Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 12 Sakura Sora Walnut, Charming Smell
Sakura Kurumi's face flushed red and she moaned in pain and comfort.

Her eyes instantly became watery, her teeth bit her lower lip, and her whole body fell limp in Fang Zuo's arms.

A pair of small hands tightly grasped the clothes on Fang Zuo's back and hugged Fang Zuo tightly.

Heavy breathing sounds came from the small nose.

She buried her little head deep in Fang Zuo's arms and refused to come out.

The strong and charming smell of female hormones emanated and filled the entire room.

"Don't close your eyes." She said trembling with shame.

The delicate little face was buried deeply in Fang Zuo's arms.

Eyes tightly closed, eyelashes trembling slightly.

Even the fair skin under the leather jacket turned pink.

But he never dared to look up.

Fang Zuo hugged Yingkong Kurumi considerately and smelled the strong scent of female hormones on her body.

A little bit of fox flavor, not inferior to the ripe peach flavor of Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

He slowly stroked her slender neck with his hand, as if soothing a grumpy cat.

Watching her neck and ears turn from white to pink, even the fine hairs on them were trembling.

The two of them stood there hugging each other for an unknown amount of time.

Yingkong Kurumi finally calmed down.

Her face was still flushed.

She did not leave Fang Zuo's arms, but hugged Fang Zuo even tighter.

"Who are you?" Yingkong Walnut said softly as she smelled the scent on Fang Zuo's body.

"I'm Fujino." Fang Zuo was still stroking Yingkong Kurumi's neck: "Who else could it be?"

"You're lying." Yingkong Kurumi opened her little mouth and bit a button on Fang Zuo's shirt.

He twisted his little head, tore off the buttons, and exposed Fang Zuo's chest muscles.

"Your inspiration and size aren't his. I can sense it. Even the smell of your blood doesn't belong here."

"Could it be that you're a blood spirit?" Fang Zuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "With just a single blow, without even bleeding, you knew who I was?"

"Although I don't know who you are, you definitely belong here." Yingkong Walnut's small hand slowly stroked Fang Zuo's chest muscles: "The spiritual charm on you is not what this place should be. I am very sure that you should not underestimate my inspiration, okay?"

"Also, I don't understand your various techniques at all. How could there be someone like you in Japan?"

"You can't tell me, you don't want to tell me, or you don't want to tell me." Yingkong Kurumi frowned, shrugged her nose, and showed the expression of a little girl.

"Is there any difference?" Fang Zuo took his hand away from her neck and instead pinched her small and plump earlobe.

"Hmm" Yingkong Kurumi trembled uncontrollably again, then she gently clenched her fist and punched her left side below.

"Of course there is a difference."

"You can't tell me. I have my reasons. I can't tell you."

"You don't want to tell me, it means you don't trust me."

"If you don't want to tell me, it means you don't care about me."

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with that. You're thinking too much." Fang Zuo smiled and said, "I just think it's appropriate to say it in this place."

"Come to my old room." Yingkong Kurumi left Fang Zuo's arms and pulled Fang Zuo to walk out.

His legs went weak and he fell back into Fang Zuo's arms.

"Let me hold you." Fang Zuo picked up Yingkong Hutao by the waist.

. . . . .

Holding Sakura Kurumi, I followed her instructions and reached the top floor.

Xinrong Planning has a total of sixteen floors.

This is a relatively old commercial apartment building in Tokyo. It was purchased by the Sakura family in their early years in Tokyo, specifically as their business and headquarters in the city.

The top floor is full of rooms for members of the Sakura family.

Although the exterior is a bit shabby, the interior decoration is modern and luxurious.

In one of the Japanese-style decorated rooms, Sakura Kurumi had already taken off her tight leather jacket.

Seeing Fang Zuo about to take the leather jacket, she hurriedly snatched it away.

In order to destroy the body, he even used fire magic to burn the leather clothes to ashes.

This caused Fang Zuo to burst into laughter.

After taking off the leather jacket, Fang Zuo discovered Yingkong Huwalnut's amazingly beautiful body.

The peach buttocks have a beautiful curve and are upturned.

The most eye-catching thing is her white, smooth and delicate legs.

Extremely slender.

Although he is not very tall, only 1.7 meters, his proportions are perfect without any flaws.

Unlike many women who claim to have long legs, who only rely on their height to support their appearance.

When they take off their high heels, the ratio of their body to leg length is only 5:5.

Sakura Kurumi trotted into the bathroom, took a bath, and came out wearing a cherry blossom kimono.

The long black hair sets off the unmade-up face, giving it a cool and classical temperament.

A pair of crystal clear and round jade feet, with red and tender toes, walked over with a perfectly curved arch.

She took a bottle of red wine and two glasses from the wine cabinet and poured half a glass for herself and Fang Zuo respectively.

The voice also returned to its previous coldness.

"My family is the Sakura clan from Osaka, and my mother is from the Fuma clan from Odawara."

"As a woman from a large Japanese family, I was born a demon and carried the fate of a demon."

"After my mother passed away, I secretly learned the family's Yin-Yang technique in order to control the Shikigami she left me."

"The Yingkong family does not allow women to become Onmyoji, so after being discovered, I was expelled from the family very early."

"The Shikigami my mother left me was also confiscated by them."

"I came here this time just to take back the Shikigami that my mother left me, but I found out that it was taken to the big board by my family."

Yingkong Kurumi drank the red wine sip by sip, lost in memories.

He slowly told his life story.

Until he became the vice-captain, and soon after a member Fujino was transferred in.

She raised her little head and drank the rest of the red wine in one gulp.

He raised his glass and signaled Fang Zuo: "It's your turn."

Fang Zuo shrugged and drank the whole glass of red wine in one gulp.

"Fang Zuo, male, Chinese, finished."

"Fang Zuo? Chinese? I knew you weren't Japanese." Yingkong Kurumi muttered to herself, "Then why did you become Fujino? I've done some research. Fujino is from Kyushu. Both his parents are deceased, and he has an uncle who also passed away. He also has a young aunt in Kyushu."

"So you're not Fujino." Sakura Kurumi raised her head: "No wonder I felt your figure had changed a little bit."

"No, you are cheating. Apart from the Chinese, who else is there?" Yingkong Kurumi curled her lips, looking unhappy.

"The back? The floor is wet." Fang Zuo stood up and poured himself another glass.

"You!!! Ah!!! Baka, Baka!" Yingkong Kurumi screamed shrilly, her face flushed red: "Damn, damn damn damn, I can't hear you."

"Okay, let's get down to business." Fang Zuo drained the red wine in his glass again. "How about the Black Bible cases?"

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