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Seeing this girl who looked 50% similar to the face of Miss Umi beside him, Sasaki smiled and greeted her:

"Good evening, Sister Chou Qian."

"Ah~ You're here so soon. I haven't prepared dinner yet. Come on, come in."

I didn't see him holding hands with his sister.

Akane smiled and took Sasaki's other arm, pulling him into the house:

"Please wait a little longer. The meal I made for you will be ready soon."

With his arms clamped by the girl's bright white apron, feeling the itchy fullness of her breasts, Sasaki awkwardly turned his head to look at Aimi.

Because she was her savior, Yamei understood her sister's excitement.

Plus, she knew her innocent sister had no other thoughts.

So she just took a look and then tiptoed to Sasaki's ear:

"You got the upper hand, aren't you happy?"

Don't give Sasaki a chance to answer.

Yamei released her clasped hands from his and came to his other side, squeezing her sister aside between the soft elastic and his arm.

He staggered a few steps to the side.

Yaqian puffed up her cheeks in dissatisfaction and glared at her sister who had taken her place:

"Sister~~~What are you doing?"

Leaning her head on Sasaki's shoulder, Yami glanced at her sister who was speaking in a resentful voice with a smile:

"Fuyumi is mine, go find your hemp man."

I thought she was saying that she brought Sasaki here... Yaqian bit her little white teeth unwillingly and pulled her sister's arm:

"What do you mean by yours? Fuyumi is my savior, he is not yours."

Ayumi has practiced wrestling...Ayuki, a truly weak woman, couldn't pull it at all.

There was no other way, Akane could only run to the other side...but Sasaki didn't let her hold his arm again.

Sasaki retracted her arm imperceptibly, grasped her wrist, and said to her with a smile:

"Sister Cousin, don't you smell something strange?"

"Strange smell?"

Frowning in confusion, Yaxie sniffed.

After sniffing twice, Yaqian's body trembled and she hurried to the kitchen:

"My soup, my soup..."

After Akane left, Akane walked sideways to Sasaki, stretched out her slender white arms, and put them around his neck:

"You did a great job~ I thought you would just quietly enjoy the happiness of having two wives, awesome~~"

I am sincerely satisfied with Sasaki's performance.

Yamei stood on tiptoe and pressed on his chest, pouting and showing her happiness.

Sasaki didn't know what was in Ame's mind...but he knew the importance of it.

Ya'aimei, Ya'aiqian...one is his lover, the other is his lover's sister. It goes without saying who is more important.

To take advantage of his sister-in-law and test his lover's emotions... Sasaki is not a Muggle.

Although Yami usually behaves bold and unrestrained, as if she has a thick nerve, she doesn't care if Sasaki touches her.

But that was taking advantage of her...it didn't mean Sasaki was taking advantage of her sister, and she was indifferent.

To put it another way, even if she doesn't care... there is also Yaqi's lover in the room. If he sees this, there might be a conflict.

Sasaki is a pure love warrior with horns on his head, not a minotaur.

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How could he destroy other people's feelings for no reason?

Despicable.

After enjoying Ayamei's happiness for a while, Sasaki raised his hand and pressed her shoulder:

"Sister Youmei...Aren't you afraid that they will laugh at you?"

After taking a breath, Yami leaned her head against Sasaki's arms and said indifferently:

"What are you afraid of? They usually go out in pairs. Now it's time for them to envy me."

She said this, but slowly withdrew the arm that was around Sasaki's neck.

She didn't care about her sister's gaze, but she still had to consider her little rascal.

We can't just... let him go and meet people straight away.

It's painful to watch.

Standing up, Yamei straightened his clothes, took his arm, and walked into the living room.

First, she let her little man sit on the sofa, then Yamei sat on the armrest of the sofa and asked her sister who was busy in the kitchen:

"Akane~Where's Sawamura? Ask him to come out and talk to Fuyumi."

Trying her best to save the soup she made, Ayuaki responded loudly:

"He, he found a job and will be working overtime tonight so he won't be back."

"That's it."

Muttering something, Ayame took the TV remote control, turned on the TV, and said to Sasaki:

"I'm sorry, I have to go help Qian cook. I promised to let you taste my cooking skills, so I have to let you watch TV alone."

The house they lived in was not big, so it didn't matter whether he accompanied her or not. Sasaki smiled and nodded:

"okay."

After hearing the conversation between her sister and Fuyumi, Akane quickly said:

"If Fuyumi feels bored, you can go to the desk in the bedroom and take a look at the illustrations I drew... If there is anything you are not satisfied with, just tell me, I will definitely change it until Fuyumi is satisfied."

The main reason that Yami had brought him here was to facilitate their discussion of the details of the illustration, and Sasaki did not refuse, but her words...

"Sister Ou Qian, please don't say that. I don't know much about illustrations. Professional matters should be left to professionals. Just listen to my advice. If it can be used, that's great. If not, forget it... You're making it sound like I'm bullying you... Sister Ou Mei will beat me up."

Sasaki's aggrieved little complaint made her laugh, and Akane waved her fist with a smile:

"It's okay. Sister Ou Xi will protect you and will never let you be bullied."

Without replying, Sasaki smiled, stood up, and walked towards their bedroom.

Chapter 237: The Secret of Sawamura Mato

I took the TV remote control that Sister Ou Mei stuffed into my hand and placed it on the coffee table.

Sasaki stood up and pushed open the half-open bedroom door next to the TV.

The sky outside the window was gloomy and it got dark earlier than usual. The remaining light was not enough to illuminate the room. Sasaki walked into the room and turned on the light.

Under the bright light, what appeared before my eyes was a room that gave people a clean feeling... well, the kind of cleanness that was easy to tidy up because there were not many furnitures.

There wasn't much clutter in the room.

There is a small bookshelf like a tree branch against the wall, and the spines of each book on it are arranged closely and neatly.

On the desk beside the bed, there was a pencil with red letters printed on it, next to it was a black digital tablet, and there were several stacked books that looked like sketchbooks.

The computer on top was turned on, and on the screen were illustrations of characters from Sasaki's novels, and it was obvious that the work was already very well done.

After taking a few glances, Sasaki walked to the desk and moved the mouse to look through the illustrations drawn by Sister Ou Qian.

The table is not big, and there are things like pens and notebooks on it.

When Sasaki slides the mouse, he tends to knock something off if he's not careful.

Reaching out to catch the pencil that had fallen while flipping through the sketchbook, Sasaki looked at the ground, searching for the eraser that had bounced somewhere.

I looked around but couldn't find it.

Sasaki looked down at the trash can next to the desk.

There were a few torn coffee bags in there, nothing else.

Make sure there are no erasers in the trash can.

Sasaki squatted down and looked under the desk and under the bed.

Lifting the bed sheet hanging along the edge of the bed, Sasaki found the black eraser under the bed.

If Sasaki's eyesight wasn't good enough...

Bending down and reaching out to get the eraser, Sasaki suddenly noticed that there seemed to be something stuffed under the bed.

Not sure what that C4-like thing was, Sasaki took it out out of curiosity.

Only after holding it under the light did Sasaki realize that it was a notebook wrapped in a black plastic bag.

"What is this? A diary?"

Holding the notebook in his hand, Sasaki looked puzzled.

But this has nothing to do with him, and Sasaki doesn't want to pry into other people's privacy.

After guessing that this might be a diary, Sasaki wanted to put it back into the plastic bag.

However, when I was stuffing it in, I found that there were two pieces of white paper inside.

No, it can’t be said to be a blank piece of paper. They are two medical diagnosis reports from the hospital.

Name: Sawamura Mahito.

Age: 24 years old.

Patient's impression of his condition: [Patient's own description]: No desire for happiness, no desire for happiness...

Diagnosis: Poci dysfunction.

Treatment options: …

January 6, xxx1 & Responsible Physician: Yudao...

The most recent medical report was dated in January, and that was the one Sasaki was looking at.

The other diagnosis is a bit old, dated January 1, xxx1.

Squatting on the edge of the bed, holding two diagnosis sheets in his hands, Sasaki's expression became strange.

Through these two diagnosis reports, it is not difficult to know the content of the diary.

It really was sent on the same day... Was it sent? It was sent, did he really send it? It was sent, did he send it? It was sent, did he send it? It was sent!

After shaking the plastic bag to make sure nothing was missing, Sasaki looked at the diary in his hand with confusion.

When he had already guessed the contents of the daily journal, and he flipped through it again, did that count as peeking?

Forget it, just peek. For Sister Chou Qian’s happiness, he needs to have accurate information.

After preparing himself mentally, Sasaki opened the door and asked the two girls who were still busy in the kitchen:

"Sister Mei and Sister Qian, how long are you going to do this?"

"Ah? Is Fuyumi hungry? Wait another ten minutes~ it will be ready soon."

"Good~"

Ten minutes was enough for him to roughly flip through the diary.

After closing the door, Sasaki sat on the chair in front of the desk and flipped through Sawamura's diary.

The date on the first page of the diary is xxx1...so he started writing this diary five years ago.

As far as Sasaki knows, Sawamura Mato has just graduated from college a year ago...which means that this diary records his college life.

After calculating the time, Sasaki turned his attention to the contents of the diary.

April 1, xxx4: College life has begun, I’m really looking forward to it.