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"I stole his fiancée."

Chapter 275 I’m back

The jeep was parked downstairs at the apartment building.

"Actually, it's fine if you come back to stay." Shirakawa Natsu handed the car keys to Miyuki: "No one has touched your room."

“Even I would feel awkward.” Mikoto took the keys. “Call me if you need anything.”

"Hmm." Shirakawa Natsu nodded, then saw Miyuki turn around, open the door, and get into the car: "Wait, there's something on your face."

Miyuki turned her head, looking puzzled. While she was distracted, Shirakawa Natsu quickly moved her face closer.

Just as their lips were about to touch.

As if she had been prepared, Miyuki leaned back slightly, keeping her lips a centimeter away from his.

Shirakawa Natsu was already on top of her, but still couldn't kiss her.

Miyuki remained leaning back, her expression a half-smile: "Too young."

This made Shirakawa Natsumi feel awkward; this guy wasn't following the script.

Having failed in his surprise attack, he stood up straight, sullenly: "I know you're old..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mikoto suddenly reached out his right hand, supported the back of his head, and pressed him down hard.

Shirakawa Natsu's head was pulled by the force, leaving her with absolutely no room to dodge.

Their lips met, and Miyuki's tongue forcefully pushed his teeth apart.

After a long while, their lips parted, and Miyuki stuck out her tongue and licked her deep purple lips: "Now that's what you call a forced kiss."

Finally, he waved to him, opened the car door, and got in.

The jeep roared and disappeared into the intersection.

Shirakawa Natsu touched her lips with her hand, and good heavens, she had been forcibly kissed.

This is the first time I've seen my brother show such a strong side.

Later, I'll definitely take her to the park at night with her by the collar, and when I run behind her, I'll see if she can still be so assertive.

Shake your head to get rid of these messy thoughts.

Back in my apartment, standing at the front door, I took a deep breath.

The thought of facing Hashimoto Arina soon filled him with a sense of guilt for no apparent reason.

"Phew." Shirakawa Natsu let out a long breath. Even though his conscience was pricking him, he would never give up.

He's determined to build a harem.

Even if this goal is extremely difficult, we have always remained steadfast in our commitment.

Adjusting my mindset, I unlocked the door with my fingerprint and smiled, "I'm back."

"Welcome back." Hashimoto Arina was sitting on the sofa with an easel in front of her. When Shirakawa Natsu opened the door, she put down her paintbrush, put on her slippers, and walked over with a smile: "You must have had a hard time out there."

As she spoke, she took slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them in front of Shirakawa Natsumi.

"I can do it myself." Shirakawa Natsumi smiled awkwardly. She was indeed quite tired today, but it was a date with a handsome and mature woman.

Seeing Hashimoto Arina waiting at home like a wife deepened his sense of guilt.

He looked around and changed the subject, saying, "Where's Shana? I don't see her."

"I went to see the fireworks with her," Hashimoto Arina said with a grin, joining in to recount her experience.

"She said she was going to develop the photos, so I went home first and waited for you to come back."

Shirakawa Natsumi paused for a moment upon hearing about the fireworks, but quickly recovered and looked at the drawing board on the sofa, saying:

"Sister Cai, what are you drawing?"

A moment of shyness appeared on Hashimoto Arina's face as she reached out, picked up the drawing board, and handed it to Shirakawa Natsu.

The person pictured above is a handsome young man with delicate features; it is Shirakawa Natsumi.

The colorful oil painting captures his sunny smile on the paper, making the picture lifelike, as if it came to life.

"Wow, Sister Yu Cai, you're amazing!" Shirakawa Natsu doesn't understand oil painting, but she can tell that the painting in her hand is of a very high standard.

He looked around and noticed that Hashimoto Arina wasn't using any reference points. He asked curiously, "Does Arina-nee not use models when she draws?"

Upon hearing this, Hashimoto Arina stuck out her tongue: "Because I've drawn it many times already. At first, I needed a photo, but not anymore."

Shirakawa Natsumi's heart skipped a beat; Yui-nee has always been an angel.

"Want to see a movie?" Hashimoto Arina asked with a smile. "When we came back, Shana dragged me to rent a movie."

"It's my pleasure." Shirakawa Natsu agreed without hesitation and spent a day with Mino Shiki.

He noticed that Hashimoto Arina didn't ask him what he had done outside that day.

The older sister is too gentle.

Hashimoto Arina put the disc into the player and turned off the living room lights: "This will create a better atmosphere. Xia, please have a seat."

"Okay." Shirakawa Natsu sat obediently on the sofa, with only the light from the television in the living room.

He noticed the cover with red lettering: "Is it a horror movie?"

“Yes, I sometimes want to try something challenging myself.” Hashimoto Arina pressed play and walked over.

"Sister Yu-Cai, aren't you quite scared?" Shirakawa Natsumi laughed, "Would you close your eyes and be too afraid to look?"

“Hehe, it’s okay today, because…” Hashimoto Arina said, turning around in front of him and sitting down between him: “Today I’m going to sit here and watch.”

Shirakawa Natsu felt herself being pressed against.

"Is it okay?" Hashimoto Arina turned her head to the side, shifted a few times, and asked softly, "Do you want to watch it covered by a blanket?"

"Oh, okay." Shirakawa Natsu picked up a thin blanket from the side, covered their heads, and then covered the two of them with the blanket.

Feel each other's bodies.

In a dimly lit space, instincts are more easily aroused, and the bodies of men and women press together.

The TV screen started flickering; it was indeed a horror movie, but not particularly scary.

At this time, who among the respectable people would watch a movie?

Shirakawa Natsu is holding Hashimoto Arina; she's very soft and plump.

He carefully slipped his hand inside the collar, and Hashimoto Arina shifted his body slightly to make it easier for his hand to grasp the target.

“It feels like it’s fake,” Hashimoto Arina suddenly said.

"Huh?" Shirakawa Natsumi was holding it between two fingers.

"It's really possible to be this close to you." Hashimoto Arina looked at the TV, the light from the screen flickering and illuminating her face. Her voice was gentle and understanding: "So many things have happened, yet we haven't been separated because of practical problems."

"Yeah, that's really incredible." Shirakawa Natsu noticed that after a few squeezes, it stood up.

“When I’m alone, I often feel uneasy.” Hashimoto Arina let him rub her: “I worry that I might break up with Natsume because of something, and if that happens, we’ll never be able to see each other again.”

"Don't worry." Shirakawa Natsu pulled his hand away, feeling that it wasn't a good idea to continue rubbing her at this point. He wrapped his arms around her neck from behind and said, "It will never happen. No matter what happens, I will never let go."

Just then, a scream of agony suddenly came from the television.

"What?!" Hashimoto Arina jumped in fright and turned to hug Shirakawa Natsu, "What is that?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing, only the female lead's head fell off," Shirakawa Natsu replied, glancing at the TV.

"Go to hell." Hashimoto Yuna pressed her head against his chin, then looked up and met his gaze in the darkness: "Can you keep looking at Xia's face until the scary scene is over? Tell me when the scene changes."

"Ah, okay." Shirakawa Natsu hugged her, looking at the gentle older sister in front of her, the angel in her heart: "I don't want you to turn away, I want to look at your face more."

In the darkness, something is fermenting.

Shirakawa Natsu quietly reached out her hand.

Hashimoto Arina, her cheeks flushed, leaned closer from behind.

She was, after all, an excellent doctor, very familiar with human anatomy, and her hand grasped it accurately in the dark.

Shirakawa Natsu reached in and realized that she was already prepared.

It's very moisturizing in every sense of the word.

Outside the door, Shana took off her headphones, put on a smile, and pushed the door open abruptly, shouting, "I'm back!"

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Chapter 276 Horror Movies

"Why aren't the lights on?" Shana muttered to herself, then turned to see the living room TV, which was showing a scene of the main character being chased by a ghost. She laughed and said, "Hehe, Sister Cai is watching a movie!"

Hashimoto Arina shuddered, suppressing her voice to make her tone sound normal: "Little Shana, are the photos developed yet?"

She frantically tried to move upwards, attempting to get off Bai Chuanxia.

"Relax first, it's already clamped shut." Bai Chuanxia's expression wasn't good either, she had been enjoying the warm caress.

The sudden blow almost made him cry out in pain.

Hashimoto Arina clearly lacked experience.

If it were Aunt Mafei, she would definitely be able to control the tightness and looseness at this time, and would even take advantage of the gaps to do a few more strokes.

"Hehe, let's watch together~" Shana kicked her feet, and her little leather shoes slid down her transparent stockings into the entryway.

She wasn't wearing slippers; her stockings were on the floor. She hopped a few times, reached the sofa, and sat down abruptly.

Turning to look at the two people sitting together, covered by a blanket, she exclaimed, "Oh, Xia-ge is here too!"

In the dimly lit living room, the reflection from the television shone on her fair face, making her look lively, cute, and innocent.

"Hmm." Bai Chuanxia held back from making a sound when she sat down.

Hashimoto Arina managed to get halfway out, but then forcefully sat back down.

"I... I'm a little afraid to watch alone, haha." Hashimoto Arina tried her best to keep her voice from sounding strange.

"Hehe, I'll protect Sister Youcai." Shana sat down with a grin.

Hashimoto Arina tensed up.

Shirakawa Natsu almost groaned out loud, her muscles tightening again.

Shana stopped ten centimeters away from the two of them and turned to look at the TV: "But with Sister Cai and Xia protecting us, we're safe now."

"It doesn't seem that scary."

Her eyes were drawn to the television, and she watched it with a smile.

Shirakawa Natsumi could feel Yui's body visibly relax, and this sudden tension and relaxation really bothered him.

Hashimoto Arina shifted her body slightly, but she couldn't stand up straight at all.

He managed to get halfway out, but his legs couldn't support him, so he sat down again.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her neck, and her breathing became heavier, but fortunately, the screams from the horror movie masked it well.

The stuffiness under the thin blanket caused fine beads of sweat to appear on the skin that was stuck together.

The slippery, muddy feeling kept coming from my skin.

Bai Chuanxia, ​​on the other hand, wasn't nervous at all; his attention was all on Shana's face. This guy was definitely doing it on purpose.

However, her eyes were fixed on the television, and her face changed with the plot, as if she were really watching a movie.

"Ah." Shirakawa Natsu suddenly snorted, a sharp pain in his thigh drawing his attention away from Shana.

Hashimoto Arina stared at him in the darkness, one hand pinching his thigh.

Her face showed three parts shyness, three parts annoyance, and four parts an ambiguous expression.

Bai Chuanxia revealed a helpless expression in the darkness; he didn't want to remain stubborn like this either.

But with a minotaur's heart and kidneys, he can always be in peak condition.

This caused Hashimoto Arina to get stuck.