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

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"Excuse me, Arina-nee, when did you arrive?" Shirakawa Natsu closed her book and looked at Hashimoto Arina.

She was carrying a lunchbox, smiling, wearing a doctor's uniform but no sheer stockings, her long legs exposed: "Hehe, I didn't say anything for about ten minutes because I saw you were reading so intently."

"Reading books is nothing compared to Arina Hashimoto." Shirakawa Natsu took the bento box. Hashimoto Arina's cooking skills have improved rapidly in the past few days. Although it is still not delicious, it is much better than the mushy stuff she made at the beginning.

"It's okay." Hashimoto Arina sat down by his bedside, leaned back, and lay down on the bed as well: "Natsu is so handsome when he's reading so intently."

"Arina-nee." Shirakawa Natsumi was too busy eating her lunchbox to care at this moment. She put the lunchbox aside, bent down, and kissed Hashimoto Arina.

Their lips touched, and Hashimoto Arina naturally opened her mouth slightly, but she grabbed his hand with her other hand, preventing it from going up her thigh.

After a long while, their lips parted.

Hashimoto Arina's cheeks flushed red, and she covered her face with one hand: "I have failed as a doctor, or as an adult."

"It's okay, happiness is enough." Shirakawa Natsu lowered her head and kissed him again, while her other hand reached into the white coat and easily slipped through the lining.

The image of a thin boy pressing down on a mature older woman evokes a range of thoughts and feelings.

But his hand was held down.

“Sister Youcai.” Shirakawa Natsu looked into her eyes.

“Actually, I don’t dislike physical contact with Natsu.” Hashimoto Arina blushed and turned her head away, not daring to look at him. “But there’s no need to rush, and besides, there’s no need to go to the hospital.”

"Hmm." Shirakawa Natsu looked up. "It's okay, take your time."

After he finished speaking, he grinned mischievously and said, "However, in return, please let me touch your legs, Sister Cai."

"You brat." Hashimoto Arina's face flushed red as she grabbed his wrist, but without much force.

She would only forcefully stop him when he reached towards the inside of his thigh and upwards.

Afterwards, Hashimoto Arina blushed and scolded him for being precocious, saying that he was never allowed to do it again, and then ran away as if fleeing with her lunchbox.

Shirakawa Natsu took out the app. Hashimoto Arina clearly said that she hated physical contact in the hospital and that love is about spiritual communication, but her love level, which hadn't increased in a long time, suddenly rose from 98 to 99.

"Hmph, woman." Shirakawa Natsu chuckled, knowing exactly how to win over the remaining one percent.

In the evening, the two took a walk on the lawn near the hospital.

Two nurses walked towards us and waved to Hashimoto Arina as soon as they saw her: "Dr. Arina~ You've worked hard today."

"You too, go home and rest early." Hashimoto Arina replied with a smile, grabbing Shirakawa Natsu's outstretched hand behind her back.

"See you tomorrow, Dr. Cai." The nurse waved and left.

Hashimoto Arina turned her head and glared at Shirakawa Natsu: "You little pervert!"

"Hehe." Shirakawa Natsu scratched her head, grinning foolishly. It was best not to say anything at this moment.

Hashimoto Arina was just pretending to be angry; she took his hand and led him into a corner.

The two crouched down to avoid being seen by passersby.

Their lips met in a kiss, and after a long while, they parted.

"Are you satisfied now?" Hashimoto Arina blushed, feeling completely different from kissing her younger brother in public compared to a private setting.

The next day, at noon, Shirakawa Natsu lay on the hospital bed, and Hashimoto Arina sat on him with her legs spread open.

Shirakawa Natsu held her slender waist with both hands, raised her head slightly, and their lips parted slightly as they kissed.

"Seriously, why did it turn out like this? I was just here to deliver lunch." Hashimoto Arina looked up, her face flushed, but her gaze didn't leave him. She was gradually getting used to meeting his eyes.

"I just felt that Sister Cai seemed easy to bully," Shirakawa Natsumi laughed, "and I couldn't help but want to kiss her."

"Are you a pervert?" Hashimoto Arina pouted and pressed down on his hand that was resting on her long, fleshy legs.

"Yeah, you didn't just find out because of Cai-jie, did you?" Shirakawa Natsu smiled very happily.

“Really…” Hashimoto Arina looked down at him, their eyes met, and the atmosphere gradually became more intimate.

This time, it wasn't Shirakawa Natsu who initiated it; Hashimoto Arina lowered her head slightly, and the two kissed again.

Shirakawa Natsu was easily pushed down onto the hospital bed by her. After the kiss, Hashimoto Arina raised her head slightly, her face flushed, and said, "I don't dislike it either."

Shirakawa Natsuhira was looking straight ahead, with Hashimoto Arina lying on top of him. This position allowed a perfect view of the cleavage at the neckline of the woman's shirt beneath the white coat.

Hashimoto Arina noticed his gaze, her eyes not daring to look away, and said with a blush, "Is Natsu in such a hurry? You've been peeking at me since the first time we met, haven't you? You're such a bad boy."

“Yes.” Shirakawa Natsu reached out and placed her hand on her waist. “This time I want to see it more clearly.”

"I'll just look, I won't touch," he said, moving his hand to her chest and unbuttoning her white women's blouse.

Arina Hashimoto reached out and grasped his hand, a symbolic act of resistance.

This obviously had no effect; in just a moment, all the buttons on the white girl's shirt were undone.

“Black.” Shirakawa Natsu glanced at it and reached out her hand.

Hashimoto Arina grabbed him and said fiercely, "You just said you were only going to look."

"I'll just rub against you." Shirakawa Natsumi said seriously, "You have to trust me, Sister Cai."

Hashimoto Arina's resistance indeed lessened somewhat.

Just then, a head suddenly peeked out from behind the curtain of the hospital bed.

"Sorry, the door isn't closed. Please continue." Mikoto said, then pulled her head back inside.

Chapter 22 Unexpected Boldness

When Hashimoto Arina walked out of the ward, she pretended to be calm and greeted Miyuki, who was standing in the corridor, before blushing and quickly leaving.

Miyuki walked into the ward, raised her wrist, and glanced at her watch: "Three minutes, including getting dressed, that's pretty fast."

"As childhood friends, shouldn't you be saying things like, 'I was here first,' or something like that?" Shirakawa Natsumi pouted. "And don't you make any noise when you walk?"

He didn't feel too bad. Even if Miyuki didn't come, Hashimoto Arina would just let him mooch off her.

That was already the limit; it's impossible for me to actually get to base with him while he's in a hospital bed.

“It’s just because you’ve been blinded by something.” Mikoto spread her hands: “You have the face of an older sister, it’s surprisingly bold.”

Shirakawa Natsu shrugged, offering no rebuttal, and boldly declared, "Did you come to see me for something?" Miyuki, who hadn't fared much worse than Hashimoto Arina back in the hospital, asked.

"Here you go." Miyuki pulled a bankbook from his pocket: "The money from selling the copyright of 'Bleach' is all in here. I've already taken my share."

"Thank you." Shirakawa Natsu took the passbook, glanced at the number, and couldn't count it all at once because of the string of zeros: "Is there this much?"

"It seems you don't know that you're now a national-level comic artist, to the point where paparazzi will likely follow you wherever you go." Miyuki sat in the caregiver's chair: "What are your plans for the future?"

Shirakawa Natsu looked at the bankbook and shook her head: "It's a pity I can't keep it for too long. Could you help me buy a ring?"

When the weekend arrived, Hashimoto Arina took Shirakawa Natsu to visit the aquarium.

“How pitiful.” Hashimoto Arina put her hands behind her back: “She can only live in that small world for the rest of her life, for people to watch.”

"Why is Sister Yu Cai suddenly feeling sentimental?" Shirakawa Natsumi asked with a smile.

“Do you remember what I told you?” Hashimoto Arina suddenly smiled and said, “I went to study medicine because I didn’t want to disappoint my father.”

“Yes, of course I remember.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded. At the festival the night before, Hashimoto Arina told him why she had developed feelings for him: she saw freedom in him.

“I once wanted to be a painter. In high school, I even participated in the Tokyo Oil Painting Grand Prix and won the silver prize in the amateur category.” Hashimoto Arina looked at Shirakawa Natsu: “So seeing you draw beautiful manga makes me feel even closer to you.”

"Sister Yui is truly multi-talented," Shirakawa Natsumi said with a smile.

"Of course, my older sister is very capable." Hashimoto Arina smiled and puffed out her chest.

"I'm a little tired, let's go inside and rest for a bit." Shirakawa Natsu suddenly stopped.

In front of me is a love hotel, decorated mainly in pink, which inspires endless imagination.

Hashimoto Arina glanced at him sideways.

Shirakawa Natsu smiled, knowing that Hashimoto Arina wouldn't refuse, as the atmosphere had been carefully prepared recently.

We're just waiting for this final step.

Then, he was rejected by Arina Hashimoto.

"You little pervert, do you really think of your older sister as a little girl?" Hashimoto Arina sat on the train, laughing as she tapped him on the head.

“Sister Cai.” Shirakawa Natsumi scratched her head. Why are girls’ thoughts so hard to guess?

The tram announces: "Passengers arriving at this station, please prepare to disembark."

Shirakawa Natsu glanced at the distance; it was still three stops away from the hospital. It seemed she would have to think of another way to get the last point.

The moment the car door opened, Hashimoto Arina suddenly grabbed his hand and, blushing, pulled him out of the car.

"Sister Yu Cai, it seems we got off at the wrong stop." Shirakawa Natsumi was taken aback.

"Idiot." Hashimoto Arina blushed, took his hand, lowered her head, and walked quickly forward.

Bai Chuanxia was being led by her without saying a word, but she already had a vague idea in her mind.

Arina Hashimoto led him to the ground floor of a studio apartment, where she skillfully swiped her access card.

She led him into the elevator, keeping her head down the entire time, and Shirakawa Natsu didn't say a word.

The elevator stopped, and Hashimoto Arina went to the middle room and unlocked the keypad lock.

This is a single apartment, one bedroom and one living room. In Tokyo, where land is extremely expensive, the rent is already quite high.

However, in Dongguo, doctors are a high-income group, which is in line with her status.

"Here you go." Hashimoto Arina took a brand new pair of men's slippers from the shoe cabinet and handed them over.

Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. After taking it, she realized it was her size and her gaze towards Hashimoto Arina became strange.

It seems that not only did she have a plan, but she had also made preparations long ago.

Hashimoto Arina blushed under his gaze and kicked him in the shin: "Go take a shower."

Shirakawa Natsu didn't leave, but took her hand and said, "Let's wash together."

Hashimoto Arina blushed under his burning gaze and turned her head away: "Seriously, I can't do anything with you, making such a request at a time like this."

As she spoke, she took Shirakawa Natsu’s hand and led him to the bathroom. The two kissed for a while outside the bathroom, and when the atmosphere was right, they helped each other take off their clothes.

The bathroom was filled with steam, making the atmosphere hazy.

As water sprayed from the showerhead onto the floor, the two helped each other clean.

"Don't always wash the same spot." Hashimoto Arina blushed and grabbed his hand.

"Don't wrong me, Sister Cai." Shirakawa Natsumi looked innocent: "It's because it's too big, so it takes a long time to clean, which is perfectly reasonable."

"Idiot." Hashimoto Arina raised her hand, then let go, leaving him alone.

After taking a shower, the two of them, wrapped in bath towels, came to the bedside.

Instead of lying in bed, Shirakawa Natsumi suddenly took Hashimoto Arina's hand, and while she looked on in confusion, took out a ring and put it on her finger.

Hashimoto Arina covered her mouth, clearly not expecting to receive a gift.

“I know that being with me makes Ayana-nee very uneasy.” Shirakawa Natsumi took her hand, a smile on her face: “Regardless of age, status, or social relationships, I only like Ayana-nee as a woman.”

"I will try to think about our future. Marry me, Sister Cai."

Hashimoto Arina held one of his hands, covered her mouth with the other, turned her head away, and said with reddened eyes, "Idiot, call me by my name properly."

"There's food." After saying that, Shirakawa Natsu gently put his arm around her slender waist, and the two of them fell onto the bed together, their bath towels falling loose.

"Is it okay?" Shirakawa Natsu whispered in her ear.

Hashimoto Arina blushed, turned her head away to avoid eye contact, and nodded slightly twice: "Don't look at me like that, it's embarrassing."

"Hmm." Shirakawa Natsumi got into position and looked at Hashimoto Arina, who was ready to be picked.

Suddenly I felt a little nervous, wondering what my next step should be.

"Pfft." Hashimoto Arina suddenly couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Sister Youcai, don't laugh." Bai Chuanxia was also extremely embarrassed at this moment. This battle was related to his life, and he was even more nervous.

"Nonsense, I wasn't laughing." Hashimoto Arina blushed, her eyes filled with laughter. To Shirakawa Natsu's embarrassment, she suddenly stood up and took the superior position.

The two instantly switched positions.

"Don't move." Hashimoto Arina supported herself with her hands, and the two of them pressed together.

A few minutes later, beads of sweat appeared on Hashimoto Arina's forehead.