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

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Her small hand was grabbed by Shirakawa Natsumi and placed between her thighs, where she used her small hand to massage.

Hashimoto Arina's face turned red. She tried to pull it out several times but couldn't. She could only let him do it with a blush on her face. It was dark in the taxi at night, so she didn't have to worry about being seen.

Just then, his phone rang. Shirakawa Natsu took out his phone, and the caller was Hojo Maki.

“She disappeared from the interrogation room.” Hojo Maki’s voice was strange. “I just checked her information, and there’s no such person in the Eastern Country. The manager of that coffee shop was given sleeping pills this afternoon and only just woke up. Someone is using her identity to hold events. I suspect all of this is aimed at you. Do you need protection?”

"I'll contact you again later." After saying that, Shirakawa Natsumi smiled and hung up the phone, then said to Hashimoto Arina, "It's just a personal matter, don't worry about it."

Hashimoto Arina blushed, lowered her head, and ignored him; his current behavior was too stimulating for her.

Chapter 261 Body Coordination

In the izakaya (Japanese pub), the TV in the lobby is playing news gossip.

Shana picked up a skewer of chicken, took a big bite, and said fiercely, "My Xia, what happened to him while I was away? He was so easy to fool, no, so innocent!"

She raised her head and stared at Kimura Momo in front of her, her pupils seemingly spitting fire.

"Hmph." Kimura Momo chuckled lightly, bringing the chicken skewer to her lips with an elegant gesture: "He is not an ordinary human."

Shana narrowed her eyes slightly and remained silent.

"You first met him at the hospital." Kimura Momo held a bamboo skewer between two fingers, eating the ordinary skewers with an air of elegance. "I checked his hospital records. At that time, his physical condition only allowed him to live for three months. But after he started dating Hashimoto Arina, he recovered from heart failure."

Shana picked up the glass and brought it to her lips: "We all have our own secrets, don't we?"

“A month ago, he used a woman named Yuzuriha Yu to help him erase all his records,” Kimura Momo continued. “So he didn’t have the ability to erase records before, and his magic was acquired before and after his relationship with Hashimoto Arina.”

"Moreover, his ability as a man has improved significantly, from one minute when he was with you to six minutes now."

Shana, who had just taken a sip of her drink, turned ashen-faced upon hearing this: "You vixen, do you want to be skinned alive?"

"Hmph~" Kimura Momo's eyes curved into crescents: "Aren't you curious? His special thing might be related to women, and you are just nourishment he uses."

Shana glanced at her sideways: "Then what are you?"

"Me?" Kimura Momo raised her hand, putting on a cunning smile: "If they fight, they fight, I'll just watch from the sidelines."

After she finished speaking, she changed back to her original gentle expression: "That's probably the feeling."

"You really don't hide it at all." Shana rested her chin on her hand, looking helpless. She didn't know how to deal with this fox. "What are you planning now?"

“I need to verify my guess.” Kimura Momo looked up; an interview was playing on the television.

The host is introducing them: "Today, we have a couple with us on our show."

"Welcome, Ms. Ren Kinoshita, the genius and beautiful novelist, and her husband, Mr. Hiroshi Shimabukuro."

Ren Kinoshita, known as a genius young female writer, has black hair with a princess cut, her hands folded on her thighs, exuding a gentle and graceful temperament, and has the air of a classic Japanese beauty.

Her husband, Hiroshi Shimabukuro, has a stubble and is also a handsome middle-aged man.

The two smiled and bowed to the host, saying, "Please give me your guidance."

The host enthusiastically introduced, "Having been ranked number one on the list of ideal couples, how do you both feel about it?"

Kinoshita Ren covered her mouth with her hand, her face full of surprise, and looked at her husband: "You're a little overwhelmed, aren't you?"

"I was even more surprised than when I won the baseball championship," Hiroshi Shimabukuro said with a smile.

The host asked, "We've heard that you two have never argued since you got married. What's the secret to your harmonious marriage?"

"Actually, there's no secret." Kinoshita Ren turned to look at her husband: "I think it's gratitude. My husband gave up his baseball career for my writing."

Hiroshi Shimabukuro laughed and said, "Because I promised Ren that I would fulfill her dream."

“He always makes me happy,” Kinoshita Ren continued. “I feel that as long as he’s around, I don’t have to worry about anything that happens.”

As they spoke, their hands were clasped together on television, their eyes filled with affection.

"That's disgusting." Shana glanced at the TV, then looked back at Kimura Momo: "What are you planning to do now?"

Kimura Momo withdrew her gaze and said with a smile, "You lost today~ Want to win back?"

"So you just want to watch the show, right?" Shana narrowed her eyes, her small hand reaching to her stomach. She hadn't had time to change her pantyhose; a patch was already dry and felt a little hard. "Do you love him?"

Kimura Momo picked up her wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, a slight blush rising to her cheeks: "This is interesting, isn't it? And there's his secret too."

At this time, Shirakawa Natsumi and Hashimoto Arina had already returned to their apartment.

Arina Hashimoto turned on the light, illuminating the living room.

"Strange, hasn't Shana come back yet?" Hashimoto Arina took off her high heels. "And Mikoto hasn't come back either."

“Yano-chan is busy with her own things and won’t be back for the next few days.” Shirakawa Natsu would never say this, because he was afraid that Yoshino-chan would bring a woman back and make Hashimoto Arina feel awkward, so he kept Yoshino-chan away for a few days.

Miyuki also mentioned that he was planning to participate in a fighting tournament with Genki, but he wasn't paying much attention to that.

Of course, the consequence was that Miyuki's name was grayed out in the friend section, which most likely meant she wasn't in Tokyo.

He already had few friends, and now that there are no brothers to help him with tasks, no one is in his friends list.

With Hashimoto Arina around, he couldn't go out and make friends, which was quite difficult for him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Hashimoto Arina take off her high-heeled sandals in front of him, revealing her fair and delicate feet.

Without thinking much, he reached out and grabbed her foot.

"Ah! Xia?" Hashimoto Arina screamed, only able to stand on one leg, struggling to maintain her balance, and alertly straightening her clothes: "What are you doing?"

"Arina, I like you." Shirakawa Natsumi grinned and reached out his hand behind her, his eyes glancing at the exposed thighs when Arina bent backward. He boldly wrapped his arm around Arina's waist, which was very soft.

"Don't take this opportunity to say things like that." Hashimoto Arina glared at him, but her resistance was not very strong; she merely twisted her body symbolically.

"I just suddenly felt like saying it." Shirakawa Natsumi placed her hand on her thigh. She wasn't wearing stockings, but they were still very smooth and could easily slip under her skirt. "Youcai-jie promised me on the video call last time that I would wear a nurse's uniform. When are we going to buy one?"

"Hmph! It's better not to mention it. Last time I drank, I agreed to your request without thinking. It's disgusting to think about it now. Do you like me or those weird clothes?" Hashimoto Arina's blush hadn't faded at all, probably because she was thinking of some strange scenes: "Today I kept looking at that little girl's maid outfit."

Shirakawa Natsu smiled. She still cared, after all. He wouldn't wait any longer; no words were as effective as actions.

He had never tried lying on the entryway before; he remembered that in his past life, a brother and sister had also gotten into an accident while lying on the entryway.

His hand had just slid down the smooth thigh and into the groin of Hashimoto Arina's thigh when the sensation on his fingers told him that Arina was just being coy. He struck while the iron was hot.

Hashimoto Arina braced herself against the shoe cabinet with both hands. She had a voluptuous figure, but she displayed a uniquely feminine flexibility. She stood on one foot in a high heel, barely supporting her body, and made a few symbolic attempts to resist.

It then turned into a series of suppressed, heavy breaths.

"Click." The door suddenly opened, and Shana, carrying a plastic bag and with a lollipop in her mouth, looked at the two of them.

"?" Shirakawa Natsumi was full of question marks. Reality is not an anime. He was absolutely sure that he locked the door when he went in. How did this guy get in?

Hashimoto Arina opened her mouth and groaned, but only half of the groan was forced back into her stomach, her whole body stiffened, and she turned into a statue.

"It's alright, you two continue." Shana walked past the two of them nonchalantly, and went upstairs to her room with a lollipop in her mouth.

The entryway was deathly silent.

"Come out...come out quickly!" Hashimoto Arina finally managed to utter these words after a long pause.

"Oh, okay." Shirakawa Natsu was still thinking about how Shana would open the door when she heard Shana urging her, so the people inside sped up.

"Ah!" Hashimoto Arina exclaimed in surprise, "Damn it, this isn't supposed to come out like that!"

Afterwards, Hashimoto Arina buried herself in the blankets and ignored whatever Shirakawa Natsu said, to show that she was angry.

Of course, this didn't stop Shirakawa Natsu from having a great time. Couples who have been separated for a long time can't be satisfied in just one or two nights.

Hashimoto Arina's body was very cooperative, but her mind was still angry.

Chapter 262 What do you want to do?

"I can't take it anymore, let me rest for a while." Hashimoto Arina lay on the bed, her snow-white legs spread apart, her back and buttocks covered in spots, and her inner thighs were also muddy.

"Sister Cai, are you calm now?" Shirakawa Natsu said with a grin, pressing down on her back, but his hands were not so well-behaved.

Sister Cai is so big, she has an indescribable attraction.

"Hmph, these are two different things." Hashimoto Arina winced in pain and raised her foot to kick him away, but as soon as she lifted her leg, she felt the liquid flowing down her inner thigh, so she immediately pulled her foot back and buried her head in the pillow: "I want to sleep."

"I'm going to take a shower now." Shirakawa Natsu smiled, pulled a blanket over her, and as she stood up, she saw Hashimoto Arina suddenly turn her head and slightly open her mouth.

He understood, lowered his head, and kissed her lips. Hashimoto Arina took the initiative to stick out her tongue, and the two shared a passionate French kiss. When they parted, a glistening thread stretched between their lips.

"Hmph." Hashimoto Arina was still angry, so she snorted and buried her head in the pillow.

"Goodnight." After covering her with the blanket, Bai Chuanxia got out of bed, smiled, and closed the door. But the relaxed expression on her face vanished instantly, replaced by anxiety. She quickened her pace and ran towards the bathroom, exclaiming, "Oh no, oh no!"

He pressed the shower gel pump head hard, grabbed a handful of shower gel and rubbed it all over his body, then turned on the shower head to rinse away the faint fishy smell of sweat and other liquids mixed together with the scent of women's perfume.

After rinsing myself thoroughly, I changed into clean clothes, rushed to the entryway to change my shoes, and took out my phone. It was already ten minutes past the agreed time.

"Sigh." Shirakawa Natsu sighed, his movements between women were terrifying.

Standing at the door of the fox's house, I took out my phone, opened the Yellow Hair app, and the homepage UI featured the fox's stunningly beautiful face.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that the friendship level was still 93.

I put my hand on the doorknob; the door wasn't locked. I pushed it open and carefully peeked out.

The room lights were on, and the fox sat on the sofa, holding a book in her hands and flipping through it. The light shone on her fair skin, making her look like an artwork praising beauty.

She didn't look up, her fingers turning the pages of the book: "You're late."

"Something came up." Shirakawa Natsumi gave an awkward smile, walked into the room, and sat down on the sofa. He had no choice.

Sister Cai is 27 years old, which is the age when she is full of desire. Fortunately, she has a minotaur's heart and kidneys, otherwise it is really uncertain who would win over whom.

"Choose her or me?" The fox closed the book, looked up, and met Shirakawa Natsu's gaze with her beautiful eyes.

"Uh..." Shirakawa Natsu's expression froze. He didn't expect the fox to ask such a question, but soon he saw cunning in the charming eyes in front of him. This was definitely not the look of someone looking at a cheating boyfriend.

"I will always be with you."

“No.” The fox shook its head. “You need to make a choice and tell me the answer tomorrow.”

After she finished speaking, she put the book aside, got up from the sofa, and said, "I'm going to rest now. Make yourself at home."

"Ah! That's it?" Shirakawa Natsu looked at him strangely, called him over, said this one sentence, and told him to leave.

It's like being invited by a girl to go to an adult store and buy a bunch of props, but when you arrive at her house, she bows and says, "Thank you for bringing me back, but I can use the props myself, so don't bother me."

The fox didn't go back to her room. Shirakawa Natsu watched her graceful back. He could have a good time now and the fox wouldn't resist, but after her favorability rating dropped past 90, he tried many positions and none of them increased her favorability anymore.

Unlike human females, foxes separate love (verb) from affection.

Shirakawa Natsu saw the book she had tossed on the sofa, *Spring*, by Kinoshita Ren. Understanding doesn't need words; that's love. Another masterpiece by pure love author Kinoshita Ren, interpreting the true meaning of love.

"A fox actually reads this kind of book." Shirakawa Natsu glanced at it, then looked away, stood up, and went home.

The fox told him to make a choice tomorrow, but events didn't give him any time to hesitate.

When Shirakawa Natsu returned to her room, she saw Hashimoto Arina lying on the bed, fast asleep without even wearing clothes. The intense exercise she had just done for an hour had exhausted her. Her breathing was steady, and she had a happy smile on her lips.

He closed the door again, sat down in the living room, and images of vegetables and foxes alternated in his mind.

"To think that I would fall in love with a child so much younger than myself is a failure, both as an adult and as the attending physician. But it's good that I met Xia Tai."

"I don't understand human emotions, but I don't hate being with you, so don't leave me."

"Sigh." Shirakawa Natsuki sighed. He never thought of choosing just one of them; of course, he wanted them all.

However, he had too little time, and the benefits the Yellow Hair App provided were not enough for him to handle two women at the same time.

"Oh, Mr. Xia, you're still awake?" Shana, with one hand behind her back and her other hand supporting her chin, looked at him with a mischievous smile. "Did Sister Cai not satisfy you? If possible, would you like me to help you?"

Shirakawa Natsumi was pondering when she startled him. He was almost certain that Shana was the same girl from today, but he just didn't have any proof: "I'm sorry, I was just thinking about my own things. If Miss Shana has nothing else to say, please make yourself at home."

"How cold-hearted." Shana moved lightly and jumped onto the coffee table. She was only wearing a large T-shirt, and the two points on her chest proved that she was not wearing anything else underneath. The hem of the T-shirt covered the upper thighs, revealing a pair of long and straight jade legs.

She crossed her legs, and in that instant, the hem of her T-shirt lifted slightly, revealing white underwear underneath. It was a drawstring style with a bow tied on the side, but it was only for a moment before being covered by the T-shirt again.

"Did something interesting happen? I can't sleep until I find out."

"Why are you interfering in my affairs?" Shirakawa Natsu narrowed his eyes. During the day, he was alright, but he was no longer the same as before. In the past, he would have fallen for her tricks. Now, he probably had a rift with Hashimoto Arina and would not be able to be forgiven for doing it once.

“Of course I have my reasons,” Shana said, gliding one foot in the air, her fair skin and youthful appearance making it difficult to choose between vegetables and algae.

Shirakawa Natsu wasn't surprised that she knew. Seeing her feet in a daze, he wasn't a foot fetishist, but he felt that the feet were very familiar, and he was quickly searching his memory.

"Actually, you don't need to worry so much." When Shana saw that he didn't speak, she suddenly leaned down, her T-shirt collar fell down, and a large expanse of scenery could be seen from the neckline.

She stretched out her foot and stepped on his thigh, her toes sliding to the middle: "Mr. Xia really has a narrow vision. In that case, isn't there another one?"