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

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The next day came quickly, and because of overwork, he slept very soundly.

He was awakened by a twisting or wriggling sensation.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly as she adjusted to the sunlight.

When I opened my eyes, I saw my brother's handsome short hair and the hollows in his neck and back, which were dazzlingly white and sexy in the sunlight.

He casually placed his hand on her slender waist, and his other hand slipped under her armpits and stroked her chest. Before long, he shuddered.

Miyuki sensed his change, slowed down, and controlled her muscles, essentially cleaning him up.

Miyuki turned her head and used her hands to tie her handsome, tousled hair into a small braid at the back of her head.

She noticed that Shirakawa Natsu was staring at her face.

Miyuki suddenly grinned: "Why are you looking at me?"

"Um, you look a little different today." Shirakawa Natsu looked at her, who appeared exceptionally radiant in the sunlight. The gloom that usually clung to her face was nowhere to be found. If she used to be a melancholic and aloof mature woman...

Now she looks like a sunny, mature, and sophisticated woman, with added femininity.

Although many people say that a woman's personality changes after she becomes a woman.

However, whether what happened later counts as the first time remains an open question without a definitive answer.

"Thank you." Miyuki looked at Shirakawa Natsu, her tone sincere.

"Uh." Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched. "You've really gone bad?"

Miyuki shook her head, stood up from the bed, and sunlight shone through the glass onto her fair skin, making her look as if she were glowing: "Xia, you have helped me realize my true self, and I will no longer be confused."

"What about Kanna?" Shirakawa Natsumi asked tentatively, still preoccupied with his mission.

"I will put an end to the past," Miyuki said with a smile. "I will never let the women who love me cry for me again."

Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched. Where did this guy get his confidence? He felt that Miyuki was like someone who had watched an inspirational drama and vowed to study hard from now on.

Moreover, while saying cool things, something flowed out from behind him and dripped onto his thigh when he stood up.

My brother isn't broken, is he?

Could it be that the brain is connected there, and he damaged it?

Hojo Maki, dressed in her police inspector uniform, entered the police station as usual. She had been talking with her daughter until late the previous night.

This caused my arrival at the police station to be delayed by three hours today.

She did not resolve her feelings about her sister.

She felt she had no right to criticize her daughter; deep down, she too had been disappointed by her daughter's choices.

Fortunately, her daughter went to school as usual today, which put her at ease.

When she looked up, she saw a familiar figure standing at the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department.

“Minoku!” Hojo Maki narrowed her eyes. This woman who had caused her two daughters so much pain dared to appear here so brazenly.

She instinctively sensed that the woman's gaze was very strange, as if it pierced through her clothes and stripped her naked.

She soon saw Shirakawa Natsuya standing not far away, looking at her with a complicated expression.

Chapter 113 Hiding in the Closet

Miyuki stubbed out his cigarette, put one hand in his pocket, walked up to Hojo Maki, leaned forward slightly, and whispered in her ear, "Madam, you don't want everyone to know about your daughter, do you?"

Shirakawa Natsu stood to the side, covering her face. "Brother, you're really daring. This is the Metropolitan Police Department, right in front of us is the police headquarters, and you're carrying a pistol on your waist. You're already doing something this exciting right from the start."

Hojo Maki raised an eyebrow, placed her hand on the hilt of her gun at her waist, looked at Minoki's sunny and handsome smiling face, then slowly lowered her hand, watching her with interest: "Do you know what to do now?"

“Of course, let’s find a place to sit down.” Mikoto pointed to a coffee shop by the roadside.

Hojo Maki's gaze swept over her, then turned to Shirakawa Natsu: "Are you her accomplice?"

Shirakawa Natsu shrugged: "Let's just say that."

He came because he was afraid that Mi Zhi Shi would cause trouble again. Now that people were asking about it, he couldn't expose his brother's deal just yesterday.

Hojo Maki crossed her arms, scrutinized the two of them, and said with an imposing air, "I don't have time to play house with you. My daughter is an adult and has the right to decide her own life. I will not interfere with anything you do within the legal framework."

In her view, Miyuki was simply trying to get her daughter's consent for her own sake.

Hojo Maki decided to neither stop, interfere with, nor condone the scumbag woman who seduced her two daughters.

The best course of action right now is to avoid any overreaction; otherwise, it may incite rebellious behavior among these young people.

Shirakawa Natsumi's eye twitched; she had to admit, Hojo Maki had a very dignified air when she was serious.

She is a married woman with an excessively good figure, and also a law enforcement officer who punishes evil.

In her eyes, the two were nothing more than self-important brats under 20 years old.

She had no interest whatsoever in sitting down to listen to what the two of them had to say.

Despite the strong performance of Hojo Maki, Minoki showed no pressure.

A wicked smile curled at the corner of her lips: "Then I'll be blunt, I hope Aunt Hojo can be my dog."

"?" Hojo Maki's expression froze on her face.

Shirakawa Natsu next to her had the same expression, looking at her with surprise. He originally thought that Miyuki had come to apologize to Hojo Maki, obtain her forgiveness, and then cleanly break off her relationship with one or both of the two women.

Shirakawa Natsuto was also upset. He hoped his brother would stop torturing him and that he hadn't let him go to this extent.

Yesterday, he was just using a mouthpiece when he accidentally stabbed her in the throat. Did he really damage her brain?

Hojo Maki's expression remained frozen for a long while before she came to her senses and turned to look around.

This is the Metropolitan Police Department, surrounded by crowds of people, the sun is shining hot on my face, this is not a dream.

She figured it was probably a new term used by young people, not the kind of "dog" she was thinking of. Wrinkle asked, "What did you say?"

“I hope Aunt Hojo can be my dog.” Mikoto repeated with a smile, and as if afraid that she wouldn’t understand the meaning of dog, she explained, “There are other names for it: dog, slave, velvet ball, toy.”

Maki Hojo is almost 40 years old. Her husband passed away many years ago. In the quiet of the night, she watches movies of various themes, buys toys of all shapes and sizes, and even fantasizes about becoming the protagonist in various themes.

But reality isn't a movie, and it was actually brought up by a girl who was only the same age as her own daughter.

She laughed in exasperation, looking at Miyuki. If Miyuki hadn't been so handsome, she would have already subdued him and taken him to the police station.

Hojo Maki gave her a deep look, said nothing, and turned to leave.

Mature adults don't say harsh things in front of children; that only makes them look cheap.

Shirakawa Natsu pulled his gaze away from her; this married woman's figure was undoubtedly the most flamboyant among the women he knew.

Kanna Hojo is also very large, but she is like a peach, while Maki Hojo is like a ripe peach. Even without touching her, it seems like juice is flowing out, and if you bite into her, it will splash all over your face.

"Miyuki, are you alright?" Shirakawa Natsu looked at her, wondering if he had damaged her. Was it true that she was really "played with" in those comics? He wondered if he could try to fix her again later and see if he could fight fire with fire and restore her to normal.

Miyuki smiled and said, "Natsu, you did a great job with the last one. I'll have to ask you for help again this time."

"Huh?" Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback, realizing that Miyuki was referring to the CD: "Here we go again, didn't you have enough last night?"

"Hmph." Miyuki licked his lips and smiled, then took out his phone.

At the University of Tokyo, Kanna Hojo and Nao Jingu walk together on campus.

"I'm sorry, Jingu-kun, for suddenly calling you out." Hojo Kanna smiled apologetically at her, "I hope I haven't caused you any trouble. I feel like I should apologize to you properly for all the trouble I've caused you and Natsu all this time."

"Hehe, it's okay, Xia didn't come today either." Jingu Nao skipped over and sat down on a wooden chair, swinging her long legs in black stockings. "I told him to go keep Mi no Kumi company, after all what happened yesterday."

Kanna Hojo was taken aback and looked at her strangely.

"Don't look at me like that~" Jingu Nao laughed, "Natsu would definitely want to do that too."

"I see." Kanna Hojo sat down next to her. "No wonder Natsu likes you so much. If I were Natsu, I would definitely hug you tightly."

"Oh dear." Jingu Nao hugged herself, looking at Kanna warily. "I still prefer Natsu."

"I've already made up my mind." Kanna Hojo looked at her with a smile on her lips: "I plan to break up with Minoki and then transfer to Yan Country to study ancient literature, which I love."

“Hmm.” Jingu Nao nodded, showing no surprise. “You still love Miyuki, right? If that’s the case, why can’t you love her wholeheartedly? Tell her what you’re thinking, what you’re worried about, tell her everything about yourself.”

Hojo Kanna was taken aback, then lowered her head. Of course, she understood that Jingu Nao was referring to Shirakawa Natsu, whom she would go to whenever she was sad.

She sought solace in Shirakawa Natsu. She kept wavering between the person she liked and the person she was suited to marry, and the person she was suited to marry was the boyfriend of the person in front of her.

In the end, she gained nothing, neither the person she liked nor the person she was suited to marry.

Now, without consulting Miyuki, she made the decision to leave directly. She shook her head: "To love someone wholeheartedly and without reservation, to expose everything about yourself to them, will only lead to hurt."

"I know that if it really comes to that, I'll just have to accept it." Jingu Nao shook her head with a smile: "What can I do? I just love Natsu."

“But if both of them expose themselves to each other without reservation,” Kanna Hojo said, “he’ll be overwhelmed.”

“But I have no choice.” Jingu Nao looked into the distance. “This is the only way I can express my love.”

“You will be happy.” Kanna Hojo bowed to her and said, “I also want to try to believe that there can be fairytale-like love.”

In the apartment, Shirakawa Natsu is hiding in the closet, holding her phone. This is Minoki's room.

The cabinet door opened a crack, and his eyes were reflected in the gap, directly facing Miyuki's bed.

Where am I? Who am I? What am I doing?

These are the three questions that came to Shirakawa Natsu's mind.

I had a secret deal with my brother on this very bed yesterday.

After Miyuki got up in the morning, she changed the sheets, but there still seemed to be a faint smell in the room. She didn't know if it was just her imagination.

He felt that his current position was very delicate.

It seems to be a reserved spot for the victim in those strange movies.

At this point, the wife would bring a bald, obese, or dark-skinned blond man into the room.

With a "click," the door was pushed open, and Miyuki and Inagawa Hanahi entered the room.

Inagawa Hanahi was wearing a tracksuit today, with her head covered by a hood.

With a mask covering half her face, she followed closely behind Miyuki.

Shirakawa Natsumi shuddered; he felt his heart begin to race. If he were discovered hiding in the closet taking pictures of this yakuza heiress, he'd definitely be thrown into Tokyo Bay.

"Why did you suddenly call me out?" Inagawa Hanahi asked softly, standing in front of Minobu without sitting down.

Miyuki grinned and said, "If someone I like tells me we shouldn't see each other anymore, of course I have to ask them clearly."

"The person you like?" Inagawa Hanahi's voice was very low: "Don't joke around. The person you like is Hojo Kanna. We didn't even have a one-night stand. Don't think that we'll be together because of this."

Miyuki smiled and said, "But you still came."

She hugged Inagawa Hanahi from behind and whispered in her ear, "So you've been waiting, haven't you? Waiting for someone to appear in your life and change your current situation."

Shirakawa Natsu nodded to himself, he somewhat understood what Miyuki was trying to do.

She wanted to resolve the conflict between Inagawa Hanahi and Hojo Maki, and bring the mother and daughter back together.

Ultimately, what Inagawa Hanahi and Miyuki's ghoul tofu are all about is her desire to be understood.

The person she liked to understand the most was not Minoki, but her mother, Hojo Maki.

Inagawa Hanahi simply refused to admit it.

Therefore, Miyuki is the substitute she uses to fill the emptiness in her heart.

"I will never let the woman who loves me cry for me again."

This is what Miyuki said to him this morning.

Goodness, bro, you're trying to solve the problem at its root.

Shirakawa Natsu couldn't help but give Mino Shiki a thumbs up; it seems she wasn't damaged yesterday.

Instead, it cleared up her thoughts.

Miyuki, after fully embracing her true self, is incredibly powerful.

Now, all Mikoto needs to do is use his position in Inagawa Hanahi's heart to persuade her to reconcile with her mother.

But what does this have to do with me hiding in the closet and taking pictures with my phone?

When Shirakawa Natsumi was completely baffled.

Miyuki hugged her from behind, one hand slipping inside Inagawa Hanahiro's sweatshirt.