MTL - The Sufferer is My Wife-Chapter 224

Yan Moai, who was lying on the bed, slowly stretched out her trembling hands from under the quilt, and picked up the mobile phone beside the pillow.

However, with Yan Moai's current strength, she couldn't lift the phone even after holding it a few times.

Himuro Kirie blinked her odd-color pupils and asked.

"Do you need help?"

Yan Moai sighed and spoke.

"Click to open the address book."

Himuro Kirie stepped on the kitten's paw to the phone, and opened the app with the address book written on it with the kitten's paw.

"Open it."

Yan Moai continued.

"Order sushi for takeout."

As soon as Bingshi Wuhui's little paw pressed, the phone screen immediately changed to the communication interface.

Himuro Kirie, who was on the phone for the first time, looked around curiously, but it didn't take long before a middle-aged man's voice came out.

"Moshi Moshi...do you need any service?"

Yan Moai said lightly.

"I want a takeaway sushi meal for one person, and the takeaway location is..."

Yan Moai said her address.

"Hi, we'll have it delivered as soon as possible."

The phone hung up.

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell of the rental house rang, followed by a young man's voice.

"takeout…"

Yan Moai looked at Wuhuimao.

Himuro Kirie nodded, and left the master bedroom with the money left by Takeo Saeki.

After half a minute, Wue Mao stood upright, grabbed a lunch box and walked into the master bedroom, and put the food in front of Yan Moai.

Yan Moai reached out to the lunch box containing sushi with difficulty.

Stretched halfway, the Wuhui cat under the bed pulled its front paws to the side of the bed, the little guy asked.

"Sushi...what is it?"

Yan Moai was silent for a few seconds before answering.

"It's a kind of food. After kneading vinegared rice into balls, put meat or seafood on it."

The fog-painted cat tilted its head.

"I can't imagine..."

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Yan Moai: "..."

This evil spirit...hasn't even eaten sushi?

Yan Moai brought over the lunch box containing the sushi. The lunch box was made of paper and didn't require much effort. Open the buckle and it would spread out automatically, revealing the fresh sushi inside.

Wuemao walked to the lunch box curiously and stared at it for a while.

Yan Moai heard the strange sound of swallowing saliva.

The fog-painted cat turned its head.

Yan Moai's heart was terribly cold. She actually saw an unspeakable and terrifying appetite in the eyes of a cat.

This cat... wants to eat me?

The mist-painted cat opens its mouth.

"Miss Yan Mo, you can't get up, right? My father told me to take care of you, please don't mind my next behavior."

The fog painting cat turned into a ray of light and crashed into Yan Moai's body. In an instant, Yan Moai's body recovered a lot. Although it was not possible to fully resume activities, Yan Moai was able to support her upper body and reach out to pick up the lunch box placed beside the bed.

Then I picked up the sushi in the lunch box and put it in my mouth.

Unprecedented beauty bloomed from my heart.

Himuro Kirie's voice echoed in Yan Moai's heart.

"Sushi...does it taste like this?"

Yan Moai suddenly understood the meaning of the terrifying appetite in the eyes of the ice room Kirie just now.

The girl picked up the second piece of sushi and put it in her mouth, followed by the third piece, and the fourth piece, until all the sushi was eaten, Yan Moai put the sushi box aside.

Himuro Kirie, who hadn't eaten enough, walked out of Yan Moai's body and turned into a cat on the bed.

Yan Moai, who was full, closed her eyes and prepared to rest, but not long after she closed her eyes, she heard a slap beside her. Yan Moai narrowed her eyes with a gap. Through this gap, Yan Moai saw the cat-skinned Himuro Kirie lying on the bed, with a book called "The Tale of Bamboo Tori" in front of her.

As if sensing Yan Moai's sight, Wuemao's head lifted up to meet Yan Moai.

Yan Moai saw a pair of eyes full of innocence and curiosity.

"Miss Yan Mo..."

Himuro Kirie's kitten paws clapped the cover of "The Tale of Bamboo Cutter" in his hand.

"Do you know Kaguya Hime?"

Yan Moai gave a faint "hmm".

Ice room fog painting is overjoyed.

"Didn't Kaguya Hime say she was a celestial girl from the heavenly palace of the moon? But I saw it with this yesterday..."

The small paws of Ice Room's fog painting stretched out to the astronomical telescope placed by the bedroom window.

"The moon doesn't have a celestial palace?"

Yan Moai did not respond.

Himuro Kirie was not making trouble, but turned to another page of the storybook. This page was about bamboo cutting by Sanuki Zomaro, who cut bamboo for handicrafts, and Himuro Kirie raised its head again.

"Miss Yan Mo, I have an idea. This Kaguya princess fell from the heavenly palace to the human world, and then came out of the bamboo. Now that there is no heavenly palace on the moon, is it true that all the fairies in the sky have fallen and lived in the bamboo?"

Yan Moai: "..."

Bingshi Wuhui scratched his head with his little paws.

"There are also many bamboos in Meguro. If all the fairies come down from the sky, why haven't I heard that there are fairies in the nearby bamboos?"

Yan Moai couldn't help but speak.

"It's just a fairy tale."

Himuro Kirie blinked.

"Fairy tale...what is it?"

Yan Moai said coldly.

"It's just a fictional story. The things in Kaguya Ji may be all fake and don't exist."

Himuro Kirie walked to the quilt that Yan Moai was covering.

"Fake? Are they all fake?"

Yan Moai nodded.

"Man cannot be born from bamboo."

Himuro Kirie asked again.

"How was that man born?"

Yan Moai turned his head.

Himuro Kirie continued to ask.

"Miss Yan Mo, don't you know? I don't know either. I read many books given by my father, but they didn't say how people are born."

Yan Moai whispered.

"You'll find out later."

Himuro Kirie rebutted.

"Miss Yan Mo, you don't know how people come out, do you? Why do you say I will know in the future? You are not lying to me, are you?"

Yan Moai: "..."

Himuro Kirie crawled from Yan Moai's calf to Yan Moai's lower abdomen, and the kitten raised its head so that the clear eyes of different colors could meet Yan Moai's blood eyes.

Himuro Kirie continued to speak.

"Miss Yan Mo, it's not good to lie to people. All the books I've read say that people who lie to others will go to **** in the future."

Yan Moai: "..."

"Miss Yan Mo, my father told me that you are very powerful, and you came from an incredible place. Where did you come from?"

Yan Moai: "..."

"You have the smell of the underworld, did you live near the underworld before?"

Yan Moai: "..."

"Miss Yan Mo, why don't you talk, I used to be the guarding witch of Huangquan, I think you should have a lot to say to me, right?"

Yan Moai: ?-ι_-｀

"Miss Yan Mo, are you uncomfortable somewhere? When I'm uncomfortable, I don't like to talk."

Yan Moai: ?_?

"Miss Yan Mo, do you want to go to the toilet? There is a thing called a flush toilet in the bathroom. I think other people use it. When you press it, water will come out. It's so interesting..."

Yan Moai: ー`? ー

"Miss Yan Mo..."

Yan Moai couldn't bear it and spoke.

"Miss Wue..."

Wuhuamao tilted its head and closed its mouth.

"How much time until the next meal?"

Yan Moai's words made Himuro Kirie look forward to it.

"Also, there are still five hours."

When it comes to food, Himuro Kirie's cold voice has a few more ups and downs.

Yan Moai said coldly.

"If there are still five hours left, that's enough time, Ms. Wue, I don't really care much about what to eat, so why not..."

Yan Moai stretched out her hand with all her strength, clicked on the phone screen and opened a takeaway app.

"Come and help me choose food."

Yan Moai clicked on her mobile phone screen, and brought up many food reviews.

Himuro Kirie opened his eyes wide.

"Hey, let me choose... food?"

In the past, Himuro Kirie always felt what Takeo Saeki ate, and she never had an active choice of food.

"Yes... the food is here..."

Yan Moai tapped the phone screen with her fingers, Himuro Kirie immediately jumped down from Yan Moai's lower abdomen and came to the phone screen.

Ice room fog painting: 〃\'▽\'〃

Yan Moai closed her eyes and said.