Hashimoto Arina’s breath hit his face, and her tongue darted roughly around in his mouth.

Their tongues pressed together, the particles on their tongues rubbing against each other, saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths, tasteless, and there was no skill involved.

Shirakawa Natsu blushed, completely oblivious to the romance others described in their stories about kissing.

He shoved Hashimoto Arina away abruptly, and when he saw her face clearly, he froze.

Expressionless.

Hashimoto Arina’s face showed no love, no anger, no emotion whatsoever.

Shirakawa Natsu’s heart skipped a beat. She wanted to speak, to ask why they did this, but she couldn’t bring herself to say a word.

Hashimoto Arina suddenly reached out and pushed him on the chest, knocking him down onto the bed.

A hand pressed down on his chest, preventing Shirakawa Natsu from getting up.

She rolled onto the bed and pinned him down with her body.

“Sister Youcai…” Shirakawa Natsu wanted to say that she went to bed without taking off her high heels, but then felt that she shouldn’t say that now.

But he didn’t know what to say; his mind was a complete mess.

They could only watch helplessly as Hashimoto Arina slowly pressed down on them.

Hashimoto Arina leaned down, and the two were only one centimeter apart. Of course, due to the deliberate suspension of their chests, it could also be said that they were pressed together.

Face to face, they could feel each other’s breathing.

As Hashimoto Arina spoke, her breath brushed against his face: “You’re scared, your body is trembling.”

“I…” Shirakawa Natsu opened his mouth to speak, but couldn’t get the words out. Just like Hashimoto Arina said, he was nervous and trembling.

But that’s only part of the reason; another part is because Hashimoto Arina was pressing down on him.

Even with a huge chest cushioning the way, his weakened state still made it hard for him to breathe.

The tension and stress, combined with the pressure, gradually made him feel short of breath and his face turned red.

Hashimoto Arina immediately sensed his abnormality and hurriedly got off him, turning him into a side-lying position.

Then I placed my hand on his back and patted his back to help him breathe.

Shirakawa Natsu exhaled a few breaths of stale air, finally feeling much better.

In the situation just now, Hashimoto Arina had complete control, but because of this little incident…

Make the atmosphere subtle.

“Sister Yu-Cai…” Shirakawa Natsumi said cautiously after feeling her breathing become easier.

A hand reached out from behind and covered his mouth.

“Don’t speak.” Hashimoto Arina’s voice came from behind him. She covered his mouth with her hand and also pressed down slightly to prevent him from turning his head.

Shirakawa Natsumi could feel her back pressed against Hashimoto Arina’s, but she couldn’t see her expression.

Have you ever truly loved someone, believed that being together was a given, and had all your plans for the future based on their image?

Shirakawa Natsu was silent for a few seconds, then tried to speak, only to find her mouth covered, leaving her with a complicated feeling.

If you’re going to ask me a question, take your hand away.

“No need to answer in a hurry, you’re still young.” Hashimoto Arina moved closer, even closer than before.

Shirakawa Natsumi could clearly feel the popliteal fossa behind her knee joint, where the flesh-colored stockings on her knee were pressed together, and that area was somewhat sensitive.

“I’m your girlfriend. Don’t think about it anymore, and don’t ask anymore,” Hashimoto Arina said softly.

The two lay on the bed, their bodies pressed together.

As the sun set outside the window, Hashimoto Arina got out of bed and tucked Shirakawa Natsu into bed.

She bent down and kissed him on the forehead, then smiled and said, “See you tomorrow.”

After doing all this, Hashimoto Arina left with her lunchbox, leaving Shirakawa Natsu alone on the bed. Watching her departing figure, he suddenly said, “I feel like I didn’t get anything out of her.”

But when they thought of Hashimoto Arina’s lips, their lips met, and they could hear each other’s heartbeats.

The two seemed to merge into one, but when they reached out to grasp each other, the other slipped through their fingers like sand.

A strange feeling suddenly welled up in Shirakawa Natsumi’s heart: “I think I’ve really fallen in love with her.”

Just like he’s a staunch fetishist for sheer black stockings, he’s also into Arina Hashimoto’s sheer flesh-colored stockings.

Because I like her, I like the way she looks in sheer flesh-colored stockings.

This must be love.

Hashimoto Arina came out of the ward. It was already late. She stood at the corner, with no one around. It was a dark corner where the lights couldn’t reach.

She slammed her head against the wall: “How utterly shameful! What did I do to that child?!”

“Thump, thump, thump.” Footsteps suddenly sounded in the distance.

Hashimoto Arina froze, praying in her heart that she wouldn’t be discovered.

However, a flashlight beam shone directly at where she was standing.

“Ah, who is it?” The nurse was startled. She was on duty tonight and when she walked to the corner, she saw a woman in a white coat standing silently against the wall.

Although hospitals are the places with the most urban legends, most people who study medicine do not believe in ghosts and gods.

The nurse backed away, cautiously keeping an eye on the strange woman.

“Sorry…” Hashimoto Arina turned her head, forcing a smile, but then felt something dripping down her forehead. She realized that she had hit her head on the wall too hard and had suffered a minor injury.

“Ah!!!” A scream pierced the hospital, the flashlight fell to the ground, and the nurse scrambled back.

Liquid dripped from under the nurses’ skirts onto the floor, leaving a trail down the corridor.

the next day.

“The hospital is haunted?” Shirakawa Natsu stood in the corridor, listening to the two nurses gossiping.

It is said that ten years ago, a female obstetrician experimented on other female nurses and was eventually killed by her own experimental subjects.

They have begun discussing ways to deal with the strange occurrences.

Shirakawa Natsu scoffed at this, saying that hospitals were places rife with ghost stories.

This world is based on science; there is no way that demons and monsters could exist here.

However, Hashimoto Arina also took the day off today, saying she was feeling unwell, and told him to eat on time by himself.

Shirakawa Natsu didn’t know if Hashimoto Arina was avoiding him.

After yesterday, he had lost the possibility of obtaining information from her.

“What a hassle.” The first thing Shirakawa Natsu does every morning when she gets up is to open her phone and tap on the Yellow Hair app.

The two’s favorability rating remained at 99%, as if it were welded there, neither increasing nor decreasing.

Shirakawa Natsumi began to suspect that there might be six digits after the decimal point.

He continued drawing in bed, and after what happened last night, his troubled mood inexplicably calmed down.

Does having large breasts really have a healing effect?

He kept drawing until Miyuki walked in carrying a lunchbox.

“This has become your private ward?” Mi Zhi Shi looked at the other two empty beds and casually tossed a lunchbox to him.

The hospital provides lunch, but it’s not cheap and the food is terribly bland.

He dreamt last night about Hashimoto Arina’s long, slender legs and shredded meat. He felt a bit weak and needed nutritional supplements, so he asked Miyuki to bring him some food from the convenience store.

He never expected that his childhood sweetheart would make him a bento box.

“Hospitals sometimes have bad days too.” Shirakawa Natsumi shrugged. The reason the ward was empty was, of course, because Hashimoto Arina was the attending physician.

If there are vacancies in other wards, she will prioritize arranging her in those wards, but this is all based on his observations.

He wouldn’t tell anyone else, of course. He opened the lunchbox and his eyes lit up.

The neatly arranged meatballs, sausages, and hamburger patties instantly made my taste buds salivate.

“I never expected you to be such a good cook.”

“Tch.” Miyuki sat down to the side and waved his hand dismissively: “This is a bento box made by Koizumi Nai.”

“Oh, it’s her.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded, still giving him a grateful look. If Miyuki gave him the bento, then she probably only ate some bread or something from the convenience store.

“It’s too hot, I don’t want to eat.” Miyuki waved her hand, seemingly trying to change the subject.

“Koizumi Naka plans to deal with Kimura Hama today.”

“Dealing with Kimura Hama?” Shirakawa Natsu stopped eating, her eyes filled with suspicion. “How does she plan to deal with him?”

“Temptation, take a picture,” Mikoto replied.

Shirakawa Natsu rubbed the bridge of her nose with a strange expression: “Are you serious? Although I’ve never met Koizumi Na, given Kimura Hama’s popularity, he definitely wouldn’t lack women. Besides, the fact that he’s been teaching for years without any scandals proves that he’s not the kind of man who would lay a hand on his students.”

“I tried to persuade her.” Miyuki shook her head: “Adults have the right to choose their own actions and be responsible for them.”

Shirakawa Natsu shrugged and lowered his head to eat. He and Kimura Hama were potential rivals, but he didn’t want to win in this way.

“Ring ring ring!” Mi no Shimi’s phone rang. She turned it on, and a constantly shaking image appeared on the screen.

Shirakawa Natsu turned her head curiously. This was clearly a school, and there were many well-dressed young men and women passing by.

“What’s going on?” Shirakawa Natsu asked.

“Koizumi-na clipped the camera to her chest,” Miyuki said. “To prevent the recording equipment from being destroyed on the spot, she used this method to transmit the video in real time. This way, as long as she could capture a screenshot, the mission would be complete.”

“Not bad.” Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback; Koizumi Nao didn’t seem to fit her name at all.

On the contrary, they are meticulous and their so-called temptations don’t require anything to actually happen.

If there’s any intimate interaction, and a screenshot is taken, the person involved can’t explain themselves.

Shirakawa Natsu rubbed his forehead. At that moment, he suddenly felt that he was the despicable villain in the story.

But he was still full of anticipation to finally meet the legendary Kimura Hama in person.

Looking at the phone screen, because the miniature camera is on her chest, she can’t see Koizumi Nao.

The screen shows an office door, then the image shakes and a knocking sound is heard.

“Please come in.” A gentle voice came from behind the door, not the magnetic masculine voice that Shirakawa Natsu had imagined.

The voice has a somewhat neutral tone, but just by listening to the intonation, one can picture the gentle nature of its owner.

The office door was pushed open, and a playful yet slightly shy female voice came from off-camera: “Brother Kimura.”

Shirakawa Natsu didn’t pay attention to Koizumi Na’s voice; her attention was focused on the office owner.

Regarding Kimura Hama, when he met him in person, he still held onto a sliver of hope, thinking that some people are more photogenic, and even without Photoshop, they might look better in photos than in real life.

It’s obvious that Hama Kimura is the type whose photos and real appearance differ greatly, because he looks better in person than in photos.