In crossover anime, who isn't a childhood friend?

She paused, then her tone became more enthusiastic.

"Moreover, Thursday night at 10 pm, which is a secondary prime time slot, is actually quite good! There is still a stable audience at this time."

"As long as everything goes smoothly after the show airs, even if it doesn't become a huge hit, just good audience reviews and stable ratings will be a great starting point and boost for your future as a writer and screenwriter!"

"You don't need to comfort me like that. I understand all of this. I was just thinking about other things."

"That's good."

"Since the broadcast is about to start, there should be some corresponding promotional work to cooperate with, right?" Yuan Qianye asked proactively.

It is industry practice for the lead actors, directors, screenwriters, and other key creative personnel to cooperate in promotion before a TV series premieres.

He was a newcomer to this field, but he had done his homework beforehand, so he knew a little about it.

"Hehe... there are some, indeed." Miyoko smiled ingratiatingly: "Mainly TV variety show appearances and interview invitations from several entertainment magazines."

Mr. Ueno means that he hopes you, boss, can make time to attend the event with the main creative team of the drama series to promote it.

In addition, the official social media accounts for "The Secret" have started releasing behind-the-scenes footage and stories. The production team hopes that your verified personal account can appropriately repost and comment on these clips to help promote and spread the word.

"The next thing is simple, I'll have Rikka handle it later. As for the TV program and magazine interview..." Minamoto Chiyo clicked on the calendar in the lower right corner of the computer: "...I'm going on a trip on the 26th, which is next Friday. If the time can be set before then, it'll be fine."

"Understood." Miyoko immediately wrote it down: "I will communicate and negotiate with Mr. Ueno and the publicity team in detail, and try to arrange the time in a way that is more convenient for you. I will report back to you after it is confirmed."

"I'm sorry, I finally gave you a break so you could go home and rest and take care of your family, but I still have to ask you to help with all this miscellaneous work remotely."

"Please don't say that. This was my own request. Boss, you don't know, after living in Tokyo for so long, it's really hard to adjust to suddenly being back in my hometown with so much free time."

"Knock knock knock—" A knocking sound came from behind the door.

Yuan Qianye turned around and said, "Come in."

Rikka first peeked in cutely, smiled ingratiatingly, and then took Eriri's hand and walked in together.

Yuan Qianye smiled at them, indicating to wait a moment, then turned back to the computer screen: "Then I'll trouble you."

"It's my job, boss!"

That's all for now, goodnight.

"Yes, boss, you should get some rest too."

Following Miyoko's wave, Gen Chiya turned off the video.

He turned the ergonomic chair around, looked at Eriri and Rikka, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong? Why are you here to see me now?"

"Ah, it's nothing serious." Rikka closed the door. "It's just that we felt you worked really hard, so Eriri and I came over to help you relax."

Rikka's smiling expression revealed her filial piety, and her words were perfectly fine.

The action of raising both claws and grasping in the air is somewhat suggestive.

Then there's Eriri, who's clutching her clothes and acting all coy. She looks like a virtuous girl who's been bewitched and kidnapped, about to be subjected to some kind of shady "service."

The combination of these two images is quite strange in terms of déjà vu.

Yuan Qianye pressed his left hand on his right shoulder and slowly turned it around: "It's kind of you to do this, but it's not necessary. Actually, I'm fine today, not particularly tired..."

"Alright, alright! Bro, why are you being so polite with us? Honestly!"

In Eriri's view, Rikka suddenly moved closer to Chiya and, in a naturally affectionate manner that she greatly admired, whispered something in his ear.

Eriri couldn't hear what was said, but she saw that after listening to Rikka's whisper, Chiya's gaze drifted in her direction.

Their eyes met briefly in mid-air.

"Is that so? Okay then." Gen Chiyo nodded after hearing Rikka's explanation.

Since Rikka explained that Eriri felt guilty about ruining her clothes and wanted to do something to make amends and apologize, and that she should accept her services without worry, then it seemed that she had no reason to refuse.

But we still need to confirm it.

"Eri, are you sure you're okay? If Rikka is forcing you to act up, you can tell me and I'll take care of her for you."

"No, no! I just wanted to do something for you, Qianye, because I ruined your clothes!"

Since this is the wish of the parties involved, there seems to be nothing more to say.

"Brother, if you don't have any other plans right now, we can start now."

Yuan Qianye nodded, turned off the computer, and stood up from the chair: "I'm going to the restroom first."

"Good~"

As soon as Chiya left, Rikka immediately came to Eriri's side: "What's wrong with you? You were fine before you came in, why are you not saying anything at all now?"

"No, Rikka, I feel like something's weird."

"What's so strange? What are you thinking about again?" Rikka pretended to be confused, with a "I can't do anything with you" expression: "Now that things have come to this, you're not thinking of backing out, are you? Look how excited my brother is."

"How come I didn't notice?"

"The fact that he went to the bathroom is proof of that; he was preparing to lie on the bed later."

"Wait a minute? The massage later... should we go to bed?!"

“Of course.” Rikka looked at her strangely: “Don’t normal massages all require going to the bed?”

"Who said that? When I used to massage my dad, I was just doing it normally behind the sofa!"

“That was a warm interaction with elders, unlike now. With Chiya sitting here, the chair back is blocking your way, so it's hard for you to exert force.” Rikka patted the ergonomic chair.

Okay... that does seem to make sense.

Eriri was persuaded.

"Alright, stop thinking so much, come here." Rikka took off her shoes first, went straight to Chiya's bed and sat like a duck, patting the bed surface in an attempt to invite him over.

Eriri almost held her breath, her limbs stiff as if they didn't belong to her, as she awkwardly moved to the edge of the bed.

Then, as if afraid of disturbing something, she sat down very carefully and gently.

The moment her buttocks touched the soft and elastic mattress, an indescribable sense of invasion overwhelmed her.

This is... where Qianye sleeps every night.

He breathes here, falls asleep here, and wakes up here...

This realization, along with the fleeting glimpse of his powerful and beautiful back as he exercised that she had seen through the crack in the door, and the inexplicable words spoken by Saeko, along with the unspeakable chaotic associations that arose from her own professional habits...

All of this, mixed together, is making Eriri's mind incredibly agitated!

She felt her skin burning from head to toe, and her heart was pounding so loudly it felt like it was going to burst her eardrums!

"What are you standing there daydreaming about? Come here, don't worry, you know my brother, his bed is always spotless."

That's not the issue...

Eriri finally took off her shoes at Rikka's urging and knelt down on Chiya's bed.

What she was thinking right now was whether, in some sense, they would be sharing a bed once Qianye arrived.

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After Yuan Qianye flushed the toilet, washed and dried her hands, she did not immediately return to her room.

He leaned against the sink, took his phone out of his pocket, unlocked the screen, and opened the chat window with Saeko.

His fingertips hovered above the virtual keyboard, paused slightly, and then began to type—

"Are you... not...?"

He stared at his phone screen for a moment, then rolled back the text he had typed, but ultimately didn't send any message.

"What are those two doing in your room at this hour?" Shihua asked, peeking out as she came out to get water.

Yuan Qianye locked his phone and put it back in his pocket: "Didn't Eriri ruin my clothes during the day? She felt a little bad, so she thought of giving me a massage as an apology."

"Hey~" Shihua looked at him with a half-smile: "It's pretty good, enjoying the blessings of having two women."

"I can give it to you. Come and lie down, and I'll help you massage with the other two."

"No need, just enjoy yourself. Don't stay up too late."

Shihua, holding her water glass, turned and left without hesitation.

Are you kidding me? You want him to give you a massage?

Before they officially confirmed their relationship, when they were in an ambiguous and tug-of-war stage, he would often use high-sounding excuses such as "I see you're tired from work, let me massage your shoulders" or "You've worked hard in gymnastics training, let me relax your muscles" to make various "legitimate" physical contacts and get closer to her.

Now, as long as his warm hands touch certain specific places... no, it doesn't even need to be specific places.

Wrists, back of the neck, sides of the waist, around the shoulder blades... wherever there is skin-to-skin contact, she can easily and uncontrollably experience some... tingling, trembling, or even more embarrassing physiological reactions.

How could someone like her allow him to massage her in front of Eriri and Rikka?

If she couldn't help but make a sound or have an inappropriate reaction, then her dignity and face as the eldest sister would be completely ruined!

Yuan Qianye chuckled softly, shook his head, and slowly walked back to his room.

He pushed open the slightly ajar door, and a warm, hazy light instantly enveloped him.

Only one bedside lamp was on in the room, its soft light spilling onto the bed and a small area around it, adding to the tranquility and privacy.

Rikka and Eriri were kneeling by the bed, already in their respective positions.

What's particularly noteworthy here is the state of Rikka and Eriri respectively.

It was a summer night, and they were indoors, so they were naturally wearing light and cool cotton short-sleeved pajamas.

The neckline of the top was a bit loose, vaguely revealing her slender collarbone and a small patch of fair skin.

As for the lower body... it consisted of loose pajama pants that were short enough to be above the knee, barely covering the upper thighs.

Thus, two pairs of straight, slender, and beautifully shaped calves were almost entirely exposed to the warm light.

Her skin was fair and delicate, and seemed to glow with a soft luster in the dim yellow light.

Small, bare feet lay casually on the dark sheets.

Her ankles were slender, her arches were beautifully curved, her ten toes were neatly arranged, her nails were neatly trimmed and rounded, with a healthy light pink hue, and her toes looked especially adorable.

Yuan Qianye is not a foot fetishist, but such a visual feast still made him feel happy.

Not to mention, one of them had a mischievous and lively smile, while the other had blushing cheeks, and they just stared at him intently...

In the dim, somewhat ambiguous light and shadow, I had a feeling that something was quietly changing, and things were gradually getting wrong.