In the time loop, I do whatever I want

"Row."

Watching Fushimi Makoto get up and leave, Yukino secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

What a shame!

I would unexpectedly...

And he didn’t even notice it from beginning to end!

Yukino bit her lip, shame beating wildly inside her body.

She thought about it and felt that Fushimi Makoto must have seriously studied massage techniques, otherwise she would not have been unaware of it.

Of course, she really couldn't resist the feeling of enjoying herself with all her heart and soul.

But right now, I have to change into pants and skirt quickly!

Yukino quickly stood up and found that there was indeed a watermark on the sofa.

Blushing, she wiped it clean with a tissue and pretended to be calm as she walked into her bedroom. Seeing Fushimi Makoto sitting there looking at his phone, she decisively distracted him with a conversation: "If you want to use the computer, you can use it directly."

Fushimi Makoto brought up a seemingly unrelated topic: "There's a Chinese idiom called 'superfluous action', and another idiom called 'covering one's ears and stealing a bell'. Can you understand, Yukino?"

Xue No: “…”

She picked up her clothes from the closet and left without saying a word.

When she came out of the quick shower, Yang No had also arrived.

She first carefully hid Fushimi Makoto's shoes, and then went to open the door.

"This is for you... I think this handbag is so beautiful that I bought an extra one. By the way, have you finished your filming?"

"Well, all that's left is the final production."

"Eh? That's a shame. I wanted to see you as a director in person."

Yang Nai smiled brightly as usual.

Xue Noi realized something: "You have been... busy these days?"

Yang Nai was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect her sister to suddenly care about her: "Yeah, I'm very busy, so busy that my waist is almost broken."

Then she turned around and lay down where Yukino had just been, smiling and saying, "Since I brought you a handbag and snacks so late at night, please help me press it twice."

Yukino's expression froze. "You mean a massage?"

"Otherwise? What do you think it is?"

These words sound so familiar.

Yukino silently picked up the water cup.

She didn't go over to give Yang No a massage because she knew that if she was really tired, she would definitely hide it from her.

Sure enough, Yang Nai saw that she couldn't come over, so she immediately sat back down, holding up her face and sighing, "You were cuter when you were little. Now you don't even listen to me."

Just as Yukino was about to speak, she heard Haruno say with a smile, "If the person who made the request just now was Fushimi, you would definitely help with the massage."

"Let's change the subject." Yukino's mood became increasingly tense, and she didn't want to continue talking about massage.

Especially the seat where my sister sits...

The two sisters chatted in the living room for a while, and then Yang Nai went to take a shower.

Seeing her sister enter the bathroom, Yukino finally felt relieved.

She looked back at a certain spot on the sofa, her eyes changed for a while, as if after a mental struggle, she finally made a decision.

So when Makoto Fushimi, who was watching videos in the house, heard the noise behind him, he turned around and was stunned.

Yukino, wearing a thin suspender nightgown, was standing at the door. There was something strange in her eyes, an expression that she would never normally have. It seemed like she was expecting, or ashamed. Her long eyelashes were trembling slightly, as if her body was trembling slightly, and her rosy and attractive lips were tightly pursed together.

This picture is translated as.

Yukino: I want to renew my subscription.

Chapter 270 Someone Set a Trap in My House (Update 1)

"Yes, mother. I'll stay at Yukino's place tonight. I'll go back tomorrow afternoon... Travel? I don't really want to join. Besides, I have things to do."

In the guest room, Yang Nai leaned absentmindedly on the chair, her pair of white and tender legs swinging back and forth, but she was not stepping on slippers.

The call was naturally from Mrs. Yukinoshita.

She refused her mother's travel plan because she already knew the members who would be taking part in the trip.

The Sawamura family, the Nakano family, the Yukinoshita family.

Yang Nai immediately understood that the so-called travel plan was actually just a platform set up by adults for business transactions.

It was no different from any party she had attended before.

She had originally wanted to visit the crew during the holiday to see with her own eyes how her sister was filming, but because she had too many things to do, she didn't find the time in the end.

Although there will be opportunities in the future, she can't see her sister becoming a director right away, which makes her feel regretful.

When she heard her mother mention the travel plan on the phone, she made the decision without hesitation.

Instead of bringing your stress to travel, it is better to rest at home for a few days alone.

"You're not going to participate? I understand." Mrs. Yukinoshita's voice was gentle on the other end of the phone.

For some reason, she didn't mention that Makoto Fushimi was among the members of this trip.

"Well, I'm planning on giving myself three days off...eh?"

Before Yang Nai could feel happy about canceling her travel plans, a surge of intense emotions suddenly surged in her heart.

It's restlessness.

The very strong kind.

The defenseless Yang Nai let out a low cry on the spot, her body went limp, and she almost threw her cell phone out.

"Hyangno?" Mrs. Yukinoshita's puzzled voice came.

"...I'm fine."

"Really?"

"Well, it's just a small thing. I almost twisted my ankle just now. Luckily I stood up in time." Yang No's answer was very reluctant.

She was caught off guard by the sudden heat and squatted down with her body limp. She wanted to adjust her mood as quickly as possible to avoid being noticed by her mother.

But instead of subsiding, the emotion kept coming, making it impossible for her to stop it.

In the end, she was originally squatting, but now she put her legs together and moved her body weight forward, kneeling on the ground.

Mrs. Yukinoshita naturally noticed that her daughter was acting strangely, but she also understood Haruno. Since she was unwilling to speak now, her daughter might not tell the truth even if she continued to ask.

"Sorry, mother, I'm a little busy here, let's talk tomorrow..."

As the call ended, Yang Nai let out a breath, and when she looked up again, her beautiful face without makeup was flushed red.

There was shame and confusion in her eyes.

Anyway, she couldn't understand why she suddenly felt this way.

Yang Noi turned and looked outside the guest room.

What should I do?

Go take a cold shower to calm yourself down?

No, this feeling is too strong, I'm afraid I can't bear it.

Go chat with Yukino to distract yourself?

What's worse, in my current state, not to mention chatting, even thinking normally is becoming increasingly difficult.

Yangno's breathing became more and more rapid. Relying on her remaining sanity, she decided to go and see if Yukino was asleep.

If my sister is already asleep, then I don't have to worry about the sound insulation of the room, and I don't have to think about how to control the sound...

In just a few seconds, Yang Nai realized that he only had one option left: start attacking!

With a blush on her face, she leaned against the wall and walked step by step to the door of her sister's room.

The lights in the living room had long been turned off, and she stood in the darkness, holding up her cell phone as a light source to illuminate her beautiful eyes that were gradually becoming blurred.

If Yukino saw this scene, she would probably think her sister was drunk.

dong dong.

Yang Nai knocked on the door twice tentatively.

Neither light nor heavy.

Then she asked tremblingly, "Yukino, are you asleep?"

She didn't know that the moment she said this, the two figures in the room suddenly stopped.

Yukino turned her head to look at the door, her eyes filled with mist.

Under normal circumstances, she would never respond.

But now her brain has also become dull.

So, under Fushimi Makoto's astonished gaze, she hurriedly said to the outside: "Sorry, I'm a little busy here. Let's talk tomorrow."

Yang No outside the house: "???"

Where have I heard this before?

Yukino in the room looked at Fushimi Makoto again. This beautiful girl whose mind had been emptied of all consciousness, opened her lips shyly and mouthed - continue.

Seeing Yukino completely obsessed, Fushimi Makoto fell into a brief period of thought.

What is the current situation of Miss Yang Nai outside?

Forget it, let’s get down to business.

Fushimi Makoto was furious.

outside the house.

Yang Nai overestimated his own will.

Or perhaps she underestimated the impact of the heat.

After getting her sister's answer, she couldn't stand up again.

In the darkness, she leaned against the wall with a burning gaze, slowly falling like a dead leaf in winter.

……

early morning.

Yukino curled up lazily in Fushimi Makoto's arms like a soft cat.

She squinted her eyes and remained quiet for a long time, her eyelashes trembling with pleasure.

After a moment, she got up from Fushimi Makoto's arms and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

After getting dressed, she got out of bed.

Although the living room was dark, this was her home and she knew the placement of the furniture by heart. She could easily reach the bathroom without any light...

It should be like this.

However, when she opened the door and took only three steps, she suddenly felt her feet slip. She was so scared that she quickly held onto the door panel.

"What's wrong?" Fushimi Makoto almost took off when he heard the noise and was beside her in the blink of an eye.

"I'm fine, I just slipped... Put your clothes on first."

"Just a slip?"

"Ah."

Watching Fushimi Makoto go back to put on his clothes, Yukino's mouth corners slightly raised.

The anxiety and concern shown by the other party in an instant cannot be faked.

But soon, Yukino's joy turned into doubt.