Tokyo: Bubble, but the system is Sengoku.

"Sato?"

The woman's gaze lifted hazily, her eyes still unfocused, but gradually regaining some clarity from the confusion.

Ogawa quickly realized their current position, as if he had grasped a hot potato, and abruptly let go.

However, when a drunkard suddenly makes such a violent movement, not to mention the weights he's carrying, the result is predictable.

Xiaochuan naturally lost her balance and was about to fall when she tightly closed her eyes.

The imagined pain did not come. Instead, she felt as if she had entered a warm place, heard a strong heartbeat in her ear, and felt a warm hand on her waist, which made the woman let out a soft moan, her voice as soft as if she were being coquettish.

"fortunately......"

Sato suppressed the surging impulse within him and muttered something under his breath.

Fortunately, they caught it, and fortunately, no one was in the company at the moment, otherwise the rumors would have spread throughout the entire company that very day.

However, Xiao Chuan wasn't as drunk as last time. Before, he had clung to him the whole way, holding onto his arm tightly and refusing to let go.

In the dimly lit space where there were only two people, Sato's words fell into Ogawa's ears without missing a single one.

The woman's already rosy cheeks turned even redder, and even her ears felt burning hot.

"...Where's Xiaofeng?!"

After regaining his footing, Xiao Chuan carefully moved to the side, wanting to get away from the boy's burning body temperature.

"I'm gone."

As soon as Sato finished speaking, the woman, who had just left a little, stumbled and fell limply back into his arms.

Perhaps because he had been drinking, Xiaochuan's body temperature was alarmingly high.

The scalding heat seemed to penetrate his shirt and burn straight into his heart.

This was the umpteenth time their skin had touched, but he didn't resist.

Although controlling recoil is painful, Ayako Ogawa, this ice queen, certainly has enough charm.

"I can go back by myself..."

Ogawa murmured to himself, his hand still weakly pushing against the boy's chest, trying to struggle to get up.

However, in Sato's view, this resistance is similar to whining and saying "I'll punch you in the chest with my little fists."

"Let me take you home."

Sato grabbed the other's small fist, his voice low and gentle.

"It's dangerous outside."

Whether it was because of the mission or because of real danger, Sato really didn't intend for her to leave on her own.

After all, Xiao Chuan is his manager; if something goes wrong, it could cause a lot of trouble.

Upon hearing this, Xiaochuan didn't speak, but simply closed his eyes tightly, gently biting his red lips with his silver teeth, looking like he was in pain but desperately trying not to hiccup.

"Burp~"

Clearly, patience failed.

The soft, limp hiccup sounded more like a gentle murmur, and it was exceptionally clear in the quiet office. Xiao Chuan's blush deepened even further, almost as if it were about to bleed.

Seeing this, Sato took it as a tacit agreement, reached out and put his arm around the woman's slender waist, and walked out.

The boy's movements stiffened slightly as his fingertips touched the smooth texture of her soft waist, but he quickly tightened his arms to appear calm.

"Why did you drink so much again?"

Sato asked.

"Of course, it's because... I'm happy!"

Ogawa explained it simply, but Sato understood it immediately.

That's the only thing that makes me happy today.

"The president is very satisfied with your performance; he'll probably throw you a celebration party or something..."

"A victory celebration?"

"It was just a small company tea party, but... hiccup~"

Hearing the girl's confused words, Sato was not in a hurry, but simply helped her walk step by step.

"However, this is also a signal, from the company..."

"Understood."

The gist of it is that if "Shadow Legion" can really make him a name for himself and get him a few male celebrities to endorse his products, then the company can be saved.

Large companies certainly wouldn't be able to, but their company has undergone optimization and significantly reduced its expenses, so it's possible.

Although the tea party was small, it was a move to stabilize people's hearts.

"President, I've already spoken to Suzuki about it."

"it is good."

Sato didn't intend to do anything like a crazy slap in the face or a satisfying revenge on Suzuki.

After all, there was no deep-seated hatred between the two. If Suzuki didn't come looking for him, he wouldn't go over to get in his way.

As for Suzuki, let him do whatever he wants and think whatever he wants.

As the two talked, Sato quickly hailed a taxi downstairs.

Fortunately, we are not yet in the era of taxis that are so expensive at night that people have money but nowhere to spend it.

If a few more years pass, with his current income, he probably won't even be able to afford a taxi at night.

Along the way, under the driver's ambiguous, envious, and somewhat fearful gaze, the boy finally managed to safely deliver Xiaochuan to her apartment building.

"Thank goodness I didn't throw up."

Sato breathed a sigh of relief after getting off the bus safely.

The driver hadn't dared to breathe loudly the whole way, afraid that Xiao Chuan might suddenly throw up in the car.

Sato himself was also scared, since Ogawa had been leaning on him the whole way, and his warm, alcohol-smelling breath had been brushing against his neck. If he were to vomit, Ogawa would definitely be the first to suffer.

"Hmm... Wow!"

Ogawa gave a mumbled reply, as if his patience had finally reached its limit.

Suddenly, a rainbow appeared.

......

The next morning, the woman groggily opened her eyes.

The dull ache from the hangover, along with memories of last night, flooded my mind.

She recalled that she started out drinking with her best friend, and as they drank, the conversation naturally turned to Sato.

And then what? That unreliable best friend not only didn't take her home, but after hearing that Sato might still be at the company, she actually packed her up and sent her there like she was a package.

And then... what happened next?

Fragments of memory surged through my mind, scene after scene gradually emerging: I was clinging tightly to the boy's arm, saying something incoherently, and finally...

"wrong!"

Ogawa suddenly realized that he had not only carried the other person all the way, but had also ended up vomiting on him.

Ignoring his splitting headache, he sat bolt upright in bed with a "whoosh".

His gaze swept erratically across the room before settling on the boy who was leaning against the wall and asleep on the floor.

Sato was shirtless, covered only by a small blanket he had brought from his hometown. Morning light filtered through the curtains, falling on his taut muscles and outlining his sharp features.

With that handsome face, if any girl saw this scene, she would probably be smitten on the spot.

However, that's clearly not the focus right now.

How much trouble can a working-class person really cause?

She actually vomited all over one of her artists and then stuck to him...

Just thinking about this made Xiaochuan feel dizzy and his scalp tingle.

I don't know how to make it up to them this time.