I created a foundation

For example, at this moment, her mind was full of those setting drawings that needed to be improved. Without thinking much, she raised her hand and grasped the cold metal door handle.

Apply slight pressure with your fingertips.

There was a crisp "click" sound.

The door opened easily.

"Lin Qing. About that..."

Eriri spoke in a businesslike tone as she stepped into the room.

Her voice stopped abruptly the moment she stepped into the room.

It was as if an invisible hand was strangling my throat893.

She was frozen at the door as if under a spell, and her golden twintails stopped swinging by inertia.

The light in the bedroom was a little dim.

The heavy curtains were opened only a narrow gap, barely letting in a few strands of broken morning light, which cut out alternating light and dark bands in the air, and dust particles floated slowly in the beams of light.

There was an indescribable special scent floating in the air, a mixture of sweetness and a certain laziness.

This strange smell, yet with a hint of familiarity, made Eriri's nostrils twitch slightly, her cheeks began to heat up uncontrollably, and her heart skipped a beat.

Her eyes, subconsciously, went straight to the large bed in the middle of the room.

Then, her beautiful blue pupils suddenly shrank, almost to the size of a needle tip.

Lin Qing leaned against the headboard, his upper body exposed. His wheat-colored skin glowed with a healthy, powerful glow in the morning light. His face, usually a bit careless, now had the lazy look of someone who had just woken up. His black hair was a little messy and draped across his forehead, and his eyes were a little hazy.

This in itself is nothing.

What really made Ying Lili's mind go blank and made her blood seem to freeze at this moment were Lin Qing's left and right sides.

To his left, nestled was Yotsuya Miko.

The always timid, soft-spoken, seemingly harmless black-haired girl now had her hair disheveled and plastered to her slightly sweaty cheeks. Her eyes, usually filled with a hint of anxiety and fear, were closed, their long eyelashes fluttering slightly like butterfly wings. The tip of her small nose was a lovely pink, and her lips were slightly parted, as if she were still mumbling something in her sleep. The thin blanket covering her had mostly fallen away, revealing her round, white shoulders, a patch of skin as delicate as snow, and the graceful yet fragile lines of her collarbone.

To his right is Kasumigaoka Utaha.

The scheming senior, always tinged with subtle sarcasm, her words sharp as a knife, and the aura of a "top student" and "literary girl," now lost all her usual sharpness and pretense. She curled up like a lazy, sated cat, one slender, white arm resting affectionately and possessively around Lin Qing's waist, her fingertips unconsciously brushing against his firm abdominal muscles. Her beautiful long black hair cascaded across the soft pillow, a few strands playfully falling across Lin Qing's chest, rising and falling with his breathing.

The sheets were dishevelled and crumpled, as if they had been through a violent storm.

On the floor, there were several pieces of underwear that were obviously women's. The lace and silk materials were faintly visible in the dim light. Next to them was the shirt that Lin Qing wore last night, which was casually thrown aside.

Everything was silently telling of some self-evident fact that made Eriri feel dizzy.

Lin Qing seemed to have noticed the movement at the door. He turned his head slightly and saw Ying Lili standing there stiffly. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but then he regained his composure, as if this was not something worth making a fuss about.

He even wanted to say hello and ask her what brought her here so early.

But Kasumigaoka Utaha beside him was awakened by the noise at the door and Eriri's almost stopped breathing.

She opened her sleepy eyes drowsily, her long eyelashes trembled a few times, and then she let out a nasal hum and yawned small and elegantly.

She followed Lin Qing's gaze and looked lazily towards the door.

When she saw that the person coming was Eriri, Kasumigaoka Utaha's pretty face, which already had a bit of lazy charm, instantly bloomed with a meaningful smile with a hint of sarcasm and the calmness of a winner.

That smile, like a poisoned, sharp needle, pierced into the softest part of Eriri's heart.

"what……"

Shiyu's rosy lips opened slightly, her voice was hoarse and charming as if she had just woken up, and every syllable seemed to create ripples in the air.

"It's Eriri."

She spoke slowly, and every word was like poison wrapped in honey, sweet but deadly.

"Good morning."

These three simple words were like a nuclear bomb dropped into a calm lake.

No.

It was like the violent magma that had been accumulating inside a volcano for centuries, and at this moment, it finally found an outlet to vent and erupted with a loud bang.

boom--!

Eriri felt her blood rushing to her head in an instant, making her vision blurry and red for a moment.

Her cheeks flushed red at a speed visible to the naked eye, like cooked shrimp, spreading from her ears to below her delicate collarbone.

His body was trembling slightly from extreme shock, anger, and shame, and the knuckles of his fists clenched at his sides were white from the force.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, wanting to question the scene before her, wanting to curse the shameless "bitches" - no, there were three of them now, they were "bitches" - wanting to denounce them all.

But in the end, all the words were stuck in his throat, turning into a short, sharp, cry-like gasp.

She saw Lin Qing's eyes were still calm, even with a hint of inquiry, as if asking her "Is there anything I can do for you?"

She saw Yotsuya Miko's slightly furrowed brows because she was woken up, and her subtle movements of unconsciously and more dependently rubbing against Lin Qing's arms, with a soft humming sound like a dream from her mouth.

She also saw Kasumigaoka Utaha's undisguised, ostentatious and provocative gaze, which swept over her as if it were a physical object, as if examining an insignificant loser.

That is the look of a winner.

That is a gaze that declares sovereignty.

Loser.

This word, which she had seen countless times in comics, was now engraved in her mind like a red-hot brand, making her feel so painful that she could hardly breathe.

shame.

anger.

Wronged.

There was also a trace of intense jealousy that she tried her best to deny, but which stubbornly lingered in her heart.

All kinds of complex and intense emotions were like a flood that broke through her rational defenses in an instant and completely drowned her.

"what--!"

A sharp cry comparable to the sound of a dolphin suddenly burst out from Eriri's throat, shrill and desperate, piercing the ambiguous and peaceful atmosphere in the bedroom, and even making the window glass make a slight buzzing sound.

The voice was filled with unbelievable shock and intense shame and indignation at being betrayed.

"sorry!"

She shouted this sentence almost subconsciously, with all her strength, as if she was the one who did something wrong, as if she had disturbed someone else's good thing.

"I didn't see anything!"

Before she finished her words, the blonde girl turned around abruptly, her movements seeming a little staggering due to excessive panic.

The heels of the high heels made a hurried and rapid sound on the floor, as dense as a sudden rain.

"boom!"

She slammed the bedroom door with all her strength, making a deafening noise. The door frame seemed to tremble violently, and the paintings on the wall were tilted a little.

Then came the disorganized sound of footsteps with a crying tone, which quickly moved away from the door and disappeared hurriedly at the end of the corridor, gradually becoming inaudible.

Only astonishment and dead silence remained in the room.

There was also the door that was shaking slightly due to the huge force, making a lingering "creaking" sound.

And in the air, there seemed to still be the scent of the blonde girl's completely ignited anger, shame, and despair.

Lying on the bed, Utaha Kasumigaoka looked at the closed door, and the smile on her lips deepened.

Lin Qing rubbed his eyebrows.

Chapter 101: Mother’s Love Assistance! The Blonde Girl’s Troubles

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky orange, but to Kashiwagi Eriri, the whole world seemed gray.

Her mind was in a mess, like a paint palette stirred with a stick. Various emotions intertwined together, eventually settling into a gray hue called "defeat."

Lin Qing's hateful face with a mocking smile.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's calm demeanor reveals the composure of a winner.

There is also Yotsuya Miko, the girl who seems weak but always captures his attention at critical moments.

Scenes flashed before her eyes, like knives, precisely stabbing her proud yet fragile heart.

"Why... did it turn out like this..."

She murmured to herself, her voice as quiet as a mosquito.

Obviously, it should be her...

Finally, Eriri got up from the sofa, walked up the stairs with unsteady steps, threw herself heavily onto the big bed in the bedroom, and pulled the quilt to cover her head.

She tossed and turned in bed like a pancake until it was completely dark and only the dim light of the street lamp outside the window shone through the gap in the curtains.

It was dinner time, and Eriri didn't come downstairs for the first time in her life.

Sayuri Sawamura, a mother known for her free and unrestrained nature, keenly noticed something was wrong with her daughter.

She did not knock on her daughter's door immediately, but prepared dinner as usual and enjoyed it slowly.

But in those beautiful eyes, a hint of understanding flashed across her smile from time to time.

Late at night.

Sayuri held a cup of warm milk and gently opened her daughter's door.

There was no light in the room, only the dim light from the computer screen illuminated a corner.

Ying Lili curled up in bed, wrapped in the quilt like a cocoon, with only a small tuft of golden hair showing.

"Eiriri?"

Sayuri's voice was soft, with a mother's tenderness.

The figure under the quilt moved, but did not respond.

Sayuri didn't mind. She walked to the bed, put the milk on the bedside table, and then sat on the edge of the bed.