.

"...It's capricious, isn't it?"

"why?"

"This way, I can always be with you tomorrow."

"It's not mediocre at all, you always think of things that I can't even think of."

He just put his arms around Mao Dao's body and hugged him tightly.

"Thank you."

"I originally wanted to pick something that could be kept as a souvenir, but I couldn't think of it."

"I admire your taste, accept