My Origin is Your Wife

Sakura played with it, and her eyes suddenly stopped on the dark brown moiré.

"--Seven nights".

part.11 If you have money, you can do whatever you want! ?

Sitting on a small bench wrapped in a clean white towel, Sakura lowered her head, letting the maid fiddle with her hair.

The hair dryer hummed.

The white mist of water vapor filled the air, reaching the ankles.

Perhaps because of shyness, or perhaps because of the slightly high water temperature, the girl's delicate skin was baked to a bright pink.

The maid gently stroked Sakura's hair and dried it halfway.

Feeling the comfortable touch from her head, Sakura hummed softly, lowered her head and played with the quaint black switchblade in her hand.

I always feel like I've heard the name "Nanaya" somewhere, but Sakura can't remember it.

The maid looked softly at the ancient knife in Sakura's hand, and smeared light pink essential oil on her hand, caring for Sakura.

Sakura assumed a posture of holding the dagger, and pressed her thumb on the metal card attached to the handle of the knife.

"This knife...is not held like this." The maid's soft voice rang in her ears, and her soft breath brushed over Sakura's earlobe, making her eyes widen.

Sakura was so nervous that it was difficult to breathe, as if a deer was bumping in her heart.

The maid hugged Sakura from behind, holding her hand with her right hand.

Sakura could feel the touch coming from behind through the bath towel.

Maybe not as exaggerated as my sister, who can't cover it with her hands, but she has a completely different experience.

The maid corrected Sakura's grip.

"The Qiye family's knife is held like this."

Sakura silently remembered "Seven Nights" in her heart.

The girl's hands are small.To the maid, it might be a switchblade just in hand, but to Sakura, it looks a little too big.

The knuckles of Sakura's index finger pressed against the cold metal card.

She held her breath, her eyes full of panic.

The maid's chin rested on her shoulder, and some damp hair gently brushed against the sensitive skin around her neck.

Itchy, with a fragrance of shampoo.

Sakura could feel the moistness of water droplets dripping from the hair of the maid, and the water droplets slid down the curve of her shoulders.

She was a little helpless.

The maid held Sakura's hand and motioned for her to exert force.

rub--

The double-edged blade popped out, and the posture of holding it upside down revealed a cold light like the fangs of a poisonous snake.

Sakura looked at the switchblade in her hand.

Judging from the knowledge taught to her by Sister Shi, it is indeed a precious sword, and it is well cared for.

She looked at the blood groove on the body of the knife, and the bottom of the blood groove was stained black that couldn't be washed off.

Sakura couldn't help shivering, this knife has really seen blood.

"This knife...is very important to Sister Shiyu." Sakura whispered, pressing the spring mechanism to withdraw the blade.

It has been hung around the neck by sister Shi Yu all the time, and she didn't take it off in the shower, so it must be something very cherished.

The maid let go of Sakura's hand, but still kept the posture of sticking to Sakura's back.

"Yes." She promised, taking the switchblade from Sakura.

"That's something as important as my life."

It was still a bit laborious for Sakura, but the maid hooked the pin easily, and the black handle twirled deftly between her fingers.

Then, under Sakura's astonished gaze, the maid hooked up the thin chain and tied the switchblade around her neck.

"Sister Shiyu!" Sakura panicked.

Didn't Sister Shiyu say... this is as important as her life?How can it be tied here.

"Miss, do you still remember the things I taught you?" The maid brushed away Sakura's hair, lowered her head and fastened the lock.

"I remember." Sakura replied softly.

The warm exhalation constantly pouring from behind to the skin around her neck made Sakura's cheeks blush, and her consciousness seemed a little chaotic.

"Then take it." The maid was smoothing the ends of Sakura's hair, and then the corners of her mouth turned up. "You never know when it will come in handy."

There are already dead disciples appearing beside the little lady, so it is always necessary to prepare something for self-defense.

"But..." Sakura hesitated, putting her hand on the knife.

"This knife is as important as life to me." The maid gently combed Sakura's hair.