Chapter 123

In the abandoned office, the boy sat on the desk, his arms around the girl, their lower bodies joined together.

However, this enchanting and ambiguous atmosphere has now come to an abrupt end.

Shirakawa Natsu froze, her arms wrapped around Jingu Nao’s slender waist, and stopped her thrusting.

“Is Natsu strange?” Jingu Nao leaned against him, only her long hair and neck could be seen from behind. “I think about a lot of things, where I can meet Natsu every day, what I should do today, when to appear by Natsu’s side so that Natsu can feel more free and not be constrained… and so much more.”

Jingu Nao’s voice was very soft, and every word she spoke clearly reached his ears.

Shirakawa Natsu felt that the primal desire in his heart was slowly disappearing, and the part that had entered Jingu Nao’s body began to shrink. Only then did he realize that since dating Jingu Nao, he had never neglected his missions because of spending time with her.

Jingu Nao is like an angel; she appears by his side when he needs her, comforting his body and soul.

They won’t cling to you, and they’ll always leave at the right time.

There is no such thing as a completely carefree romance; it’s just that Jingu Nao is carefully nurturing it.

“I’ve thought it all through. Xia will come with me to the place where I was born. Xia will understand me, and I will understand Xia. We will get married, have our own baby, and watch her grow up together, see her leave us, and then spend the rest of our lives together.” Jingu Nao’s voice was filled with joy as she spoke of these plans, but then it turned somber.

“But it’s so strange. Why is that? I seem to have forgotten my plan. I never fail in my missions, never… Why is it that after meeting Xia Hou, I no longer want to follow the plan step by step?”

“…” Shirakawa Natsu hugged her a little tighter. Jingu Nao had a lot to say, much of which he couldn’t even understand, but it wasn’t the right time to ask. He could only reach out and hug her tighter.

“Sometimes I think, ‘Let’s leave, let’s leave here, and it will all be over.’” Jingu Nao closed her eyes and leaned against Shirakawa Natsu’s chest. “I feel a little tired. Natsu, can you hold me tighter?”

“Mmm.” Shirakawa Natsu tightened his grip, as if trying to completely sink her into his body.

“Why did I have to run into Natsu? I don’t understand anything. I feel like I’m not even myself.” Jingu Nao smiled. “Natsu, tell me to stop thinking about you, to stop thinking about your secrets, and to just be a good girl. I think I can do that.”

“I…” Shirakawa Natsu felt that there was nothing he could do but hold her tighter.

“Can’t you say it, Natsu?” Jingu Nao asked with a smile.

“Hmm.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded: “If she becomes the way I like her, she won’t be Jingu Nao anymore.”

“Hehe.” Jingu Nao snuggled against him: “What should I do, Natsu? What should I do?”

“This…” Shirakawa Natsu was speechless. It really was like that. He couldn’t possibly tell Jingu Nao about the Yellow Hair app.

She needs to deal with this version of herself, and it’s exhausting every day.

But he didn’t want Jingu Nao to become a mindless woman who could be summoned and dismissed at will.

Real women aren’t like characters in novels, where all you have to do is blindly love the protagonist. They have their own thoughts, preferences, and lives.

“It seems Natsu doesn’t know the answer either.” Jingu Nao smiled, a faint sadness in her eyes, and looked deeply at Shirakawa Natsu: “If I hadn’t come to this country, I wouldn’t have met Natsu, and we would have been strangers forever. Even though I know this, I still can’t control my heart that has cooled down. I like you more and more every day. I’m so glad that I crossed the barriers of time and space to come to Natsu’s side.

Shirakawa Natsu felt an indescribable sadness rise in her heart: “Nao, I…”

“Hehe, there’s no need to say anything, Xia doesn’t have an answer either, does he?” Jingu Nao touched his lips with a finger: “Let’s do it.”

Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. He didn’t want to do it at that moment. The biggest difference between humans and beasts is that humans can control their desires and won’t easily go into heat when they are sad.

Jingu Nao shifted to face him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and skillfully wrapped her long, black-stockinged legs around his waist.

Her slender waist swayed to the rhythm he liked.

In just a few minutes, Shirakawa Natsu felt pain from her own wretchedness.

Why is it that even though there is unspoken sadness in my heart, my body is completely out of control?

Under Jingu Nao’s rhythm, it’s faster to put it into your brother’s body.

The two remained silent throughout, taking from each other’s bodies.

In the abandoned office, all that could be heard were the heavy, labored breathing of a boy and a girl.

In the afternoon, Shirakawa Natsu boarded Minobi’s jeep as agreed.

Miyuki frowned as she looked at him.

“I’m fine.” Shirakawa Natsu waved his hand, realizing that he looked pale. He took out a handheld camera from his bag: “It won’t affect your plans.”

“Okay.” Miyuki nodded and started the car.

The jeep sped along the road, leaving other cars behind.

Shirakawa Natsu’s mind was filled with Jingu Nao’s gaze, and even when she forced herself to think of other things, it wouldn’t leave her mind for a long time.

He has wronged Jingu Nao; he is not worthy of this girl’s love for him.

“Should I really tell her about the Yellow Hair APP?” The thought popped into Bai Chuanxia’s mind, but he immediately dismissed it. It was absolutely impossible, so there was no solution to their conflict.

“Sigh.” Shirakawa Natsu leaned back in the passenger seat, no longer thinking about these questions.

I wonder why those time-traveling predecessors didn’t have this kind of trouble.

The jeep stopped in front of a coffee shop. The sun was blazing today, and there were hardly any pedestrians on the street.

Through the coffee shop’s floor-to-ceiling windows, I could see a few customers inside.

Obviously, on such a hot day, people tend to stay at home even when they have free time, and very few people are willing to go out.

After stopping the car, Miyuki led the way.

The moment you push open the store door, a blast of cold air hits you, making you feel refreshed.

Shirakawa Natsu had no time to enjoy herself. Her gaze swept across the store, and in a corner, she spotted a familiar figure.

Hojo Maki, dressed in a stylish dress and high-heeled sandals, exudes the unique charm of a mature woman.

The men in the next few seats pretended to casually pick up their coffee cups, but their eyes kept sneaking glances at her figure.

She covered most of her face with sunglasses, and if Shirakawa Natsu hadn’t recognized the exaggerated curve of her chest…

He wouldn’t associate the mature married woman in front of him with the dashing police officer he remembered.

When Mikoto saw Hojo Maki, he walked straight over to her.

Shirakawa Natsu walked behind her, holding a camera in her hand, her yellow-haired photography skills greatly enhancing her covert filming techniques.

He approached with a camera, which wouldn’t be very noticeable to outsiders.

Hojo Maki looked up and, upon seeing Mikoto, a clear look of anger flashed across her face.

“It seems we can have a proper talk now. You received the video, right?” Mikoto pulled out a chair and sat down in front of her.

Shirakawa Natsu sat at a table next to the two of them, holding a camera and recording everything discreetly.

“I will not negotiate with criminals.” Hojo Maki’s voice was cold, with obvious anger in her tone. After she finished speaking, she stood up, took out a pistol from her pocket, and pressed it against Minoki’s forehead.

“Crash!” A man who was peeking nearby dropped his coffee cup and shattered it on the ground, spilling coffee everywhere.

He sat down on the ground, his face filled with terror. Didn’t Hojo Maki look over? He covered his mouth as if trying to deceive himself, and crawled backward.

Fortunately, Hojo Maki’s appearance is too deceptive; what bad intentions could a beautiful married woman possibly have?

The coffee shop wasn’t crowded, so there was no panic.

Shirakawa Natsuya was also startled, and felt a pang of worry for Mikoto.

Facing the dark muzzle of the gun, Miyuki showed no surprise, a smile playing on her lips: “You knew you couldn’t convict me in a legal setting, so you drew your gun, didn’t you?”

Hojo Maki remained silent, her eyes cold, her finger slowly moving towards the trigger.

Shirakawa Natsu got goosebumps all over. Even though he was sitting next to her, he could feel the powerful pressure emanating from Hojo Maki.

Why are my brothers able to remain so composed?

Because he knew that as a mother, she was absolutely prepared to die together with Huang Mao.

In an instant, countless movie scenes flashed through Shirakawa Natsu’s mind, such as turning her head to dodge bullets.

But thinking about it carefully, it’s better not to do anything; at least you can die with some dignity.

He stared at Mi Zhishi, knowing he couldn’t act rashly, his heart pounding.

“I will no longer harm your two daughters.” Mikoto suddenly laughed. “On the contrary, I hope you will help me make them give up on me.”

Hojo Maki frowned, but the murderous aura emanating from her dissipated somewhat.

Miyuki’s words were absurd, but once the trigger was pulled, it was a one-for-one trade. Although she saved her daughter, her daughter would also lose her mother.

Hojo Maki did not want to fire unless absolutely necessary.

At least now she’s willing to listen to what Miyuki has to say.

“I want you to be my pet.” Mikoto’s lips curled into a smile. “And in return, I promise I won’t appear in front of your daughter.”

Having witnessed their previous encounter, Hojo Maki knew what she meant by “pet.”

She took off her glasses, a fire seemingly burning in her eyes, and laughed in anger: “You think I would believe a criminal?”

As a police inspector, she had seen all sorts of criminals.

They will gradually lower the victims’ bottom line, with the ultimate goal of having everything.

One compromise leads to utter ruin.

“Do you think I lack women willing to be my pet?” Miyuki laughed.

Hojo Maki paused in her gun-wielding motion, her gaze sweeping over Miyuki, if one were to set aside her prejudice against her as a criminal.

With her looks and figure, there must be quite a few women who would want to be her pet.

If the person who assaulted her daughter was an ugly, obese, and nerdy man, she would kill him even if it meant trading one life for one.

But even a mature and sophisticated woman like Miyuki’s daughter is doing so willingly.

Even if she was unwilling to admit it, Hojo Maki knew that her only goal was to prevent Minoki from harming her daughter in the future.