Love Purification Agreement

Miss Sakuramiya studies very hard, but this state doesn't look like she is studying at all, right?

What are you looking at?

Nara quickly put down the surveillance camera in his hand and walked to the head of the bed.

He looked at the reading material in her hand curiously, but just after reading a title, Nara's face darkened.

"What are you looking at?!"

"what?"

Sakuramiya Hitomi sat up, glanced at the work in her hands, and said to Nara,

"Isn't this obvious? It's the notebook."

"Thank you for speaking so shamelessly and boldly, Miss Sakuramiya."

Hearing this, Sakuramiya sneered, covered his mouth and looked at Nara with an expression that looked at his stupid cousin.

"Nara, we're all adults now. Do you think I'm some idiot who can't distinguish between fantasy and reality? A boudoir-dwelling lady with no knowledge of physiology? You're making a fuss out of nothing."

Nara rubbed his brows, sighed, and asked,

"So, Miss, why are you asking if there's a basement?"

"Well, I was thinking, if we lock the president in the basement, we won't have to go through all this trouble. We can know everything about the president and protect him at the same time, which is like killing two birds with one stone."

"You still can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality?! Idiot!!"

"Eh?"

Nara snatched the notebook from Sakuramiya Hitomi's hand. Sakuramiya Hitomi quickly stood up to take it back, but Nara pressed his finger on her forehead and pushed her back onto the bed.

"What are you doing, Nara?!"

"If your parents, brothers, and sisters found out about this, I and everyone else in this villa would have been kicked out before they even knew about my substitution!"

Sakuramiya Hitomi opened her mouth, but did not try to snatch the notebook back.

Anyway, she had already watched it several times, and with her genius mind, she had already memorized the lines and scenes by heart.

"Is it really that serious? I just think some of the concepts are worth referring to."

"What reference value can this book have?"

Sakuramiya Hitomi touched her chin rationally and said to Nara,

"I have two goals: one is to know everything about the president, and the other is to protect him. However, because our lives are so different, it often takes a lot of effort to achieve either of them.

"If this continues, I won't be able to protect anything."

The second sentence was murmured softly by Sakuramiya as if to himself, but Nara didn't hear it clearly.

But then, she seemed to get the answer, looked at Nara, and said,

"And locking up the president would achieve both of these goals at the lowest cost."

Nara opened his mouth, wishing he could cut open the young lady's head to see what she was thinking.

"Do you think Yan Huan, from any normal person's perspective, would agree with you doing this? Don't you understand how precious freedom is, Miss?"

Hearing this, Sakuramiya Hitomi shook her head and said,

"So-called freedom is nothing more than a product of human imagination. Since absolute freedom does not exist, the limits of freedom are determined by humans."

She raised her fingers one by one and listed her opinions in turn.

"In your opinion, the so-called basement is just a hidden and cramped space. But in my opinion, the concept of 'basement' can be extended infinitely.

"As long as it's kept [enclosed] and [controlled], then no matter how large it is, living in it is just another type of basement."

He lifted his fingers one by one until he reached the middle finger.

"If I can create a place that appears to the president to be no different from the outside world, but is actually completely closed and under my control, then I will have achieved my goal of locking the president in the basement."

Nara narrowed his eyes, sighed, and said,

"This is some kind of extremely perverted social experiment. It's indeed feasible, but you'd need to spend even more terrifying costs to build this virtual [basement].

"Your dearest Yan Huan needs to be raised from infancy so that his three perspectives can be reshaped from the very beginning, so that what you said becomes common sense."

Nara shook his head and said with his hands spread out,

"This kind of thing only happens in science fiction movies. Even if the Sakuramiya family is powerful, they would never do such a thing to satisfy your desires. Your most important task now is to sleep, understand, miss? Stop dreaming."

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I thought that speaking like this would dampen Sakuramiya Hitomi's completely unrealistic fantasy.

Unexpectedly, she was silent for a moment, then smiled slightly, raised her head and asked,

"Who said I have to borrow the power of my family to do this kind of thing?"

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Nara was slightly startled, covering his face and said speechlessly,

"I think you're really sleepy, young lady. You're already hallucinating. Go to bed quickly. You have to get up early tomorrow."

"Yes, yes~ Good night, Nara."

It seemed that Sakuramiya Hitomi was in a good mood as she had figured something out.

Nara sighed, turned off the light, and walked towards the door.

At the end, he suddenly remembered something, turned around and looked at her, and said,

"By the way, Miss, your cousin Miss Liang said she wants to come to our house as a guest this Friday."

"Come if you want to. Junior high school students don't have classes on Fridays, so she'll be home early. You can make some arrangements."

"Okay, Miss."

Nara nodded and took back the large bed that was shrouded in thick shadows due to the lights being turned off.

"Good night, miss."

Sakuramiya Hitomi was lying quietly in the center of the shadow.

"Empty, empty, empty~"

In the boudoir on the first floor of a villa in Jinghe District.

The gentle light illuminated the MV script on the tablet that had been revised many times. On the split-screen page, a newly completed PDF file had been packaged and sent to a user named "Person in charge of Golden Lion Group".

Yes, the company responsible for releasing Bai Yi’s new song this time is a subsidiary of the Golden Lion Group, with which he has collaborated many times before.

Because Milos, the head of Linmen, had extended an olive branch to Bai Yi before, and the Golden Lion Group is really a big company, so there is no reason for Bai Yi not to cooperate with the other party.

"New script file received.

"We will start preparations in the next few days, and the filming will take place at this location."

Positioning: Golden Lion Tower

“Contact us when you get here, don’t run around, and follow some rules.

"Especially the top floor, that's where important people live. Don't go there, or you'll suffer the consequences."

The secretary of Golden Lion Entertainment Company seemed to be still brooding over the fact that Bai Yi did not perform according to the rehearsal last time, so he repeatedly emphasized that he should not wander around after that.

Bai Yi just replied with "OK", and then the two had no contact again.

Because at this moment, Bai Yi was lying on the bed with a slightly red face, flipping through the maiden notebook that she had secretly taken back this afternoon.

"Why would I bring something like this back?"

As she watched, her face turned red again and she buried her head in the quilt.

There was a faint sound of conversation outside the door, which made Bai Yi's ears prick up.

"You mean, Yan Huan is also going to participate in the MV recording?"

"Yes, they said they had already discussed it with them."

It was Zuo Jiangqin communicating with Jiang Xiong.

"How can this be allowed? Even if there's nothing ambiguous about a boy of the same age appearing in the music video, wouldn't the audience still think too much?"

"It's nothing, after all, Yiyi has decided to pursue a singing career. This career relies on talent, and we're listening to her songs, so this kind of personal matter isn't that important."

"Do you really believe she can sing like a flower?"

"The professionals at the Lion Group have said so."

"I don't care about him, don't you know it yourself?"

Bai Yi, lying on the bed, pursed his lips, frowned and glanced towards the door.

He stood up again indignantly, ready to push open the door and confront his mother outside.

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But her hand had already grasped the door handle, but she didn't dare, or didn't want to, to have another fierce conflict with her mother.

Because every time she did this, she never gained anything and instead made things worse.

No matter how we talk, we cannot reach an agreement; if we confront each other, we are always asked to apologize by the world.

As a result, she has become accustomed to avoiding conflicts, avoiding evaluations, and avoiding hurt.

Besides, she didn't know how to face her mother.

Bai Yi gritted his teeth, tightening his grip on the pocket watch with his bare hand, while his other hand tightly held the cell phone.

On the phone were the plane chat records between her and Yan Huan.

She had just sent the new script to Yan Huan and received his approval.

It seemed as if the things she held in her left and right hands were her only barriers at the moment.

“Didi. Ta-da.”

"Empty, empty, empty~"

"Ah sneeze!!"

The thick shadow overturned and turned into the coldest wind in early spring in Linmen, causing the handsome young man exposed to the night wind to sneeze.

"Meow?"

The black cat on his shoulder tilted its head and looked at him with concern.

"What's wrong, meow?"

"It's okay, I just have a bad feeling. I feel like I'm being stared at by countless eyes, but I can't see anyone."

Yan Huan took a sip of the protein liquid in the cup, wiped his mouth, and said so.

Miao Jiang showed a speechless expression, looked at him and said,

"Who told you to come to Jinghe District so late at night? Maybe there are surveillance cameras everywhere here. Can't you go to school to look for her tomorrow?"

Hearing this, Yan Huan just smiled slightly and looked at Miao Jiang and said,

"Of course, but if the effect of going to see her tomorrow is 10%, then the effect now is 100%."

"Meow?"

After saying that, Yan Huan turned around and looked at what was in front of him.

In the night, what appeared before his eyes was Ye Lan’s luxurious western-style mansion in Jinghe District.

He had just finished exercising and took a long, shaky subway ride to get here.

After taking a look at the mansion hidden in the shadows, he lowered his head and opened the plane.

It was Ye Shiyu's chat box.

His fingers tapped the screen nimbly, and he first sent a cute cat emoticon.

"Sister Shiyu, are you there? I have something I want to tell you."

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There was no reply for a long time.

It seems like "not being blocked is better than being blocked".