People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

However, as long as there is a little hope, she doesn't want to give up.

Sakura Kurumi slowed down in frustration, took off her high heels and put them back on.

The sea surface of Tokyo Bay is azure blue, with white sailboats, seagulls flying, and the sea breeze blowing.

Her pleated skirt and hair were constantly fluttering up and down in the sea breeze.

As gentle as the man's big hand.

Where are you?

Sakura Kurumi's beautiful eyes were a little blurry, and her legs were so sore that they were numb.

Until I noticed a man in the distance looking at me with a smile.

The sun was high behind him.

The sunlight made his whole body glow with golden light.

Is it an illusion?

Sakura Kurumi rubbed her eyes.

"Sakura Sora Walnut Hall Manager." The man waved his hand and said with a smile, "Long time no see!"

Yingkong Kurumi was stunned on the spot.

The little head went blank.

A string of small pearls slid down the pale face.

Her lower lip, which was not covered with lipstick, was bitten and bloody.

She kicked the high heels one by one, sending them flying far away.

She ran towards the man barefoot, pulling up her skirt like crazy.

Then she slammed heavily into the man's arms.

She hooked her arms around the man's neck and her legs tightly wrapped around his waist.

Like countless times before, a koala hung on him.

He burst into tears with a loud "Wow".

I cried heartbreakingly.

Cry without restraint.

I felt so wronged that I couldn't say anything and could only cry uncontrollably.

The sea breeze is still blowing gently.

Seagulls are circling in the sky.

There were more and more people walking along the shore of Tokyo Bay.

As they passed by, they all glanced sideways at the couple sitting on the shore and cast their blessings over to them.

The woman fell asleep in the man's arms.

There were crystal tears on her face.

Occasionally, her little nose wrinkled, as if she had dreamed of something, and she sobbed.

The man's big hands patted the woman's back rhythmically and gently, as if coaxing a baby to sleep.

The two of them just hugged each other blankly.

I don’t know exactly how long it took, I only know that the sun moved from east to west.

The two people in the sunset hugged each other, facing the sunshine, stretching their figures.

It seemed as if there were only the two of them on the long coastline.

Sakura Kurumi slowly opened her eyes.

She raised her head and looked at the man who had frightened her these days.

As if wanting to confirm if it was him.

She stretched out her little hand and stroked his forehead, his eyebrows, his nose, his lips, and finally fell on his chest.

The temperature of the forehead is just like his temperature.

His eyebrows are thick and tough, just like his temper.

His nose is high and strong, just like his personality.

Their lips pressed together, thick as his embrace.

She twisted her waist and moved her plump buttocks in the man's big hands to a more comfortable position.

"Bad guy?"

"Ok?"

"Are you tired of holding me for so long?"

"Not tired."

"Are you hurt?"

"Ah."

Yingkong Kurumi fell silent after hearing this.

"Will you take me back to China?"

"You don't want to be the director of the hall anymore? Such a prestigious position."

"No more."

"Are you so worried that something might happen to me?"

"Um....."

"Don't worry, it'll be okay."

"I know, but I'm just worried, especially after you lost contact." Yingkong Hutao suddenly remembered something, grabbed Fang Zuo's big hand, and bit it hard with her little mouth: "Where's your phone? Why can't I get through and the signal is gone?"

"It seems to be broken..." Fang Zuo took it out and took a look.

The computer won't turn on.

It seemed that the moment the wooden scabbard came back, the fluctuation in space damaged the phone.

"I've been worried about you these days. The oracle from Shintoism said you were dead." Yingkong Kurumi grabbed the man's big hand and stroked the teeth marks from her mouth with heartache.

"Don't worry, it's not that easy to die." Fang Zuo rubbed Yingkong Hutao's plump buttocks vigorously. She seemed to have lost a lot of weight: "Have you not eaten well these days?"

"Well, I don't want to eat." Yingkong Kurumi said.

"You didn't sleep well either? You have such heavy dark circles under your eyes."

"Ah, is there?" Yingkong Kurumi quickly took out her phone and took a picture of her eyes: "Ahhh, my dark circles are really heavy. Ah, I'm so hungry."

'Gurgle, gurgle.'

Yingkong Kurumi's stomach rumbled.

Only then did I remember that I hadn't eaten for a day.

"Let's go and have dinner." Fang Zuo picked up Yingkong Walnut.

"Put me down."

"No, just go like this."

"A lot of people."

"Let them watch."

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Inside the Imperial Hotel Tokyo.

Kyoko Sasaki was still sleeping on the bed.

I don’t know what I was dreaming about, but there was a hint of spring in the corner of my mouth.

Suddenly he frowned and woke up with a groan.

"Are you awake?" Ishizawa Nako breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Sasaki Kyoko slowly waking up. "If you don't wake up, I'll have to take you to the hospital. Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

"It hurts so much." Kiko Sasaki was in so much pain that tears were about to flow out: "Why does it hurt so much?"

"Where does it hurt? I checked and everything's fine." Ishizawa Nako came over and said, "Have you forgotten that I'm a medical student? Come and let me take a look."

"It's not the outside that hurts, it's the inside." Kyoko Sasaki said with a frown, stroking her lower abdomen.

"The comfortable feeling is gone, and now comes the pain. It's so deep?" Ishizawa Nako looked at the location and swallowed her saliva: "It's too exaggerated. Can that old guy be so powerful?"

"What old guy? He's a young man." Nozomi Sasaki rolled her eyes at Nako Ishizawa.

"Hey, you're helping him start talking already." Ishizawa Nako mocked him, "How about it, handsome or not?"

"At first I couldn't see his face clearly, but then... he was really young. I could feel his muscles, his outline, and..." Kiko Sasaki blushed but didn't say anything.

"You still have that much power, don't you?" Ishizawa Nako added, "Someone was so desperate that he refused to go, and the result was such a crazy scene, wow, even the carpet got wet."

"Don't say that." Kyoko Sasaki was about to come over to cover Ishizawa Nako's mouth, but as soon as she moved, she immediately frowned.

"Do you want to go to the hospital?" Ishizawa Nako said, "I just checked you out. There's a tear, but it's not a big deal. If it hurts, you need to go to the hospital."

"No need." Sasaki Nozomi shook her head. Suddenly she thought of something, her face flushed, and she stammered, "Naiko, did you feel any electricity when you did that?"

"How can there be an electric feeling? Alas, the one in my house is not that deep. One third is good enough." Ishizawa Nako shook her head.

"I'm not talking about the feeling, it's really electric, tingling and numb." Kiko Sasaki said shyly.

"Are you hallucinating?" Ishizawa Nako rolled her eyes. "It's been too long since you've had a man?"

"Is it an illusion?" Kyoko Sasaki said uncertainly. She was in a daze that night and really didn't know if it was an illusion.

"Of course. By the way, did you achieve your goal?" Ishizawa Nako asked, "What did the old, oh no, young president say?"

"I...I forgot to ask." Kiko Sasaki lowered her head in frustration.

"Oh, you, you, I'll send you a message later to ask." Ishizawa Nako said angrily, "He got it for nothing... But why does it seem like you got it for nothing?"

Nako Ishizawa looked Kiko Sasaki up and down.

That look made Kyoko Sasaki's ears turn red.

It seems she is right.

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Fang Zuo put down the sleeping Yingkong Kurumi and cast a sleeping spell on her, letting her have a good rest.

She was so tired that even her soul was a little tired.

I have been missing for so many days. Now that this person is like this, what about Shiraishi Nagimitsu?

Fang Zuo came to Shiraishi Nagimitsu's villa.

It's quiet inside.

Oda Yui and Shiraishi Mei were already fast asleep.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu hasn't slept yet.

Fang Zuo came to Shiraishi Nagimitsu's bedroom.

Total darkness.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu was not lying in bed.

A person was wearing a transparent white nightgown.

He sat on the wooden floor with his arms around his legs, huddled in the corner of the room looking pitiful.

He stared at the floor in a daze, his eyes dull.

Like an abandoned female cat.

In an instant, all sense of security was lost.