I understand the basic knowledge of caring for people," Hayato said with a laugh.
"...Then thank you very much, Hayato-sensei," Miyajima Sakura said.
She was indeed a person who disliked troubling others, but for her mother's health, she accepted Aiya Yayoi's suggestion.
After bowing, she hurried off, jogging towards her grandfather's room upstairs.
Hayato then sat down on the sofa chair by the hospital bed.
As soon as her backside touched the soft cushion, she suddenly seemed to remember something and quietly muttered, "Oh, this isn't good."
And so, under Miyajima Tsubaki's gaze…
Aiya Yayoi began doing deep squats, chanting "one-two, one-two"…
She almost forgot about gaining weight.
Hayato thought, I might as well use this opportunity to exercise.
But Miyajima Tsubaki completely failed to understand.
"...What are you doing?"
"Maintaining my figure." Hayato glanced at Miyajima Tsubaki; although she was wearing a loose hospital gown, her voluptuous and firm figure was still discernible.
She had given birth, yet her figure was still so good.
How did this old woman maintain herself?
She thought this inwardly, but Hayato's words were merciless.
"When you get older… once you pass thirty, the weight you gain won't be so easy to lose, you know."
Hayato pursed her lips while squatting: "By the way, I'm twenty-eight this year."
She hadn't expected that after following Hayato, she would one day find a sense of superiority from her age.
These words indeed seemed to hit Miyajima Tsubaki's sore spot.
She let out a soft "Ugh," her expression instantly changing, but she quickly realized it was Aiya Yayoi's provocation.
She immediately retorted:
"Maintaining one's figure… a temporary workout won't solve the problem.
Only years of dietary regulation and consistent daily exercise will lead to weight loss… Heh heh."
Hayato pouted, not replying, and continued her deep squats.
After doing one or two more, she suddenly curved her lips into a smile:
"Madam Miyajima, it's been a long time since you've exercised like this, hasn't it?"
Miyajima Tsubaki: ...
"Sometimes you still need to pay attention to your health, or your little belly will appear very quickly," Hayato said with a smile.
"Although I heard you've been single for a long time, but… aren't you considering finding another lover?"
Miyajima Tsubaki's face suddenly flushed crimson:
"I, I don't know what you're talking about."
"You've already had a child.
Why are you acting so innocent?" Hayato said with a winking smile: "You've been single for almost twenty years, haven't you?
Aren't you really lonely?"
"What… do you mean?"
"Look at your demure appearance; you haven't had any other men all these years, have you?
Twenty-some years of being alone, it must be very lonely."
"...I don't need it." Miyajima Tsubaki turned her face away, her flushed color showing not only shyness but also some shame.
She said she didn't need it, but the night before, she had dreamt of a certain young man.
The next day, her heart was still pounding wildly.
"I used to think that too," Hayato chuckled, "But, ah, the feeling of having a man to play with… it's really good, truly good~~"
"No...!" Miyajima Tsubaki bit her silver teeth lightly.
But her words lacked a bit of conviction.
"That brat… you should know who I'm talking about, right?
Don't let him fool you; he's actually quite gentle, you know.
Imagine him sleeping beside you at night, whispering softly to you…"
Hayato's words carried a sense of seduction.
Miyajima Tsubaki froze, her face completely red.
She strongly held back; bringing up such topics again would eventually lead to trouble.
Tsubaki felt her head was already a bit muddled… She was a traditional woman by nature, but such women, when suppressed for too long, could easily ignite.
She was afraid of doing something irreversible.
"So what? He still abandoned you, didn't he?" Miyajima Tsubaki sneered.
But when she said this, there was still some resentment… While abandoning Hayato, Hayato had also abandoned her.
"Madam Tsubaki, how old are you this year?"
"Thirty-eight…" Miyajima Tsubaki subconsciously stated her age, then bit her tongue suspiciously: "…Why do you ask?"
"Nanao Akane is seventeen this year, even younger than your daughter… And you're getting angry with a young girl."
Hayato said.
"You're jealous too." Miyajima Tsubaki scoffed: "I wonder whose mouth was so pouty it could hang an oil lamp just now."
Hayato said, "That's called flirting.
Even if you're not jealous, you have to pretend to be jealous… It looks like there's no fun in dating you.
You wouldn't even be able to decide on a date spot, would you?
Just aimlessly wandering with the boy."
Miyajima Tsubaki's face continued to flush.
She had to admit, Hayato was right.
When she was with Hayato before, she really did just wander aimlessly…
"Hmph, I'm just worried about Sakura's future…" Miyajima Tsubaki said self-righteously, but her conscience was hurting.
She didn't know which aspect she truly cared about.
"Your daughter isn't worried, so what are you worried about?"
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