I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Seeing this scene, Yukiko fell into deep thought.

But at the same time, the memories that were almost lost last night began to recover quickly.

It was probably like this... this, this, that... from the bed to the bathroom, then from the bathroom to the sofa, then from the sofa to the entrance, then to the bathroom again, and finally back to the bed...

When Yukiko recalled the whole process, she couldn't help but feel complicated.

How should I put it? Although there was indeed a factor of Serabelle's lack of martial ethics that led to such a result, in essence, she was the one who was asking for trouble by playing with fire, and she didn't expect to get into trouble.

Emmm, of course it feels really good.

I was so happy that I almost blacked out. How could I not be happy?

Forget it, since it's already been done...

No longer bothering herself with those complicated issues, Yukiko lowered her head, leaned forward and gently kissed Serabel on the lips. Her tone was extremely gentle, like the whispers between lovers.

"Good morning, then...sleep a little longer~"

As she said this she put her legs up again under the quilt.

Chapter 109: Women's IQ is always high when they catch an adulterer

Now that it’s done, instead of struggling over and over again, it’s better to just accept it.

That's what Yukiko did.

The two of them slept in each other's arms until the afternoon.

"Good morning, Sister Yukiko..."

"What a good morning! It's already noon... No, it's already afternoon!"

On the big bed in the hotel room, Yukiko woke up almost at the same time as the man in her arms. She stretched her body and folded her arms, then her whole body stretched out like an octopus and tightened its arms fiercely.

She held Serabelle in her arms and rolled back and forth on the bed several times.

Until a hand reached out from her arms and gently patted the older girl's waist, making an indistinct sound.

"Mmmmmm (Translation: I can't breathe)..."

"Oh, sorry, sorry."

Realizing that her behavior was indeed a bit too much, Yukiko loosened her arms, allowing Serabel to pull her head out of the abyss of depression.

The scabbard of Wuxiang Yidao is beautiful, but being able to breathe freely is also important.

So the quilt was lifted, and Serabel sat up from the bed. The afternoon sun shone through the curtains outside the window into the room, shining sideways on his body, making the texture of his muscles particularly clear.

He is strong but not too big, slender but not too thin, like a sculpture that perfectly conforms to the aesthetic taste of Oriental people.

Hey~

Yukiko was still lying on the bed, looking at the boy in front of her, whose hair even had a corner sticking up, and she couldn't help but stare at him in a daze for a moment.

When she was still an actress, there were many men with good looks and good figures like this in the entertainment industry. In fact, quite a few of them not only had perfect looks, but were also excellent in all aspects such as interpersonal relationships, etiquette and emotional intelligence. They were undoubtedly hexagonal warriors.

But in the final analysis, those are all fake. They were discovered and packaged by the agency and then processed. They are like special effects.

Even if Yukiko herself had not focused on acting and her acting skills and appearance were not impeccable, she would have had to go through rigorous idol training if she wanted to become famous, forcing herself to put on a distinctive "personality" that went against her nature just to be liked by the public.

For example, even Tsuchiya Rio, who specializes in voice acting, has to abandon her habit of smiling when she stands on the stage and put on the cold face that she has practiced for two and a half years.

Once you take away the outer layer of personality, you will find that the so-called idols are no different from ordinary people.

They have all the same minor flaws and may suffer from social phobia, but they just have a shiny and beautiful appearance that has been polished with great effort.

Even a considerable portion of them have to use special effects to achieve their good-looking appearance.

People like Serabelle, who just got up, doesn't wear makeup or clothes, and can act real and beat those popular young hunks, are not rare, but simply impossible to find.

Yukiko curled her lips: "If you become an actor and film a movie, even if you are not the protagonist, the director will probably give you an important supporting role, otherwise it would be such a waste..."

As she spoke, Serabelle had just gotten out of bed and was looking for clothes on the floor.

The clothes on both of them had been tossed off and flown away in the one-sided battle last night, and were scattered all over the floor of the room.

Hearing the murmurs behind her, Serabelle, who had just put on her shorts, turned her head in confusion.

"I'm not filming a movie, and Sister Yukiko, why don't you get up? I'm a little hungry, and I plan to go out for something to eat later."

"Then come over and help your sister get dressed."

Yukiko lazily stretched out her arms from under the quilt, as if asking for a hug.

...Do you still need help with this?

Serabelle, who had never had this kind of experience with anyone other than Akai Mari until last night, tilted her head in confusion.

But since others have said so, he has no choice but to follow their advice.

Yukiko was very unsportsmanlike. When Serabelle picked up her clothes and came to her side of the bed, she suddenly sat up, put her arms around the latter's neck and pulled her down, dragging Serabelle, who had just got up, back to the bed to fight.

And gnashing of teeth at the same time.

"You're really capable, aren't you? You bullied me like that last night, making me so miserable that I woke up with sore all over. Are you feeling very proud? Hmm? Are you still arrogant?"

"You're so exhausted even though your whole body is sore?"

Serabelle's mouth sank and floated in the waves, and she could only speak intermittently.

"This is backup energy!" Yukiko argued.

Are you some kind of robot? You have a backup energy source...

Serabelle thought.

But it was true that she felt sore all over. After tossing and turning for less than a minute, Yukiko calmed down. She then let Serabel help her put on her clothes and slowly got up from the bed.

Of course, there will definitely be various humming sounds in between.

Ten minutes later, Yukiko, neatly dressed, stood beside the bed, raised her fists and cheered.

"Yoshi, Yukiko is back to full health!"

Today she specially wore a baseball cap, tied her long brown curly hair into a high ponytail and passed it through the hole at the back of the cap, and added a pair of burgundy sunglasses.

At first glance, she looks like a female college student who just graduated from college.

After shouting, Yukiko hooked her finger at Serabel who was looking down at her phone two meters away.

"Why are you standing so far away? Come closer."

"coming……"

Serabelle looked down at her phone as she walked over, and as soon as she got to her side, her arm was hugged.

A soft touch came clearly from the outside of his upper arm. Yukiko rested her chin on his shoulder and looked curiously at the screen of the mobile phone in his hand.

"What are you looking at? Um, plane tickets?"

Serabelle nodded and responded, "Well, I'm looking to see if there are any tickets back to Japan this evening or tonight, but it seems that there aren't any."

He promised Akai Mari that he would go back early.

"It's almost two in the afternoon now. You can't see it now."

Yukiko pouted again.

"Even if we book it right now, it's for tomorrow morning. Besides, why are you in such a hurry to go back to Japan? Could it be that—"

Her voice stopped abruptly, and she stared at Serabelle with a suspicious look.

However, after a few seconds, Yukiko suddenly realized something and slapped her head and said, "Oh, that's right."

"By the way, Sera-kun's sister is also studying in Japan, right?"

"……That's it."

Serabelle continued speaking.

"Well, that's true. After all, it's not safe to let an underage girl live alone in another country."

Yukiko thought about it seriously, then snapped her fingers.

"Then let's book a flight for tomorrow morning. Hmm... never mind. Let's book a flight for noon or afternoon... let's book an afternoon flight. It would be best if it's tomorrow night..."

The morning was pushed to noon, the noon was pushed to the afternoon, the afternoon was pushed to the evening, and finally she made the final decision.

"Okay, let's compromise and do it in the evening."

Chapter 110 Did you do it?

In short, due to some force majeure reasons, Serabel finally bought a plane ticket for the next evening at Yukiko's repeated request.

As for why not in the afternoon...thinking about the time they woke up today, plus two hours to pack, wash, eat, and rush to the airport, even if it was an evening flight, they could only just make it.

Fortunately, there is a thirteen-hour time difference between Japan and the United States, which means that if Serabel and Yukiko board a flight back to Japan at the New York airport in the evening, it will still be evening when they get off the plane.

It was only the evening of the third day.

As the sun sets, the gorgeous sunset glow covers half of the sky above Tokyo.

At 21-1, Beika-cho 2-chome, the dusty door of the villa that had been idle for three days finally opened with the sound of a key being inserted into the keyhole.

A pair of slender legs stepped into the entrance first, followed by the complaint of an older girl without any ladylike manners, like a salted fish without dreams.

"Wow~ I'm finally back. I'm so tired. I must take a good bath tonight. I almost died of exhaustion after the trip to New York. My whole body aches~"

You're sore all over, it's best if you run around New York...

Serabelle thought as she followed him in.

"Hey~"

Yukiko pushed the heavy suitcase aside against the wall, complained but got no response, turned around and glanced at Serabel, pretending to mention it casually.

"Speaking of which, aren't you in a hurry to go back and be with your sister?

"Yes, I'm about to go back now." Serabelle nodded honestly.

After saying that, he turned around and was about to walk out the door, but Yukiko stopped him in time and changed her mind.

"Wait, wait, wait, if you go back now, will there be dinner?"

"Yes, I have."

Still nodded.

In fact, Serabel had already sent a message to Akai Mari when he was on the plane, and Akai Mari also replied to him, so if he returned to the hotel now, he would definitely have a hot meal.

Yukiko couldn't help but scratch her head a little.

You are a stubborn guy, aren't you?

But she was not lovesick. Although she did develop some special feelings for this boy who was a year and a half younger than her after her trip to New York, she was not willing to devote her whole heart to him.

What's more, since Serabelle said so herself, there was no way she could force her to stay.

"I know, I know. Then go back..."

Yukiko said this, but she walked quickly towards Serabelle who was standing at the door.

When she came to him, she stretched out her arms and gave him a firm hug without any shyness, while she stood on tiptoe and raised her face slightly to move closer.

Serabelle also knew what she was going to do, so she stood there and let the latter do it.

Then came the sound of lips and teeth stirring hand sanitizer.

"Um... um..."

It was not until the second hand on the clock had gone through a quarter of a circle that Yukiko reluctantly let go of her hand and took two steps back.

"Remember to be safe on the road and come play with your sister when you have time."

"Well, see you later."

The boy left and the door closed.

Yukiko returned to the living room and looked around the empty living room with a bit of melancholy. Then she looked down at her right hand and let out a faint sigh.

"It's easy to go from frugality to luxury..."