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

After taking a shower at night, Eriri puts on her pajamas and lets her hair fall naturally. Her skin is fair and radiant, and her cheeks are flushed with a natural pink from nervousness, greatly increasing her cuteness.

Cute, I want to...

Without making a sound, Yuan Qianye placed his left hand on his right hand in front of him, adopting the posture of an old cadre listening to a leader's reprimand, intending to conceal something, and waited quietly.

"I'm sorry about what happened today."

"Are you still worried about those things? I've already said it, it doesn't matter at all, and it doesn't affect me at all."

Even so, I still have to apologize. My performance today was indeed quite poor, there's no doubt about that. But please rest assured! I... I'm confident that I will do better in the future! I will keep working hard and always keep up with you. That's all, goodnight!

After saying these somewhat ambiguous words, Eriri, who had been walking unsteadily on her feet while speaking, immediately turned and left, her hands behind her back.

What is this?

Beneath the surface of the apology, the core was a declaration full of positive and proactive intent.

However, in the instant before Eriri turned around, Chiyo did catch the change in her bright expression.

Oh well, as long as the child is happy.

But there is another important thing to do now.

After locking the door, Yuan Qianye leaned back against the headboard and held the phone, which was still on a call and lying face down on the bed, close to her ear.

At the same time, the tablets displaying some live stream content were unlocked and placed back in their original positions, along with matching headphones.

“I’m back,” he said.

"Who is it?" Hayasaka Ai asked knowingly, her situation completely mirroring that of Minamoto Chiya, who was also using a phone and tablet at the same time.

When asked by the maid, Yuan Qianye, who was also fully aware of the situation, replied in a cooperative manner: "It's the friend I told you about before, who's been staying at my house for a while."

"Oh." Hayasaka Ai had no intention of discussing this topic further: "It's time to rest, it's not very early."

Yuan Qianye countered, "Are you going to rest?"

"I'm not really ready to sleep yet. The work pressure during the day is too great. I'm constantly running around with the young lady. Listening to your daily work routine is quite interesting, but I'm worried that I might disturb you."

"It won't bother you. I also feel that after work, it's very relaxing to be able to chat with someone like this. It's just that I've been talking about my own things the whole time. Is that really okay?"

"It's okay, because I'm really curious about things that happen inside TV stations, the behind-the-scenes stories of some hosts and celebrities. I feel like it can broaden my knowledge. Can you tell me more?"

This is a lie.

At this moment, Hayasaka Ai, lying on her side in her own room at the Shinomiya Villa, did not appear to be as calm and composed as she did in her voice.

His bewildered eyes rippled like water, his breathing was rapid, and not only his face, but his entire body's skin turned a blood red, as if he had a fever.

A simple phone call wouldn't achieve such an exaggerated effect.

While she was using her phone to spy on Yuan Qianye and listen to him speak, her other free hand naturally reached down, and tissues were already prepared on the bedside table.

A minor accident just occurred, forcing her to a halt to her almost uncontrollable excitement.

Fortunately, everything is back on track.

She listened as Yuan Qianye recounted his work in a natural tone.

He watched as the man, unaware that the cameras he had set up were watching him intently, displayed a foolish demeanor.

And with her echoing words like "I didn't expect that," "Really?" and "That's amazing," her face showed a hint of excitement, just like her own.

Beneath his abstinent voice, however, he became excited upon hearing his own voice and realizing his current state—a stark contrast to his usual demeanor…

So handsome, Chiyo...

Such an excellent Chiyo...

I love Chiya so much...

But they only use themselves to make side dishes and stuff...

Ah, a thousand nights... a thousand nights, a thousand nights, a thousand nights, a thousand nights, a thousand nights, a thousand nights...!!

A familiar, tingling sensation, like being passed through by a tiny electric current, swept through my entire body once again.

"Gurgle—" The maid couldn't help but let out a small, strange, rising sob.

As she was talking about another outdoor shoot, Yuan Qianye stopped recounting the events when enthusiastic fans held her hand tightly.

He stared blankly at the maid's exhausted state for a brief moment.

This time it wasn't an act.

"what happened?"

"It seems... like I have a leg cramp."

"I see. Standing for most of the day must be very tiring."

"Um……"

"Give yourself a gentle massage. Next time we meet, let's get a full-body massage together."

"Okay...I'm massaging now..."

"It's a pity. If I were here with you, I wouldn't mind rubbing it for you."

"Well……"

The maid lay flat on the bed, her arms resting across her cheeks, her chest heaving, but she tried very hard to suppress her indecent voice.

That night, their strange playful interaction continued until after 1 a.m. when they said goodnight to each other.

After hanging up the phone, Yuan Qianye turned off the light and lay silently on the bed.

Like Shiyu, the maid also has a constitution that makes it quite easy for her to reach the critical point.

However, they are on completely different levels in terms of physical strength.

Shiyu was only slightly arrogant at the beginning, constantly spewing vulgarities as if no one else was around. But when it came to the actual battle, she would often complain of being tired and beg for mercy, eventually turning into a puddle of water. Despite having such a despicable figure, she lived like a little devil.

The maid is the complete opposite. She is like a live volcano on the verge of erupting at any moment. This does not refer to her personality. Give her a little external stimulation and she will erupt wildly. After stopping and resting for a while, she can give the same response when the process is repeated.

Ok……

He's the one who's suffering.

The argument is that, given he has four incredibly beautiful and devoted partners, why does he choose to relieve his stress alone at night with a repressed maid?

However, seeing through the dim light that the maid had made the bed, put on her pajamas, and was now sound asleep with a happy expression, Yuan Qianye felt quite gratified, believing that he had played a role.

Well, as long as the child is satisfied.

Anyway, once he returned from his trip to relax, he planned to ask the maid out.

I'm not going to drag this out any longer.

After asking her about her true feelings about working at the Shinomiya family, regardless of her specific answer, I was already planning to be completely honest with her and open up to her.

There's no need to continue like this, pretending to be ignorant while secretly plotting.

It was indeed very interesting and exciting.

Because it was too late, and Eriri was at home, Chiya still didn't go to find Toka.

I closed my eyes, casually thought about the subject matter of my next book, and soon fell asleep.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Time jumps to July 25th.

Thursday, 9 p.m.

"Let me decide what to bring now, so we don't end up scrambling to get everything ready when we're about to leave tomorrow morning."

"Okay, sis~ Eriri, do you need to bring a hair curler?"

"I don't usually use this, and even if we need it, the hotel we're staying at should provide it."

"Hmm, that's true... Do you have time now? Come over and help me see which outfits I should bring."

"Sure, but... I think we should skip these Lolita-style dresses."

"Why is she so cute? She'll definitely look great in photos!"

“I understand, but even though it’s a trip, the destination is the beach. The skirt design is too complicated, and the material is too thick. It will definitely be very hot to wear. You can’t go into the water when you get to the beach. Are you going to stand on the beach as a beautiful human billboard?”

"All right……"

The night before their departure for Jodohama, the Gen family apartment was quite lively. Urged and reminded by Tohka, Rikka pulled Eriri along to pack their luggage and clothes in the room so they could meet up with the others on time the next morning.

As for Toka, after collecting the clothes that were drying on the balcony, she went straight into Minamoto Chiya's room to take out the clothes he would need to change into in the next few days from the wardrobe, folded them, and put them in his travel bag.

As for Gen Chiyo himself...

He was lounging comfortably on the living room sofa, petting his bird and watching TV.

He seemed relaxed and carefree, showing no signs of the urgency that came with the eve of his departure.

But nobody thought there was anything wrong with it.

This is like a microcosm of a traditional neon family model.

A husband who is dedicated and responsible in developing his career can return home without having to worry about trivial matters.

A meticulous and capable wife will naturally take care of everything for him, creating the most comfortable and relaxing haven for him.

No one had mentioned it, but the calm and leisurely aura of the head of the household was naturally manifested.

At 9:50, Gen Chiya was transferred to TV Tokyo.

In ten minutes, the first episode of the TV series "Secret," for which he served as the original screenwriter, will officially air.

Whether it's anticipation for the final product or the desire of a creator to test whether the production team has truly understood and polished their script, he naturally wouldn't miss this important premiere.

"Eri, it's almost time. Stop packing and come out now."

"Here it comes!"

Rikka and Eriri stopped what they were doing and sat down side by side in the living room.

Shihua went to the kitchen and brought out a plate of pre-cut cantaloupe.

Rikka held her phone, tapping her fingertips to notify others in the group chat to quickly sit in front of the TV.

In fact, she didn't need to remind him at all.