KOF: Rise of the King of Fighters

New York airport.

Yan Yue stood in the waiting hall with a backpack on her back. The three members of CYS walked towards Yan Yue with faint smiles on their faces.

Yan Yue half-jokingly said to Yashiro, "Yashiro, if you really want to improve your musical skills, stop slacking off! Otherwise, Iori Yagami will beat you again next time..."

Upon hearing this, Yashiro smirked and retorted dismissively, "Tch! Am I that bad?"

"No?" Yan Yue raised an eyebrow.

Chris smiled and said, "Engetsu is right, Yashiro, you are indeed a bit lazy. You spend all your time watching TV or playing cards."

Yashiro scratched his head somewhat awkwardly and said, "Uh... this is just my way of relaxing."

Yan Yue shook her head helplessly and said, "You should also consider me as an investor. I really hope your performance will be a success..."

Yashiro waved his hand dismissively, saying, "Don't worry, I'll do my best. After all, what can I do when I'm just too good..."

En Yue was speechless upon hearing Yashiro's narcissistic reply.

"Mr. Yan Yue, I really hate to part with you! Please don't go!" Xia Ermei said shyly, her big, watery eyes under her bangs revealing her sorrow and reluctance.

As she spoke, Sharmé swayed her body gently, her full breasts rising and falling slightly with the movement.

"At worst, I'll make you French desserts every day from now on..."

Yan Yue remained unmoved, interrupting Shermie's words expressionlessly: "No!"

"Oh dear! Really..." Shermie couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when she heard Yan Yue's resolute answer.

"Then I'll give you another loving hug~..." Shermie quickly stepped forward and hugged Yan Yue tightly.

"All right……"

Who is Yan Yue? He's a man who's been seduced by Mai Zhuo in countless ways, so he can easily handle this level of temptation. Therefore, this time, Yan Yue didn't avoid it as usual.

However, Yan Yue soon realized that she had overestimated her resistance.

The moment he was embraced by Shermie, her breasts pressed tightly against Yan Yue's body, and a wonderful and warm sensation swept over Yan Yue's entire body.

It's just too big...

"Mr. Yan Yue, why are you bleeding from your nose?" Chris exclaimed in surprise.

Yan Yue's expression instantly turned somewhat awkward. He quickly pushed Xia Ermei away, covered his nose with his hand, and then explained with feigned composure, "...The weather has been dry lately, and I've gotten a sore throat."

"I have to go back to Nanzhen as soon as possible. Call me if you need anything..."

……

South Town.

In Yan Yue's room, Xiao Long sat quietly at her desk. She would come to Yan Yue's room every day, sit there, and wait for Yan Yue to return.

After a period of recuperation, Xiaolong's injuries have improved significantly. The bandages and gauze that used to cover her entire body have been reduced considerably, revealing her fair skin.

At this moment, Xiaolong was wearing a light green cheongsam. The cheongsam was perfectly tailored, highlighting her slender figure.

Her hair was styled into a long braid that cascaded down her back, the green ends swaying gently with her movements, as if she had stepped out of a painting.

His purplish-red eyes, like jewels, were fixed intently on the book in his hands.

However, just then, a slight noise broke the silence of the room. The door to the hall was slowly pushed open, and a familiar voice came in: "Sister Xiaolong!"

The voice was like a gentle spring breeze, causing Xiaolong's body to tremble violently. She hurriedly put down the book in her hand and rushed out of the room with a racing heart.

"Brother Yan Yue!" Xiao Long exclaimed, rushing into Yan Yue's arms with joy and hugging him tightly.

Yan Yue smiled and patted Xiao Long's head, saying, "Little sister Xiao Long, have you been staying home obediently?"

Xiaolong blushed, nodded, and said, "I stay at home every day waiting for you... it's just..."

"Brother Yan Yue... I... I miss you so much..." As he spoke, Xiao Long's voice suddenly trembled, and tears welled up in his eyes. In the end, Xiao Long buried his head in Yan Yue's arms.

Yan Yue felt a warmth in her heart and tenderly rubbed Xiao Long's head, "I missed you so much too, Xiao Long..."

Yan Yue casually closed the door, then gently picked up Xiao Long in her arms.

"Ah!" Xiaolong's body trembled violently, her face flushed red, and her voice revealed a hint of panic and shyness, "Brother Yanyue, put me down..."

However, Yan Yue did not heed Xiao Long's request. He steadily carried Xiao Long into the room.

When Yan Yue entered the room, he carefully placed Xiao Long on the bed. The moment Xiao Long's body touched the soft mattress, her face turned even redder.

"..."

She lowered her head, nervously twisting the hem of her clothes with both hands, not daring to meet Yan Yue's gaze.

Xiaolong's little sister is so cute...

Yan Yue sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at Xiao Long's shy expression.

"Little Dragon Sister, how have you been at home lately?"

Xiaolong slowly raised her head, her eyes sparkling, and began to recount earnestly how she healed her injuries, researched hidden weapons, and cultivated secret techniques.

Yan Yue's gaze frequently fell on Xiao Long's face, and seeing her focused expression, she felt incredibly warm inside.

He noticed that on his desk were the medical books that Xiaolong usually read and her new model of hidden weapon.

"So she waits for me in my room every day..." Yan Yue was deeply moved; this girl was so kind.

Just then, Yan Yue suddenly stood up and, before Xiao Long could react, gently kissed her rosy cheeks.

"Ah!" Xiaolong suddenly cried out, his voice revealing a hint of fear and embarrassment.

Her body trembled violently, as if startled by Yan Yue's actions. Her already slightly flushed cheeks burned even hotter.

"Brother Yan Yue, you're so mean... How could you do this..." Xiao Long's voice was slightly reproachful, with a hint of coquetry.

She gently pushed against Yan Yue's chest, seemingly trying to break free from his embrace, but her movements were somewhat weak.

However, Yan Yue did not let go because of Xiao Long's shoving. Instead, he took the opportunity to rub Xiao Long's soft cheeks and a doting smile appeared on his lips.

"Alright, alright, Xiaolong, whatever you say goes, I'll do whatever you say..."

"I……"

Xiaolong was taken aback by Yanyue's actions. Her heart pounded faster and faster, and she didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Yan Yue gently pulled Xiao Long into her arms again, stroking her hair softly, and said in a tender voice, "Little sister Xiao Long, I'm back..."

Xiaolong quickly relaxed, leaning against Yanyue's chest, feeling his warmth and care. Xiaolong softly replied, "Brother Yanyue, welcome back..."