My Yellow Hair App / Pure Love Warrior's Yellow Hair System

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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 Natsumi felt a sudden, inexplicable panic and quickly said, "I'm sorry, I didn't suspect anything about Sister Nai, it's just because..."

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 forcibly pried open.

He was like a puppet, treated roughly, with all the initiative handed back to Youcai. He completely lost himself, both physically and mentally.

Chapter 12 Don't Speak

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.

Poker face.

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 Yu Cai…” 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, pressed against the flesh-colored stockings on her knee.

"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.