My Yellow Hair App / Pure Love Warrior's Yellow Hair System

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So when she was dating Shirakawa Natsu.

She would deliberately wear the sheer stockings he likes, wear the innocent makeup he likes, and cook the dishes he likes; she is the ideal girlfriend in every way.

"Being with her will make me very happy."

Shirakawa Natsu looked towards the street corner, wondering if he should go there and stay with her forever.

His body moved forward uncontrollably.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in his mind: Miyuki, the woman who had been by his side from the very beginning. Yes, she was also a woman.

Shirakawa Natsumi shuddered and reached for her phone.

He didn't know what to choose, but at least he decided to make a phone call to Miyuki.

He reached into his pocket with his right hand and felt for a piece of paper next to his phone.

"What is this?" Shirakawa Natsu's heart pounded, a bad feeling rising within her. She abruptly pulled out the paper and opened it.

The font above is one that Nao is familiar with.

"Hehe~ Xia, have you made a choice? Please don't choose to go with me, because I will regret it so, so, so much."

"I am now saying goodbye to you formally, which is a little sad. But it's not just sad. Meeting you and walking on the same streets with you are the most beautiful memories of my life."

"Xia, I'm so happy to see you come to me because of a promise. I want to keep my memories of you in this moment, in this time when I love you the most."

"Being able to say goodbye like this makes me think I will be strong in the future. You have given my life color, so I have decided not to say goodbye or leave any promises."

"Nao Jingu".

Shirakawa Natsu abruptly dropped the letter and frantically rushed across the street.

As far as the eye could see, there was only an empty sidewalk, with no bus stop signs in sight.

He stood on the side of the street, looking at the darkness around him, feeling lost and helpless.

……

At a Moscow train station, a blonde girl sits in the waiting area with her luggage at her feet.

A little girl ran up to her, held out her small hand, and had a candy in her palm: "My mom told me that eating a candy will make me feel better when I'm sad~"

The blonde girl smiled at the girl and said, "Hehe~ Sister isn't sad."

“But my sister keeps crying.” The little girl pointed to her cheek.

The blonde girl was startled. She touched her cheek and felt a dampness on her fingertips. Before she knew it, a tear had rolled down her cheek.

"I cried?"

She stared blankly at the tear stains on her fingers.

She has received professional training and can control her facial muscles, seamlessly switching to any expression she needs.

Even the most professional micro-expression experts cannot detect it.

Facial expressions are merely her tools.

Now, however, the tools have become beyond her control.

"Here you go." The little girl tossed the candy into her hand, waved goodbye, and said, "I'm off, sister!"

She ran to a young couple, took their hands, skipped and hopped into the ticket gate, and disappeared into the crowd.

The blonde girl stared blankly at the disappearing figure.

The image of that person appeared in my mind, and the two of them were walking hand in hand in the forest.

Will you always be by my side?

"I will."

I like you, I like you so much~

The girl gritted her teeth and looked up at the station entrance.

She started sobbing, and gradually, the sobbing grew louder and louder, eventually turning into a wail: "Waaah~ Waaah!"

She was like a helpless little girl, unable to do anything but cry.

She had forgotten how to cry, but now everything just flowed naturally.

An announcement rang in my ears: "Passenger Q786, please proceed to the station."

The blonde girl got up from her seat, picked up her bag, and walked towards the entrance while crying, like a helpless little girl.

Just then, a panicked announcer's voice came from above: "Sir, you can't go in here, ah~!"

Then a commotion ensued.

The blonde girl looked up in surprise, a strange emotion rising within her, her heart racing as she anticipated something.

A familiar voice came from the speakers.

"Nao, I know you're here! Listen carefully, no matter where you go, no matter how far you go, I will absolutely, absolutely never let go. I will find you! I will hold you in my hands! Don't run away anymore!!"

The blonde girl trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes once again.

She carried her handbag and quickened her pace toward the boarding platform.

"Click!" "Click!"

A series of camera shutter sounds.

Momoko, holding her phone, stood at the boarding gate, a half-smile on her face: "So you can cry too, huh? These precious photos need to be preserved."

She met the blonde girl's surprised gaze and put away her phone: "You made me lose."

There were footsteps behind me.

Shirakawa Natsumi ran up behind her with a ferocious expression, followed by a group of police officers holding weapons and shouting.

She only paused for a second.

With a wave of her hand, Shirakawa Natsumi sent a large net descending from the sky, trapping her completely inside.

The next second, Shirakawa Natsu was swarmed by police officers and pinned to the ground.

But he still held the fishing net tightly in his hand.

Chapter 467 is green.

Moscow Police Department.

"I'm sorry, this is a fine for disturbing public order and compensation for the damages caused to the train station."

Shirakawa Natsumi took out his bank card, his heart bleeding. This was his only remaining savings, and now it was all gone.

The police officer looked at the person in charge of the train station, and after receiving instructions, handed a stack of documents to Shirakawa Natsumi: "You can leave after you sign these. I hope you can have a good talk with that beautiful lady and not let family conflicts affect the travel of other passengers."

"I'm sorry." Shirakawa Natsumi apologized formally, then caused a scene at the train station with his fishing net.

He was handcuffed and taken back to the police station.

Ultimately, it was determined that his actions were an extreme act taken in an attempt to win back his girlfriend who had run away from home.

After compensating the train station for a sum of money, the other party generously chose to forgive and forgive.

Shirakawa Natsu walked out of the police station, shaking her right hand, which was numb from being handcuffed, and looked at Nao. She had already removed her disguise and returned to her Asian girl appearance.

She sat in the chair, her two little hands clasped together, her head down, silent.

Shirakawa Natsu walked up to her and extended her hand: "Let's go home."

Nao kept her head down.

Shirakawa Natsumi wasn't in a hurry. She placed her hand in front of her and patiently waited for her response.

Time passes by minute by minute.

He waited for more than ten minutes.

Nao slowly loosened her tightly clenched hands, gently raised them, and placed them in his palms. Her hands were not large, but slender and long.

Shirakawa Natsumi clasped her hands together and held her small hand firmly in her palm: "Let's go home."

Nao was unusually well-behaved. Holding his hand, she didn't make a fuss or act as lively as usual.

As the two walked out of the police station, she suddenly asked, "How did you know I was there?"

“Miyuki can smell your scent.” Shirakawa Natsu explained, “Of course, once you enter the train station, there are too many people, so she can’t accurately identify who you are. Smelling each one would take too much time, so I went directly to the announcements. I believe you will behave differently after hearing what I say.”

Nao lifted her foot and stepped on the toe of his shoe: "Are you an idiot? If I just act like usual, you won't be able to find me."

"No, it won't happen." Shirakawa Natsu gave her a confident smile: "I know you love me, so it won't happen."

"Idiot." Nao looked at him, and time seemed to stand still. Suddenly, she bumped into Shirakawa Natsu's arms and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

"Mmm." Shirakawa Natsu hugged her head with her other hand and rested her chin on the top of her head: "There's nothing to worry about. I'll always be by your side. No one can take me away from you."

Nao closed her eyes and nodded in his arms.

"Nao, there's a question I've always wanted to ask," Shirakawa Natsu said, putting her arm around Nao's waist. "Which one is your true form?"

This problem had been troubling him.

He had wanted to ask for a long time, but he had never wanted to pry too much into Nao's past.

Having gone through so much, I no longer have so many worries.

“This is what I really look like.” Nao lifted her head from his embrace: “In order to better carry out the mission, my companions come in all colors, which is why I chose to go to the East.”

After she finished speaking, she looked at Shirakawa Natsu's face and said suspiciously, "It's not a pretty blonde girl. Natsu seems a little disappointed."

"I love you!" Shirakawa Natsu pulled her into his arms. "You are exactly how I like you."

"Ugh~" Nao pretended to be nauseous and hid in his arms again, her voice very soft: "No matter what happens, don't leave me. You're the only one in my heart now."

"Okay, I promise you." Shirakawa Natsu hugged herself tightly, closed her eyes, and felt the warmth of her body.

Behind this girl's strength lies a lack of security more than anyone else's.

She is powerful and can do whatever she wants.

But deep down, she longed for someone stronger than her to appear and hold her tight.

Although Shirakawa Natsu's capture of her this time was far from powerful, it was still unexpected.

She also tried to believe what Shirakawa Natsu said: that he wouldn't abandon her.

For love.

Nao chose to open her heart and place it in Shirakawa Natsu's hands.

The two returned to the hotel together.

When Shirakawa Natsu opened the door, she saw Kimura Momo sitting on the edge of the bed, with Minoki holding her chin with his hand, and the two gazing deeply into each other's eyes.

"Bang!"

The shopping bag in her hand fell onto the carpet, its contents scattered all over the floor.

Hearing the noise, Mi Zhi Shi turned around and saw him standing at the door. She smiled and said, "You're back."

It took Shirakawa Natsumi a while to come to her senses. She looked at Kimura Momo with a smile on her face and said, "Hey, don't you have to give me an explanation?"

He broke down, and after only a short while outside, his good brother hooked up with the fox.

Or perhaps the two women had been having an affair all along.

She just kept it from him.

Thinking back to the time he went to find Youcai, the two of them had been getting close.

The more Shirakawa Natsumi thought about it, the more green he felt.

"Hmph, I just want to taste the flavor of love." Kimura Momo smiled faintly as she looked at Nao: "I'm curious, what kind of feeling would make her do such irrational things?"

"Hey, fox, don't get cocky just because I lost my temper once." Nao put her hands on her hips; she and the fox didn't get along very well.

Being exposed at this moment is like having a shameful memory ripped out.

“No, don’t misunderstand.” Kimura Momo said earnestly, “I’ve always thought that love is an irrational impulse caused by the collision of hormones, but I don’t think that someone with your experience would be controlled by hormones in your brain, so I also want to try what it feels like.”

"Then why her?" Shirakawa Natsumi's mood was complicated. "If you wanted to experience love, shouldn't you have come to me? I thought we were already partners, so what am I?!"