“I’m sorry, Natsu, I can’t leave him.” Hashimoto Arina’s expression was resolute as she took the arm of the handsome man beside her and turned to leave.

“Sister Youcai!” Shirakawa Natsu reached out to her back, trying to stop her, but was tripped by someone.

Mikoshi knelt beneath him, opened her mouth, and moved her head back and forth.

Shirakawa Natsumi was taken aback: “Why don’t I feel pain anymore?”

Miyuki raised her head, opened her mouth, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth: “I’ve already bitten it off, so it won’t hurt anymore.”

“Ah!!!” Shirakawa Natsu jumped up from the bed, looking around in horror. The familiar hospital bed made him breathe a sigh of relief.

“I was so scared, I never would have a dream like that.”

After talking to Miyuki on the phone yesterday, he tossed and turned in bed until late at night before finally falling asleep.

There is no doubt that Arina Hashimoto has feelings for Hama Kimura, so what is the true nature of their relationship?

Why did Hama Kimura reappear after being missing for three months, and why did he have amnesia? It’s impossible for a normal human to survive alone in the forest for three months while injured, not even Bear Grylls.

What kind of person is Hama Kimura?

These questions lingered in Shirakawa Natsu’s mind; to complete the mission, she had to dispel the fog of mystery.

“I need to stay rational.” After quickly washing up, Shirakawa Natsumi sat back on the hospital bed, took out her paintbrush, and began to paint.

Normally I can quickly enter a state of flow, but this time my mind keeps surfacing with thoughts related to Hama Kimura.

What kind of person is he? What does he look like? And what is his relationship with Hashimoto Arina?

“Ah!” Shirakawa Natsu felt flustered and confused. She picked up the drawing and wanted to throw it away, but then she remembered that there was a half-finished manuscript on it, so she silently put it down and finally collapsed onto the hospital bed in despair.

Hashimoto Arina visited him during her rounds this morning, but didn’t mention a word about what happened last night.

Her smile was like a little sun. She took his hand and placed it on her thigh. The touch of her flesh-colored, ultra-thin stockings calmed his agitated mood slightly.

Time quickly passed to around three o’clock in the afternoon, and the summer heat made people feel restless.

Miyu walked into the ward with her hands in her pockets, skillfully pulled out a caregiver’s chair, and sat down next to the bed.

“So you got results so quickly?” Shirakawa Natsu thought it would take at least two or three days, but she didn’t expect Miyuki to be so fast.

“It’s easy to get information from a popular guy.” Miyuki pulled out her phone.

“I’ll send you his photo, take a look yourself.”

Shirakawa Natsu opened her phone, and a series of pictures appeared on the screen. She tapped on the top one.

With long hair covering half of his face, this hairstyle should have been quite somber, but Kimura Hama didn’t look like that at all.

Wearing silver frameless glasses and a gentle, quiet smile, he is smiling in the picture, his eyes curving into crescents.

Quiet, gentle, and scholarly.

A gentleman is like jade, warm to the touch; this is the kind of person described.

“Sigh…” Shirakawa Natsu carefully examined it for a long time before finally letting out a deep sigh.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, just looking at the photos made him feel a sense of frustration.

An opponent like the Minotaur is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Miyuki said, “Kimura Hama graduated from Tokyo Medical College along with Hashimoto Arina.”

“She went missing for three months during her graduation trip. After returning to society, she experienced amnesia and developed a connection with the woman who saved her during that time.”

“Under the other party’s meticulous care, it took a year to recover his memory and become a professor in the Department of Literature at the University of Tokyo.”

“Gentle and mild-mannered, he consistently ranks first in all of the University of Tokyo’s faculty satisfaction surveys.”

“He has never had any scandals or blemishes, and is the perfect teacher in the eyes of his students.”

Shirakawa Natsu suddenly said, “I’m familiar with this kind of plot. Usually, seemingly perfect guys are secretly plotting some kind of terrible conspiracy and doing some beastly things that defy all moral values.”

Mi no Shiki didn’t say anything, just looked at him calmly.

Shirakawa Natsu, feeling embarrassed by the stares, spread her hands and said, “Okay, I admit it, I’m just jealous. Jealousy has made me unrecognizable.”

No one could imagine the possibility of victory against such an opponent.

He swiped the screen, and the photos were all everyday shots: him standing on the podium smiling as he lectured, him sitting alone in his office, and him chatting with students with a big smile on his face. He was truly handsome from every angle.

It’s as if it has a built-in filter; even through the screen, you can feel its gentle and refined temperament.

I looked at another photo, and this time it showed a clean-cut, sunny young man with short hair, laughing heartily at the camera with a slightly silly look on his face.

The photo is quite old and has low resolution.

“How did you manage to sneak in a stranger’s photo?” Shirakawa Natsu asked.

“This is a photo of Kimura Hama during his university days,” Miyuki said.

Shirakawa Natsu was stunned, staring at the photo in surprise, then swiping to the previous one: “Did this guy get plastic surgery?”

The two photos, taken at different times, give completely different impressions; at first glance, they could not possibly be the same person.

Upon closer comparison, it was discovered that the two people’s facial contours were 90% similar, with only slight differences in details.

But this photo is from six years ago, so there’s no problem with the timeline. In fact, Kimura Hama’s appearance hasn’t changed much.

But when Kimura Hama grew her hair long, covering half of her face, and wore glasses, her overall demeanor was completely different.

“Boys change a lot after they learn how to dress up,” Miyuki said.

“Really?” Shirakawa Natsu compared the two photos and looked at Miyuki: “If you help me dress up, how do I compare to him?”

Miyuki’s lips curled into a roguish smile.

Shirakawa Natsu felt he had asked a question that would only humiliate him, and he looked at Miyuki. Yesterday he thought her canine teeth were particularly sharp, but looking at her again today, it wasn’t entirely because of the video.

The function of tiger teeth is to pierce the flesh of prey when attacking them. As human hunting methods have changed, tiger teeth have gradually degenerated.

When he looked at Mi and spoke, it was obvious that his canine teeth had grown out a bit.

“What are you looking at?” Miyuki asked, frowning.

“Has anyone ever told you that your teeth are very sharp?” Shirakawa Natsu asked uncertainly. He wasn’t a medical professional, and while Mikoto’s teeth were sharp, they weren’t particularly noticeable.

He wasn’t sure this wasn’t normal.

Miyuki frowned slightly, took out her phone and examined it. Judging from her expression, she seemed to have never paid attention to this issue before.

When she opened her mouth, Shirakawa Natsu saw her tongue, which was covered with a little sticky, glistening saliva.

Last time, when Miyuki stuck her head under the covers, he didn’t see her open her mouth. Now, seeing it again, and remembering that he still had some saliva on her lips, he inexplicably felt that her mouth was very dry.

His gaze moved from his moist mouth to his teeth, his sharp canines, and he thought of his dream that morning.

A chill ran down my spine, and I turned my head away, unable to look any further.

Seeing his subtle movements, Miyuki closed her mouth: “Koizumi Na will deal with Kimura Hama.”

“Who is Koizumi Nai?” Shirakawa Natsu searched her memory but did not recognize the person.

“The dean’s daughter, Hashimoto Arina’s distant cousin, is resentful that Kimura Hama didn’t end up with Hashimoto Arina.” After explaining, Miyuki stood up and said, “Let’s go.”

“No need to see me out.” Shirakawa Natsu waved his hand. The woman next to Miyuki when he made the video call yesterday was Koizumi Nai.

Although the enemy of my enemy is my friend, Shirakawa Natsu had no intention of getting to know Koizumi Nao.

The name itself sounds like it was given away as a gift.

Shirakawa Natsu lay in bed, looking at the ceiling of the ward, at Hashimoto Arina’s unusual behavior, and at Kimura Hama’s intelligence.

The dreaded jigsaw puzzle gradually took shape in his mind.

Watching the sun gradually set outside the window, painting the sky with a red veil.

Hashimoto Arina stood at the door of the ward, holding a lunchbox in one hand, with a smile on her face, and gently knocked on the already opened ward door with the other hand.

“Xia, are you cosplaying a melancholic guy today?”

Shirakawa Natsumi snapped out of her daze and sat up: “Ayana-neechan, are you off work?”

“Yes, there were no new patients this afternoon.” Hashimoto Arina placed the lunchbox on the bedside table and made a praying gesture with her hands.

“So I hope everyone stays healthy, so I can leave work on time every day.”

“But if no one gets sick, Sister Cai will be out of a job,” Shirakawa Natsumi said with a smile.

“Ah~” Hashimoto Arina pouted, her expression exaggerated, and covered her chest with one hand: “Damn it, I actually hesitated. Don’t ask me such a devilish multiple-choice question.”

“It’s okay, I have Cai-jie to take care of.” Shirakawa Natsu smiled and reached out to hold her hand.

Their eyes met, and Hashimoto Arina’s exaggerated expression gradually disappeared. Her fair cheeks seemed to blush for a moment in the sunset, but she quickly put on a smile and reached out to pat his head vigorously: “You brat, hurry up and eat.”

“Okay.” Shirakawa Natsu opened the bento box, and Hashimoto Arina’s cooking skills were as consistently excellent as ever.

I ate the bento box, but it felt like I hadn’t fully eaten it.

“Arina-nee.” Shirakawa Natsu put down her chopsticks and turned to look at Hashimoto Arina: “Do you really like me, the kind of liking a woman has for a man?”

Hashimoto Arina’s smile froze for a moment, but she quickly recovered: “Of course, we’re dating.”

“Kimura Hama.” Shirakawa Natsu said the name softly; he didn’t want to confront Hashimoto Arina.

But he was stuck in his hospital bed, and time was not on his side.

If the balloon isn’t popped, maintaining the status quo between him and Hashimoto Arina would be tantamount to slow suicide.

After he uttered that name, the smile on Hashimoto Arina’s face gradually disappeared.

Seeing this expression on her face for the first time, Shirakawa Natsu felt a sudden, inexplicable panic. She quickly said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t suspect anything about Sister Cai, it’s just that…”

Hashimoto Arina suddenly raised her hand, and Shirakawa Natsu closed her eyes, waiting for her to slap her.

Ask a friend to investigate her childhood sweetheart; he’s detestable in every way.

The expected slap did not land on his face.

The hand reached behind his head, pulling his body forward.

His lips touched something soft.

Shirakawa Natsu suddenly opened his eyes and saw Hashimoto Arina’s face pressed against his, his nose touching hers and hurting a little.

His mind went blank, and he felt his lips being parted by a tongue.

He was like a puppet on strings, his teeth were roughly forced open, and a small tongue was inserted into his mouth.

Despite being very small, it was unusually rough, forcing his tongue back.