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

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"I...no, Sister Lian..."

"Heh~" Kinoshita Ren placed her slender hand to her lips, chuckled softly, and then tapped his chest with her finger: "Just kidding."

"Ah, haha." Shirakawa Natsu's body went limp, as if she had breathed a sigh of relief. A look of regret appeared on her face. She laughed awkwardly twice and scratched the back of her head.

Before he could speak, Kinoshita Ren gracefully draped one hand over her light gauze shawl and raised the other hand to wave at him: "Let's talk next time."

“Okay…” Shirakawa Natsu was clearly reluctant to part, obviously not having talked enough.

It felt like they rubbed against me, went in a little bit, and then they ran away.

But he couldn't find a reason to keep her, and reluctantly waved goodbye.

Kinoshita Ren gave him a cute wink, then turned and gracefully walked away in her high heels.

The power of a married woman's wink is unlike the cuteness of a little girl; it seems to tug at the heartstrings of a young man.

Shirakawa Natsu looked at her dress, revealing half of her fair and sexy back.

She had a perfect sense of proportion; after teasing him, she left, leaving him with endless imagination.

If he were truly an innocent and naive young man, he would probably be completely captivated by her.

"It went more smoothly than planned." Shirakawa Natsumi calmly began to review the plan.

Every step we take today has been carefully planned.

His choice of sportswear, which clashed with the formal attire, gave the impression that it was his first time at such an event and that he was inexperienced.

The success of Kinoshita Ren's previous book relied on a large amount of information provided by a fox.

That day, she sat in the library for half a day without writing a single word.

It is clear that she cannot write new works after losing the fox's help.

At that moment, a handsome and talented 19-year-old boy appeared beside her.

There is absolutely no reason not to take advantage of it.

After all, a normal 19-year-old boy wouldn't experience a gangland feud.

She's at an age where seeing the McDonald's logo evokes images of Se Se, and she's full of longing for mature married women—a very easy age to capture.

Of course, Shirakawa Natsu also thought that Kinoshita Ren, just like her in appearance, was a very chaste married woman.

Then he would have to use a "coercion card".

For the rest of the time, Shirakawa Natsu wandered around the venue, cautiously peeking at Kinoshita Ren and others talking.

When she noticed him, he hurriedly looked away.

The awards ceremony lasted for three hours. When it ended, the night had already fallen outside the window, and the shops lit up their neon lights, officially ushering in the city's bustling and decadent nightlife.

"It's a bit early to disband. Where to go next? Shall we have another drink?"

"Great, I have a membership card."

"Well, I'll head back now," Shirakawa Natsumi said to the editorial staff, glancing at Kinoshita Ren among them.

“Okay.” Kazama Yumi nodded in agreement. The two were just colleagues and weren’t really close.

After apologizing to the group, Shirakawa Natsumi turned and left, looking reluctant to part.

If he goes drinking with her, he can have a few more words with Kinoshita Ren.

But he needs to maintain the persona of a shy, naive young man who has never seen the world.

A normal teenager wouldn't go drinking with middle-aged people.

After weighing the pros and cons, I decided to leave first.

As he turned around, he peeked and saw that Kazama Yumi and the others were also turning around.

Kinoshita Ren turned to look at him.

Bai Chuanxia walked towards the subway station, and when she reached the station, a taxi suddenly stopped beside her.

The car window rolled down, and Kinoshita Ren leaned out, smiling at him: "Xia, it's so late, let me take you home."

"Ah!" Shirakawa Natsumi was taken aback, then nodded immediately, her face full of surprise, and got into the car: "Sister Lian, aren't you going drinking with them?"

The beautiful married woman smiled at him: "I escaped, so I'm not very good at drinking with people."

"I see." Shirakawa Natsumi visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

The taxi sped along the road, the atmosphere inside eerily silent.

Shirakawa Natsu maintained her shy demeanor, keeping her head down and remaining silent, only daring to steal glances from the corner of her eye.

Kinoshita Ren sat with her feet crossed, her posture elegant, her slender fingers supporting her chin, her gaze fixed on the window.

Tokyo is ablaze with neon lights at night, but the most striking feature is the Tokyo Tower in the city center, which is covered in lights and stands out against the darkness.

“This is a rare opportunity, let’s go see Tokyo Tower.” Kinoshita Ren turned to Shirakawa Natsu and smiled.

"I...okay." Shirakawa Natsumi nodded quickly, like an obedient little puppy.

The taxi stopped at the foot of the Eiffel Tower, and the two took the elevator to the observation deck at the top of the tower.

"Wow~" Kinoshita Ren held onto the railing, looking out of the tower through the transparent glass: "How magnificent! Such a view is worth at least $80, how much is that in yen again?"

“The yen has depreciated significantly now, and according to the exchange rate, it’s worth over 100 million,” Shirakawa Natsu replied.

“There are so many.” Kinoshita Ren laughed, gazing at the night view with a deep look in his eyes. “These shimmering fireflies… I once thought I could shine too…”

Her tone gradually lowered, tinged with sadness.

"What are you saying, Sister Lian? You've been radiating light the whole time," Shirakawa Natsumi quickly said.

"I can no longer write novels," Kinoshita Ren suddenly said.

Shirakawa Natsumi's face showed shock: "How is this possible? Sister Lian just won the Most Popular Award of the Year!"

Kinoshita Ren smiled at him, then turned to look at the night sky: "I started writing novels in junior high school. I used to just enjoy reading, even without having to think too deeply. The images and characters would just appear in my mind."

"I won the award very quickly back then, and I always felt happy. Then I met my husband, which made me truly feel happy. Last year, I wrote the bestselling novel 'Spring'."

She paused for a moment after saying this.

"However, after that, I suddenly couldn't write anymore. I always felt that this psychological barrier of not knowing whether I could recover would continue."

"Psychological disorder?" Shirakawa Natsumi was taken aback and quickly asked, "Sister Lian writes romance novels, could it be... your husband?"

Kinoshita Ren smiled, said nothing, and just looked out the window.

A resolute look flashed across Shirakawa Natsumi's face. She gritted her teeth and said, "Sister Lian, I can help you. Although I can't write novels, my comics are very popular. If you write a novel..."

He was only halfway through his sentence when Kinoshita Ren suddenly extended his slender finger and flicked it on his forehead.

"Huh?" Shirakawa Natsu looked puzzled.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Kinoshita Ren scolded.

"I...I'm sorry." Shirakawa Natsu patted the back of her head, lowered her head, and looked dejected.

Seeing his expression, the beautiful married woman smiled helplessly and said, "Xia, could you buy me a drink?"

"it is good!"

After Shirakawa Natsu bought the drinks, the two of them enjoyed them while watching the night view.

Kinoshita Ren seemed unwilling to continue the previous topic and remained silent.

After enjoying the night view, the two walked back together.

After what had just happened, the atmosphere between the two was very tense.

"Xia, let's play a game," Kinoshita Ren suddenly said, pointing to the trash can next to him and shaking the can in his hand. "If I throw it in all at once, how about we kiss?"

"Huh?!" Shirakawa Natsu was clearly stunned. This time she wasn't faking it; this was just too exciting.

Are all married women this direct?

Kinoshita Ren didn't give him time to think before throwing it out.

The can rolled onto the ground when it was still quite a distance from the trash can.

Chapter 280 Longing for You

"Oh dear~ it didn't go in at all." Kinoshita Ren smiled, walked over, bent down to pick up the can, and threw it into the trash can.

"I didn't even find a trash can, what a misfortune."

Shirakawa Natsumi was stunned for a moment, then scratched the back of her head: "Sister Lian, you deliberately didn't throw it in, didn't you?"

"Haha, you've been exposed." Kinoshita Ren walked over and took his right hand. "Xia, you must have breathed a sigh of relief just now, right?"

“I…” Shirakawa Natsu found that her right hand was naturally being held by this married woman.

It would seem abrupt under normal circumstances, but after making the effort to kiss her earlier, holding hands felt very natural.

Kinoshita Ren's hands are long and slender, like an older aunt holding her friend's child's hand.

The two naturally returned to the small house that Shirakawa Natsu had specially rented.

"Sister Lian, I'm home." Bai Chuanxia's face showed reluctance as she pointed to the closed door: "I moved here a couple of days ago."

To maintain his public image, he did not invite Kinoshita Ren to his home.

Kinoshita Ren placed her hand on her abdomen and said in a low voice, "Could I use the restroom? I think I drank too much water during the awards ceremony."

In his conversation, he only treated Shirakawa Natsu as a junior neighbor.

Under the dim streetlights, a gentle housewife dressed in an elegant gown asked to use the restroom.

This is a request that is both serious and somewhat unserious.

For innocent-looking boys, it inevitably leaves a faint sense of longing in their hearts.

Shirakawa Natsu blushed and awkwardly turned her head away, then forced herself to remain calm: "Of course."

The two entered the room, turned on the lights, and Kinoshita Ren naturally took off his high-heeled sandals in the entryway.

Her jade-like feet dangled in front of him, intentionally or unintentionally.

"The restroom is over there," Shirakawa Natsumi said, leading the way.

"Can I stand outside? I'm a little scared to be alone in an unfamiliar environment." The wife revealed her timid side.

Shirakawa Natsu nodded hurriedly, and heard the rustling sound of clothes being taken off coming from inside.

Kinoshita Ren's figure beneath her dress was sketched out in his mind, stroke by stroke.

Soon there was another sound of water splashing, and the sound of the toilet flushing.

Kinoshita Ren came out of the bathroom with an apologetic expression: "Sorry, please excuse my poor appearance."

"It's okay." Shirakawa Natsu quickly waved his hand, not daring to meet her gaze. His eyes glanced at the chest area of ​​her dress, which had been pulled down a bit compared to when it went in, revealing a more obvious cleavage and a little bit of flesh-colored fabric.

"I feel much better." Kinoshita Ren clutched his stomach and sat down on the living room sofa with Shirakawa Natsu.

The atmosphere between the two was somewhat silent.

“We’re the same kind of people.” Kinoshita Ren turned his head and looked into Shirakawa Natsu’s eyes.

"I've been exposed!" Shirakawa Natsu was surprised. Had he underestimated this married woman?

Under the surprised gaze of Kinoshita Ren, he leaned closer.

The distinctive scent of the married woman's perfume wafted into his nose.

“I also achieved fame at a young age and thought the world was nothing special,” Kinoshita Ren continued. “Your eyes really do look like mine.”

"Sister Lian..." Bai Chuanxia pretended to blush, secretly relieved. She had scared her father to death.

I thought we had been exposed.

A flicker of sadness crossed Kinoshita Ren's eyes, as if he were thinking of something painful, but he quickly smiled again.

"Your life has just begun. Although pain is a necessary part of being an artist, carrying pain can crush you and cause you to lose the spark in your eyes."

Shirakawa Natsu frowned slightly, noticing that her expression didn't seem feigned: "Sister Lian, what's wrong?"

"Can I sleep here tonight?" Kinoshita Ren suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. Are all married women this direct? This mission is progressing a bit too fast.