Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback, then looked at Jingu Nao who was grinning foolishly and said with a smile, “I like Miss Jingu very much too.”

This wasn’t just polite talk. Jingu Nao is beautiful and full of energy; dating her would drive away all your worries. It has nothing to do with her liking to wear black stockings.

“Ugh…” Miyuki suddenly covered her mouth.

“Hey, are you feeling unwell?” Shirakawa Natsu turned her head and saw that Miyuki’s eyes were glazed over and her cheeks were flushed. She had only drunk a glass of water while drinking with Kimura Momo, and she was clearly still not recovered.

“It’s okay, I’m not drunk.” Miyuki waved her hand and stood up from her seat: “I’m going to the restroom.”

“Hehe, I’ll go with you~” Jingu Nao stood up with a grin, not forgetting to pick up two skewers of grilled meat.

Miyuki’s voice remained emotionless as always: “No need.”

She pushed open the door and left, one hand in her pocket, her steps steady; she certainly didn’t seem drunk.

Shirakawa Natsu glanced at her and knew she was putting on a brave face. Miyuki was just that kind of person who never gave up, although he didn’t think it was shameful to be outdone by Kimura Momo in drinking.

“Waaah, what a scary older sister.” Jingu Nao muttered as she stuffed a skewer of grilled meat into her mouth, “I thought she was going to beat me up.”

“That guy is actually a pretty good person,” Shirakawa Natsu said with a smile, defending her good friend, except that he was a playboy, though she didn’t say it aloud.

“By the way, you don’t have my number, do you?” Jingu Nao smiled and held out her hand: “Give me your phone, I’ll enter it for you.”

“There are call records.” Shirakawa Natsu scratched her head, and seeing that she was still persistent, she took out her phone and handed it over.

Jingu Nao opened her contacts, quickly typed in the information, and then handed it back to him with a smile: “Here you go.”

Shirakawa Natsu took the phone with a puzzled look, then casually put it away, glancing at Kimura Momo out of the corner of his eye.

After Jingu Nao appeared, she sat quietly eating grilled chicken skewers, only saying a few words when the topic of hers was brought up, and then quickly and skillfully changing the subject.

Shirakawa Natsu still sensed that she was quietly observing everyone, which was very strange.

“Why isn’t he back yet?” Shirakawa Natsu glanced at the time. The others were already getting ready to leave, but Miyuki hadn’t returned. “I’ll go check on him.”

“I’ll go too, we’ve already finished eating anyway.” Jingu Nao said, picking up the last two skewers of grilled meat. Seeing that Shirakawa Natsu was about to speak, she smiled first and said, “Natsu, do you want to go into the women’s restroom?”

“That’s true.” Shirakawa Natsu scratched her head, surprised that Jingu Nao was quite thoughtful beneath her carefree exterior.

Kimura Momo also stood up and smiled, “I’ll go pay the bill first.”

Shirakawa Natsu was still maliciously wondering if she had passed out on the toilet when she saw Miyuki in a private room next door after only a few steps.

She sat in the middle, surrounded by two office ladies dressed as OLs, both of whom were smiling broadly at her.

When Shirakawa Natsu walked over following the sound, the three half-drunk women were almost pressed together. If this weren’t a barbecue restaurant, and if it were any more secluded, the three of them would probably have already started having sex.

“Let’s go.” Shirakawa Natsu pulled her away from the two older women with a dark face. During this time, the two office ladies hinted that they wouldn’t mind having a man with them when the three of them were together.

Shirakawa Natsuyoshi refused them all with righteous indignation, while Jingu Nao watched with a smile.

The four of them walked out of the yakitori restaurant. Jingu Nao skipped and hopped ahead of them, then turned around and smiled, saying, “You guys have such a good relationship.”

Shirakawa Natsu shrugged and hoisted Miyuki’s arm over his shoulder. Fortunately, she wasn’t too drunk and could walk on her own with a little support.

“Oh, by the way, remember to call me tonight.” Jingu Nao made a phone call gesture to his ear, waved to him, and disappeared into the crowd without waiting for his reply.

“Does this guy have some kind of weird stealth skill?” Shirakawa Natsumi pouted, glancing at Kimura Momo out of the corner of her eye.

After Jingu Nao left, the previously lively atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

“I’ll take Mr. Xia and your friend home,” Kimura Moryo said with a smile, pointing to the Hummer in the parking lot. “She doesn’t seem to be able to drive right now.”

“Thank you.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded and helped Mino Shiki into Kimura Momo’s car.

The atmosphere in the car remained strange. Kimura Momo spoke quietly in the front, while Shirakawa Natsu sat in the back seat with Miyuki resting her head on her lap, swaying up and down with the movement of the vehicle.

The car stopped in front of the luxury apartment, and the two said a business-like goodbye. Shirakawa Natsu finally moved Miyuki home.

“I’m exhausted, this girl.” Shirakawa Natsu tossed her back to her bed in her room. After entering the room, the alcohol kicked in, and Miyuki fell asleep immediately. He nudged her a couple of times to let her take a shower, but Miyuki wouldn’t open her eyes.

Miyuki lay on the bed with her eyes closed. She was the type who didn’t blush when drinking, and she seemed to be asleep. The smell of alcohol mixed with her own body odor made people’s blood boil for no reason.

Shirakawa Natsu couldn’t help but reach out and stroke her face. Feeling the smooth texture on her palm, Miyuki closed her eyes, and the aura of “keep away” lessened considerably. She couldn’t help but murmur, “My brother, when he’s not talking, is quite a beauty.”

He noticed her lips again and couldn’t resist reaching out to gently pry open her mouth and touch her two canine teeth with his fingers.

I had thought her canine teeth were very long before, and after handling them, I was even more certain of that idea. I moistened my fingers with saliva, ran them over the canine teeth, and lifted the tips of the canine teeth with my fingertips, causing a dent in my palm.

She touched the teeth next to her finger and felt pain. It seemed that not only her canine teeth, but also her other teeth were sharper.

Miyuki suddenly frowned slightly, as if something in her mouth was making her feel uncomfortable even in her sleep.

She suddenly stuck out her tongue and licked Shirakawa Natsu’s fingers, her tongue enveloping his fingers as if trying to push them away.

“Is this guy a dog?” Shirakawa Natsu muttered, trying to pull her hand back, when a bold idea suddenly popped into her mind.

It’s reasonable for brothers to help each other, and besides, she got drunk as soon as she came up today and didn’t eat anything, so it’s good for her stomach to get some protein.

But the thought was dismissed in an instant; his gaze fell on her canine teeth, knowing that a bite from them would draw blood.

Shirakawa Natsu shook her head, picked up the blanket and covered her with it, then got up and left the room.

It was still early, so I sat alone on the sofa, took out my phone, opened an online shopping platform, and found a tool that dentists use to put in patients’ mouths. This tool can open the patient’s mouth and has a hole in the middle so that tools can be inserted.

I turned off my phone and lay lazily on the sofa. The room was quiet, but I could almost hear Nao Jingu’s chattering voice.

She bothered me all day, and suddenly when it quieted down, my ears were filled with echoes.

“Habits are terrible.” Shirakawa Natsu suddenly remembered that when he left, Jingu Nao asked him to call her that night.

He quickly sat up straight on the sofa, took out his phone, opened his contacts, and dialed the number.

As the phone beeped, Shirakawa Natsu suddenly felt a surge of anticipation; he was sure this guy would answer the call with boundless energy.

The call connected, and a gentle voice came from the other end: “Mr. Xia, is there something you need from me?”

Shirakawa Natsumi was taken aback, her expression instantly turning incredibly awkward: “Sorry, Ms. Zaono, I dialed the wrong number.”

“It’s okay, see you tomorrow then.” Kimura Momo said and hung up the phone.

In the study, Kimura Momo was still completely naked. She placed a photo of Jingu Nao next to Shirakawa Natsu, and smiled, saying, “What kind of drama will unfold when two interesting people meet?”

“You’re insane!” Shirakawa Natsu cursed, then found the call log from the yakitori shop and dialed back.

The phone was answered after only one ring.

“Hello, hello~ Hehe, is this Natsu?” Jingu Nao’s voice was light and cheerful, and you could feel her smiling expression even through the microphone.

“Hey, you bastard, why did you save Zaonv’s number as yours?” Shirakawa Natsu questioned.

“You like Ms. Zaonv, don’t you~”

“Huh?!” Shirakawa Natsu’s face was full of question marks.

“Idiots, it’s written all over your faces. When we were eating yakitori, you were always sneaking glances at Ms. Zao.”

“No, I…” Shirakawa Natsumi tried to explain, but suddenly realized that he did seem to have been secretly watching Momo the whole time.

Of course, it wasn’t out of hope; it was purely out of caution. He had stolen his childhood sweetheart, invited him to dinner, and kept spying on him. Anyone would be wary in that situation, but he couldn’t explain the situation to Jingu Nao.

“And Ms. Zaono also has feelings for you~” Jingu Nao said with a smile. “Ms. Zaono has been secretly watching you all along. Love only requires you to bravely say the three words ‘I love you,’ although it is often more difficult than memorizing classical Chinese characters.”

“I think you’re just not good at memorizing classical Chinese characters,” Shirakawa Natsumi said, rubbing her forehead. “Anyway, don’t meddle in other people’s business.”

“Why~ I really want to see lovers finally get together~” Jingu Nao said with a smile, “Just imagining what it’s like for Ms. Momo to be in love is so interesting. I’ll write ‘I love you’ on your face for you.”

“So you just wanted to watch the show, right?” Shirakawa Natsumi retorted. Hearing the other end of the phone chattering away, teaching him the secrets of love, she said she was going to sleep before hanging up. Even as she hung up, her voice could still be heard on the other end of the line.

“What a quirky guy.” Shirakawa Natsu opened the yellow-haired guy app on his phone. He really wanted to win over Jingu Nao. This little girl was simple-minded and cheerful. The two of them got along quite well, and she seemed easy to win over.

After a moment’s hesitation, I turned off my phone and decided to wait a little longer. There are three great illusions in life: she might not like me.

At this moment, in an abandoned warehouse in Tokyo.

A young woman dressed in a kimono and wooden clogs coldly watched the bloody scene before her.

His men behind him were pale-faced, and two of them were desperately covering their mouths, as if they were about to vomit at any moment.

“Who killed them?” The young woman in the kimono asked coldly, her voice devoid of any emotion.