Isn't it very scientific to use the Death Note to kill people?

She was a little nervous...

It was fine outside, but now she's alone in a room with Yoshiki-san.

The familiar places reminded her of the time when Lin Jiashu suddenly kissed her in the next room—it was from that moment that she felt everything had changed.

Supporting her waist and with her hands folded on her lap, she kept a straight face, as if deliberately trying not to think about what happened back then. When the sound of water under her stopped, she took a tissue from the side, wiped herself clean, and then got up and flushed.

After leaving the restroom, I saw Lin Jiashu on the sofa.

"I'm trying to think of somewhere to take you, Xiaolan, but I can't seem to think of anything."

"Then we don't need to go to any special places."

"Really...? Sorry, my brain seems to be a little sluggish right now."

"..."

Hearing such words makes me unconsciously happy.

The girl sat down next to him, her hand resting on the hem of her skirt.

When she noticed Lin Jiashu's face approaching, she held her breath and shyly stepped forward to meet him.

Lin Jiashu kissed her lips.

Sweet and delicious...

It smells like cream cake.

Meeting Lin Jiashu's smiling eyes, Xiaolan suddenly remembered something that bothered her: "Brother Jiashu..."

"Ok?"

Has your firm hired a new assistant?

"Ah, did Aunt Eri tell you? Yes, she did hire a young female assistant named Koshimizu Nanatsuki."

"..."

Seeing that she seemed to care, Lin Jiashu told her some things related to the other person.

Finally, he added:

"Don't worry, I'm not very interested in girls with short hair... I'm more used to girls with a strong feminine vibe."

"Strongly feminine..."

Seeing that his gaze was still fixed on her chest as he said this with a smile, Xiao Lan immediately squinted and said, "Princess Mira's breasts are bigger than mine."

This matter seems to be lingering.

But the next second, Xiaolan was startled by his action.

Lin Jiashu's hand went directly inside her clothes.

"No, I will prove it to Xiaolan properly."

"Uh! Yoshiki-san—?"

Chapter 424: Although I'm a little embarrassed, I really did receive a cure.

"This is so strange, Yoshiki-nii—"

living room with warm furnishings

It was at dusk, when the sky was ablaze with red, that the orange sunlight slanted into the window, and the fabric sofa in the room made a soft, squeaking sound as it was pressed down.

Xiaolan felt confused.

At this moment, the man's handsome face was nestled in her arms.

He paid no attention to Xiaolan's flushed face, as if he were completely immersed in the moment, behaving like a baby.

The girl's wrists were grabbed and spread apart. With her hands held down and her body wide open, all she could do seemed to do was let his actions make her heart race wildly.

She hummed.

Several times I hesitated, unsure where to look, but finally I couldn't resist fixing my gaze on his face.

no……

Isn't this a bit too serious?

Her watery eyes were still filled with confusion, but when she looked at Lin Jiashu, she strangely couldn't help but chuckle.

Yoshiki-san always has a gentle and mature look on his face, Yoshiki-san always seems reliable...

But now, nestled in his arms, she's become like a little baby, and incredibly focused—

A strange, inexplicable feeling of tenderness welled up inside her, causing her to slow her breathing for a moment. She didn't even notice when her hands were suddenly relaxed.

When she came to her senses, her hands had already unconsciously and shyly gathered in front of her chest—this action looked as if she had taken the initiative to hug Lin Jiashu's head.

"what."

Lin Jiashu raised his head.

At that moment, when he saw Xiaolan's misty yet stubborn eyes, he seemed to realize what he had done, and his handsome face showed a rare look of embarrassment.

"...Did I scare you?"

His voice was incredibly soft.

Xiaolan nodded frankly in response:

"I was really startled."

"……Feel sorry."

"Brother Jiashu, you don't need to apologize to me for everything."

"I did get a little too carried away."

Upon hearing this answer, Lin Jiashu chuckled softly, "Luckily, Xiaolan probably doesn't dislike me."

"Of course not..."

Xiaolan gently shook her head.

I was definitely startled, but it wasn't too bad.

After all, Yoshiki-san was different from those mild-mannered and innocent high school students his age. He was six years older than him and was a real adult.

But this really gave her a huge fright...

Witnessing the crystalline expanse, the girl felt as if her face had been scalded.

At that moment, Lin Jiashu gently embraced her.

"Thank you."

"Huh?"

"...Although I'm a little embarrassed, I really did feel healed."

Is that so?

Yoshiki's eyes do seem to have changed a bit.

Very relaxed, and looks quite happy.

What?

Does this make you feel healed?

She suddenly felt extremely embarrassed, her face burning with shame.

However, she could actually understand the pressure that Yoshiki was under.

After all, he always puts others first, no matter what he does.

Even if you deliberately hide everything and bear it all by yourself without telling anyone, that must be very tiring, right?

If I could actually be of any help...

As she sat up, her hands remained pressed tightly against her chest. The folds of her rolled-up shirt gradually smoothed out, and the hem slipped down to cover her fair and slender waist... Xiao Lan, who had been silent, blushed and then smiled as she leaned in and kissed Lin Jiashu on the cheek.

"Wait for me a second."

Because of Jia Shu, she had to wipe the area she had just wiped with a tissue again.

Lin Jiashu waited for her to come out of the restroom.

"Would you like to eat conveyor belt sushi today?"

"Not very much."

"How about we find a restaurant with a better dating atmosphere, suitable for two people?"

"it is good."

Xiaolan nodded.

The two then left Eri Kisaki's house together, and of course, they didn't forget to take the dress with them.

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As time went on

Location change

Judy Starling stayed in her rented apartment, expressionless, and put on her headphones to listen to what was happening on the other end.

There was a picture of a man on the wall in front of her.

Kazuaki Futaki, Editor-in-Chief of Tokyo Financial Newspaper

This guy's name was on the spy list revealed by Yoshiki Hayashi, so Judy kept an eye on him—even if it had nothing to do with James Black's innocence, the FBI would certainly pay attention to a small fry who was finally found to be connected to that organization.

Judy, an editor at a financial newspaper, wasn't entirely sure what use the Black Organization was, but she knew that the organization's spies covered a wide range of areas.

Is that list reliable?

Judy patiently waited.

She had been installing listening devices in Er Mu and Hui's study for more than half a month, but she had not been able to obtain any useful information in that time—perhaps the other party would use the computer to communicate, in which case the listening devices would indeed be useless.

In short, let's keep an eye on things and see.

Starting at 19:37 PM, Judy heard the other person enter the study through the bug.

However, there was no sound of conversation, only the faint sounds of movement and turning pages of a book.

Judy didn't take it to heart, because this had been happening for more than half a month.

At 20:19 PM, Judy suddenly heard a phone ring on the other end of the bugging device, and then the person on the other end hurriedly picked up the phone.

then,

"Yes, I understand."

The respectful tone of Futaki and Teru came from the other end of the phone, causing Judy to immediately straighten her expression.

"Don't worry, everything is ready."

"Of course I understand, Mr. Rum."

Rum!?

This is the name of a wine!

The woman's pupils contracted, and she held her breath, listening intently.

"I promise I'll handle it."

""Thanks……""

The conversation ended there, and then the other party hung up the phone.

Judy couldn't help but stand up.

Although the eavesdropping was vague and it was unclear what instructions the other party had received or what they were supposed to do, the name "Rum" alone was enough to confirm that the list was real.