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He wanted to come out, but he was afraid that if he made too much of a move, Shana would find out.
"Let me help you." Shirakawa Natsu carefully moved back under the thin blanket, trying to push her out.
The next second, Hashimoto Arina's body also moved backward.
He swallowed back the little bit he had just spat out.
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Hashimoto Arina blushed in the darkness, her body moving back and forth in small, subtle movements.
Although the overall distance traveled was not large, it was enough to surprise Shirakawa Natsumi.
Even the gentle, angelic Hashimoto Arina would make such a bold move under the cover of night.
She kept a close, cautious eye on Shana, and would immediately stop in fear if Shana made the slightest movement.
Timidity and courage, a contradictory combination.
Shirakawa Natsumi tried hard to maintain her breathing rhythm, but because the amplitude was too small, it wasn't easy to achieve her goal.
At this moment, the biggest feeling is psychological; the surge is intense.
His thighs were soaked with sweat from the two of them, and the thin blanket, which prevented air circulation, produced a faint odor.
In the TV series, all the supporting characters have died, and the protagonist begins to gradually uncover the truth; the plot is more than halfway through.
Shirakawa Natsuya was getting a little anxious, even though he knew Shana knew.
But we can't keep the lights off after the movie is over.
Just then, he felt a hand reach out from the inside of his thigh.
Small and delicate, she didn't seem to mind the sweat on his feet as she reached between them.
"Damn it." Shirakawa Natsu cursed under her breath, glancing at Shana out of the corner of her eye, who was still staring at the TV.
His facial expressions changed with the plot, sometimes showing fear, sometimes tension.
Hashimoto Arina carefully turned her head to the side and gave him a reproachful look.
She clearly mistook it for Shirakawa Natsu's hand and blamed him for touching her inappropriately.
Bai Chuanxia's face darkened, and for a moment he didn't know who was more arrogant than whom.
He turned his head and saw Shana's sly smile in the darkness, as if she had everything under control.
She was like a pianist, her fingers moving lightly and heavily, matching the rhythm of the dishes.
Even though you can't see anything, you can still press the most suitable keys on the piano.
"Hmph." Shirakawa Natsu couldn't help but snort, glaring angrily at Shana.
Shana's eyes were curved, like a little devil.
Shirakawa Natsu knew she wouldn't let go.
In the past, if this happened, one could only passively deal with it.
But he was no longer the same as before. He suddenly reached out and placed his hand on Shana's thigh in the darkness.
Shana was wearing a short skirt and ultra-thin black stockings, and her sitting posture was quite casual.
Cai was completely focused on Shana's face and couldn't notice his little movements at all.
Shirakawa Natsu easily slid his hand inside her thigh along the ultra-thin stockings.
Shana was wearing pantyhose.
He was very familiar with this; with just two fingers, he could easily tear a hole in the middle of the connection.
Shana's expression changed; she hadn't expected him to retaliate.
But she wasn't panicked; instead, she spread her legs apart slightly, showing no regard for Shirakawa Natsumi.
Shirakawa Natsu showed no mercy, and with one hand, she performed the Yellow Hair Massage Technique.
"Hmph." Shana couldn't have expected such a strong shock, and a strange look appeared on her face for a moment.
As Bai Chuanxia felt Hashimoto Arina's body tense up, her muscles suddenly clenching.
Shana touched her stomach and murmured, "I'm a little hungry because of Cai Jie."
"Didn't you eat quite a lot of snacks at the festival?" Hashimoto Arina tried to keep her tone calm.
Shirakawa Natsumi pouted in the darkness; women are truly born actresses.
Even the angelic Arina Hashimoto has this side to her.
"Is the festival fun?" Shirakawa Natsuya interjected.
"Of course it was fun! I took lots of pictures!" Shana said cheerfully, seemingly unaffected by Shirakawa Natsu's fingers; in fact, the rhythm of her little hands even quickened a bit.
"This guy is really something else." Shirakawa Natsu secretly clicked his tongue in amazement. He could tell from the level of water that Shana was fully engaged, but she could still talk to him without changing her expression.
In comparison, Hashimoto Arina is much worse; her language logic is clearly incoherent and disjointed.
But actually, as long as she feels that no one has found out, it doesn't matter.
In the darkness, the three chatted idly.
Bai Chuanxia felt Hashimoto Arina's body begin to spasm, and he was almost there too.
Hashimoto Arina didn't care whether it would leak or not, and quickly straightened her skirt.
She certainly wouldn't notice that a small hand was also withdrawing into the darkness at the same time.
Bai Chuanxia performed the complete set of yellow-haired massage techniques.
He wiped his hands clean on Shana's sheer stockings before withdrawing them.
The movie ends at this point, with the protagonist ultimately unable to escape and killed by the ghost.
"I'll go turn on the light." Hashimoto Arina stood up and subtly tucked the thin blanket behind the sofa.
It was obviously to prevent any odor from emanating from above and being smelled by Shana.
Shirakawa Natsu really wanted to tell Hashimoto Arina that she didn't need to worry, because Shana's bleeding was no less than hers.
"Okay~" Shana smiled innocently, her legs crossed, which perfectly covered the torn pantyhose between her thighs.
"Click." The indoor lights came on, and the light once again illuminated the living room.
He sat on the sofa, just like any other day.
"Arina, these are the photos I developed, take a look." Shana smiled and pulled a stack of photos from a plastic bag, handing them to Arina Hashimoto and Natsumi Hyakukawa respectively.
"Let me see." Hashimoto Arina took the photo, lowered her head, and pretended to look at it carefully to hide the embarrassment on her face.
Chapter 277 Your Purpose
Shirakawa Natsu looked at the photo, and the familiar scene made his heart tighten.
The photo shows the festival he and Miyuki attended today. Is it a coincidence, or...?
He glanced at Shana out of the corner of his eye, his eyes meeting hers, his eyes slightly curved, like a cunning little devil.
"Oh no." Shirakawa Natsumi's heart skipped a beat. She must have done it on purpose.
"So many couples~" Hashimoto Arina quickly flipped through the photos, a hint of envy flashing in her eyes.
"Hehe, Sister Cai definitely prefers to go to the temple fair with Mr. Xia rather than me. I'm so sorry for being a third wheel."
Shana sat on the sofa, her two long, black-stockinged legs swinging back and forth casually, revealing the torn part of her stockings between her legs, not worried at all about being seen by Hashimoto Arina.
"Hmph." Hashimoto Arina gave her a reproachful look and continued flipping through the photos.
The photo shows fireworks in full bloom, with scattered trees and ponds at the bottom.
Shirakawa Natsu's heart felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.
He knew this pond all too well; it was the very spot where he and Miyuki kissed.
We need to think of a solution quickly.
"The fireworks are so beautiful," Hashimoto Arina exclaimed before continuing to scroll down.
Shirakawa Natsu quickly reached out, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and pulled her closer to him.
"Xia?" Hashimoto Arina looked puzzled as he suddenly hugged her.
Shirakawa Natsu leaned close to her ear: "It leaked."
The sound was very soft, but Hashimoto Arina shuddered and leaned her hips closer to his body.
"Sister Youcai, you don't seem to be feeling well. Let me take you back to your room." After saying that, Shirakawa Natsu put her arm around her waist and secretly picked up the photo with her other hand, stuffing it into her pants pocket.
"Okay." Hashimoto Arina smiled apologetically at Shana, "I'm a little tired today, I'll go back to my room first."
Shana smiled and waved her hand.
Shirakawa Natsu escorted Hashimoto Arina back to her room and had just closed the door.
"Oh dear!" Hashimoto Arina screamed, quickly taking off her skirt and scolding, "It's all your fault! You put so much in there. If Shana sees it, I wish I could disappear from the face of the earth!"
“These things are beyond our control.” Shirakawa Natsu shrugged. “It’s probably just love for Arina.”
After he finished speaking, he noticed that Hashimoto Arina hugged him, buried her head in his stomach, and looked at him with her eyes.
Shirakawa Natsu said in surprise, "Why are you suddenly acting like this, like a child?"
“Because, although going to the festival with Shana is also fun.” Hashimoto Arina rubbed against his stomach:
"Sure enough, when I saw other couples hugging, I decided that when I got back, I would definitely act cute and affectionate with you."
"Oh no." Shirakawa Natsu turned her head away. Hashimoto Arina, who is usually like an older sister, was suddenly acting cute. It was so adorable.
The sense of guilt in my heart deepened.
He already has a girlfriend who loves him, but he's still kissing his brother.
I'm such a jerk.
The atmosphere between the two gradually became ambiguous.
Hashimoto Arina realized that what she had just said was too childish, and a slight blush appeared on her face: "I'm sorry, I've been making things too serious lately. One minute I'm jealous, the next I'm overthinking, and then I want to stick to you."
She looked up: "It seems that I've become a little strange because I love you so much."
"Sister Youcai." Shirakawa Natsu hugged her and kissed her lips. It hurt too much to deceive such a good sister.
Hashimoto Arina was pinned down on the bed by him.
There is no need to say more.
Two hours later, Hashimoto Arina fell into a deep sleep.
Shirakawa Natsu took out the photos she had secretly hidden and continued flipping through them; they were all photos of that pond.
When you turn to the last two pictures, you see a man and a woman kissing, with fireworks exploding in the background—it's quite beautiful.
Judging from the composition, it was definitely not taken unintentionally.
"This guy!" Shirakawa Natsu's face darkened. If he hadn't been quick-witted enough to take Ayana away, he would have been completely unable to defend himself if the photo had been seen.
The living room lights were off, and the room was empty.
Shirakawa Natsu walked to the inside of the second floor, to Shana's room, where light shone through the crack in the door.
He put his hand on the doorknob and pushed it in.
The door was unlocked and the room door was open.
Shana sat at the desk, leaning forward, her right hand supporting her chin. A black plastic bag sat beside her. She looked over with a half-smile.
"Oh dear, Mr. Xia, coming to a beautiful girl's room at this hour, are you planning to do something strange? I might yell at you~"
"Stop pretending." Shirakawa Natsu casually closed the door and tossed the photo in her hand onto the bed. "Tell me, what exactly do you want?"
Shana sat on the table with her legs spread apart, swinging them back and forth casually.
She was still wearing those ultra-thin pantyhose, and through the torn hole under her short skirt, a large expanse of snow-white skin on her inner thighs and black underwear were exposed.
"I just showed the photos to Hashimoto Arina-nee. As for Mr. Natsu kissing other women, you can't blame me for that."
Shirakawa Natsu was speechless for a moment, realizing that her ambiguous relationship with Miyuki was precisely her own problem.