A week has passed since the last time they attended the pre-festival, and everything has returned to normal, but Shirakawa Natsu can sense that there has been a subtle change in their relationship.

Hashimoto Arina no longer objects to some close contact with him, such as holding hands or touching Rousi’s long legs.

The red heart on the Huangmao APP has reached number ninety-seven again.

Unlike last time, this time, without the constraints of family ties, the feeling that there was a river separating the two of them disappeared.

As a blond-haired man, he has successfully kicked out the victim and is just one step away from reaching 100 goals. It’s only a matter of time before he can leave the hospital bed.

Today, Shirakawa Natsu was lying in bed reading a book as usual. Since transmigrating, she had been lying in a hospital bed. There were some differences between the previous world and this world. In order to reintegrate into the outside world without being suspected, she needed to understand the basic common sense of this world.

As he was engrossed in reading, Miyuki walked in from outside, came to the bedside, and placed a paper bag on the bedside table: “Here you are, the book you wanted.”

“Thank you.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded and closed the book she was reading. It was a book about gods and ghosts, telling religious myths and some folk legends. There were some differences in the details compared to those on Earth, but the overall structure was not too different.

Miyu glanced at the book cover: “You’ve started to believe in metaphysics lately, haven’t you?”

“Of course not.” Shirakawa Natsu shrugged. “As a manga artist, it is perfectly reasonable and necessary to understand various folk tales.”

“Nobody likes to read these old stories anymore.” Miyuki sat down in the caregiver’s chair. “Only some old ladies use them to scare their grandchildren.”

“This is because the story structure is outdated.” He said, opening the book and pointing to a page with a slender fox drawn in retro black and white: “For example, in the story of a fox repaying a debt of gratitude, a fox in the mountains cultivates into a spirit and wants to continue its cultivation. So it seeks out the corpse of a victim, takes the skull, fulfills the victim’s last wish, and then learns human emotions and imitates human behavior as the deceased, living among humans.”

After saying that, Shirakawa Natsu spread her hands: “Such a story is too terrible, and it has no beginning or end. No one would like to read it. A proper story of a fox repaying a debt of gratitude should be that the male protagonist saves a little fox. Then the little fox transforms into a beautiful girl with animal ears. When she repays the debt, she finds that the male protagonist is already married. She turns evil on the spot and seduces all the women around the male protagonist into fluffy balls. Only such a story would fit the aesthetics of modern otaku.”

Miyuki pouted: “What if it’s a male fox?”

“It’s okay.” Shirakawa Natsu shrugged. “As long as I draw the face of a pretty girl, fat guys will still come waving their money and paying. Maybe they’ll find it even more exciting.”

“To be a manga artist, that’s really despicable,” Miyuki snorted.

“By the way, how’s Kimura Momo doing lately?” Shirakawa Natsu had heard from Miyuki that she had met Kimura Momo that night.

These days things are progressing quickly with Hashimoto Arina, but as a cautious blond guy, I have to be wary of my victim turning the tables in the final stages.

This often happens in works where the female lead has turned into a ball of fluff, but then suddenly has an epiphany, teams up with the blond guy to kill him, and suddenly it becomes a pure love ending.

“That guy became even more popular after the divorce; I heard he even received love letters from guys.” Miyuki shook her head: “Other than that, nothing has changed.”

“Ugh, he really is an unsettling guy.” Shirakawa Natsu couldn’t help but shudder at the thought of a man on top of another man.

Miyuki picked up the manuscript from the side and put it into the envelope: “Bleach has been confirmed to be adapted into an anime. You got a good price. Congratulations on achieving financial freedom.”

Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback, then turned to look at her: “Yanokumi, thank you.”

He spoke these words with utmost sincerity. Without Mi Zhi Shi, even with the yellow-haired app, he couldn’t do anything with his frail body.

“Tch.” Miyuki shrugged. “I was just doing this for the reward. I’m leaving now.”

After she finished speaking, she stood up and left.

“Wait a minute.” Shirakawa Natsu called out to her, looking at the ancient book in his hand, and said uncertainly, “There shouldn’t be any monsters in this world, right?”

“Are you still half asleep?” Miyuki grinned, revealing two sharp fangs: “How could there be monsters in this world?”

“That’s true.” Shirakawa Natsu closed the book and smiled, “I was being too sensitive.”

After Miyuki left, Shirakawa Natsu started reading again, and he was now absorbing knowledge like a sponge.

So focused was she that she didn’t even notice when Arina Hashimoto came up beside her.

“Excuse me, Arina-nee, when did you arrive?” Shirakawa Natsu closed her book and looked at Hashimoto Arina.

She was carrying a lunchbox, smiling, wearing a doctor’s uniform but no sheer stockings, her long legs exposed: “Hehe, I didn’t say anything for about ten minutes because I saw you were reading so intently.”

“Reading books is nothing compared to Arina Hashimoto.” Shirakawa Natsu took the bento box. Hashimoto Arina’s cooking skills have improved rapidly in the past few days. Although it is still not delicious, it is much better than the mushy stuff she made at the beginning.

“It’s okay.” Hashimoto Arina sat down by his bedside, leaned back, and lay down on the bed as well: “Natsu is so handsome when he’s reading so intently.”

“Arina-nee.” Shirakawa Natsumi was too busy eating her lunchbox to care at this moment. She put the lunchbox aside, bent down, and kissed Hashimoto Arina.

Their lips touched, and Hashimoto Arina naturally opened her mouth slightly, but she grabbed his hand with her other hand, preventing it from going up her thigh.

After a long while, their lips parted.

Hashimoto Arina’s cheeks flushed red, and she covered her face with one hand: “I have failed as a doctor, or as an adult.”

“It’s okay, happiness is enough.” Shirakawa Natsu lowered her head and kissed him again, while her other hand reached into the white coat and easily slipped through the lining.

The image of a thin boy pressing down on a mature older woman evokes a range of thoughts and feelings.

But his hand was held down.

“Sister Youcai.” Shirakawa Natsu looked into her eyes.

“Actually, I don’t dislike physical contact with Natsu.” Hashimoto Arina blushed and turned her head away, not daring to look at him. “But there’s no need to rush, and besides, there’s no need to go to the hospital.”

“Hmm.” Shirakawa Natsu looked up. “It’s okay, take your time.”

After he finished speaking, he grinned mischievously and said, “However, in return, please let me touch your legs, Sister Cai.”

“You brat.” Hashimoto Arina’s face flushed red as she grabbed his wrist, but without much force.

She would only forcefully stop him when he reached towards the inside of his thigh and upwards.

Afterwards, Hashimoto Arina blushed and scolded him for being precocious, saying that he was never allowed to do it again, and then ran away as if fleeing with her lunchbox.

Shirakawa Natsu took out the app. Hashimoto Arina clearly said that she hated physical contact in the hospital and that love is about spiritual communication, but her love level, which hadn’t increased in a long time, suddenly rose from 98 to 99.

“Hmph, woman.” Shirakawa Natsu chuckled, knowing exactly how to win over the remaining one percent.

In the evening, the two took a walk on the lawn near the hospital.

Two nurses walked towards us and waved to Hashimoto Arina as soon as they saw her: “Dr. Arina~ You’ve worked hard today.”

“You too, go home and rest early.” Hashimoto Arina replied with a smile, grabbing Shirakawa Natsu’s outstretched hand behind her back.

“See you tomorrow, Dr. Cai.” The nurse waved and left.

Hashimoto Arina turned her head and glared at Shirakawa Natsu: “You little pervert!”

“Hehe.” Shirakawa Natsu scratched her head, grinning foolishly. It was best not to say anything at this moment.

Hashimoto Arina was just pretending to be angry; she took his hand and led him into a corner.

The two crouched down to avoid being seen by passersby.

Their lips met in a kiss, and after a long while, they parted.

“Are you satisfied now?” Hashimoto Arina blushed, feeling completely different from kissing her younger brother in public compared to a private setting.

The next day, at noon, Shirakawa Natsu lay on the hospital bed, and Hashimoto Arina sat on him with her legs spread open.

Shirakawa Natsu held her slender waist with both hands, raised her head slightly, and their lips parted slightly as they kissed.

“Seriously, why did it turn out like this? I was just here to deliver lunch.” Hashimoto Arina looked up, her face flushed, but her gaze didn’t leave him. She was gradually getting used to meeting his eyes.

“I just felt that Sister Cai seemed easy to bully,” Shirakawa Natsumi laughed, “and I couldn’t help but want to kiss her.”

“Are you a pervert?” Hashimoto Arina pouted and pressed down on his hand that was resting on her long, fleshy legs.

“Yes, you didn’t just find out because of Cai-jie, did you?” Shirakawa Natsu smiled very happily.

“Really…” Hashimoto Arina looked down at him, their eyes met, and the atmosphere gradually became more intimate.

This time, it wasn’t Shirakawa Natsu who initiated it; Hashimoto Arina lowered her head slightly, and the two kissed again.

Shirakawa Natsu was easily pushed down onto the hospital bed by her. After the kiss, Hashimoto Arina raised her head slightly, her face flushed, and said, “I don’t dislike it either.”

Shirakawa Natsuhira was looking straight ahead, with Hashimoto Arina lying on top of him. This position allowed a perfect view of the cleavage at the neckline of the woman’s shirt beneath the white coat.

Hashimoto Arina noticed his gaze, her eyes not daring to look away, and said with a blush, “Is Natsu in such a hurry? You’ve been peeking at me since the first time we met, haven’t you? You’re such a bad boy.”

“Yes.” Shirakawa Natsu reached out and placed her hand on her waist. “This time I want to see it more clearly.”

“I’ll just look, I won’t touch,” he said, moving his hand to her chest and unbuttoning her white women’s blouse.

Arina Hashimoto reached out and grasped his hand, a symbolic act of resistance.

This obviously had no effect; in just a moment, all the buttons on the white girl’s shirt were undone.

“Black.” Shirakawa Natsu glanced at it and reached out her hand.

Hashimoto Arina grabbed him and said fiercely, “You just said you were only going to look.”

“I’ll just rub against you.” Shirakawa Natsumi said seriously, “You have to trust me, Sister Cai.”

Hashimoto Arina’s resistance indeed lessened somewhat.

Just then, a head suddenly peeked out from behind the curtain of the hospital bed.

“Sorry, the door isn’t closed. Please continue.” Mikoto said, then pulled her head back inside.