Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

"Go take a shower."

Yukihime sat up again and said.

"Aren't you coming?"

Haruhiko nodded, and after getting up, he was taken aback to see that Yukihime still hadn't moved.

"I'll wait a bit."

Yukihime smiled gently and said.

Haruhiko was puzzled, but he didn't ask anything more.

He went to the bathroom, took a shower, and immediately felt refreshed.

Haruhiko opened the door and saw Yukihime standing there.

"...?"

He was even more confused.

This unusual behavior reminded Haruhiko of the surprise Yukihime had mentioned.

Could it be related to this?

"Go to your room and wait for me."

Yukihime didn't explain, but she had already given quite a hint.

Haruhiko suppressed his excitement and returned to his room.

A dozen minutes later, the door opened.

It's Yukihime.

But she wasn't wearing pajamas; she was wearing a cheongsam.

The blue and white sleeveless cheongsam made her look like a piece of beautiful jade.

The side slit extended to the hip, revealing knots on the snow-white skin.

Chapter 257. Yukihime's Cheongsam

Haruhiko swallowed.

The cheongsam has always been one of the most flattering garments for showing off one's figure.

Yuki stood quietly at the door, her stunning curves perfectly displayed.

She chuckled softly, her legs, encased in black stockings, moving forward.

As you walk, the knotted rope sways, revealing glimpses of the scenery deeper within.

Yukihime stopped in her tracks.

Because she was wearing high heels, she lowered her head slightly, looked at Qingyan, and asked, "Is my new cheongsam pretty?"

"Pretty!"

Haruhiko said without hesitation.

Although Yukihime looks beautiful in anything, the cheongsam undoubtedly has its own unique charm.

Noble, elegant, dignified, and sexy.

The somewhat contradictory style is blended together very cleverly in Yukihime.

It's beyond just being beautiful.

Yukihime nodded in satisfaction.

She leaned closer, exhaled, and asked, "What are you doing standing there?"

Haruhiko felt a warm breath on his ear and couldn't help but tremble.

Upon hearing her words again, he immediately pulled her into his arms.

A delicate fragrance wafted into my nose.

Haruhiko wrapped his left arm around her slender waist, but his right hand gripped the knot.

Yuki glanced down at him, then looked at him with a smile.

His eyes were full of encouragement and charm.

With a gentle pull, Qingyan unbuttoned the cheongsam top.

He was stunned.

What a brilliant design!

But he likes it.

"This is for the best."

Haruhiko grabbed Yukihime's wrist, stopping her from taking off her cheongsam.

"What a naughty child."

Yukihime was slightly taken aback, then realized what she meant and couldn't help but smile.

Haruhiko could no longer answer, because he was extremely busy.

The night is getting darker.

The last glimmer of pale sunlight on the horizon was swallowed by darkness, leaving no trace.

It wasn't until numerous starlight points spread out from the moon that the moon regained its brightness.

a new day.

The cell phone rings.

Haruhiko groggily reached for his phone and instinctively pressed the answer button.

"Who?"

There was still a hint of morning grumpiness in his tone.

"how?"

Mari Tsuchimikado's sarcastic voice rang out, "Did you lose miserably again last night?"

Haruhiko immediately regained his senses.

He looked up at the alarm clock not far away; it was already nine o'clock.

Without a doubt, he overslept again.

No wonder Tsuchimikado Mari said that.

"Where is it?"

Haruhiko would never admit it, "I can handle it, how could I lose?"

While he was waiting for Tsuchimikado Mari's reply, he suddenly heard a beeping sound.

She hung up the phone.

Haruhiko shook his head, somewhat puzzled.

are you angry?

But I always felt that, given her personality, there was no reason for her to get angry so easily.

The next moment, the window opened.

Tsuchimikado Mari stood in front of him.

She is wearing a red kimono today.

Haruhiko suddenly remembered that she had said yesterday that she would come to pick her up in the morning.

It is now nine o'clock.

This suggests that she may have been waiting for some time.

Haruhiko's expression stiffened slightly, and he was about to apologize when he suddenly gasped.

The bed sheet was pulled back by Tsuchimikado Mari.

It was March, and the mornings were still a bit chilly.

Before Haruhiko could protest, he felt the warmth again.

Two hours later, Tsuchimikado Mari left the room.

She had eaten and drunk her fill, and left only one sentence: "I'll wait for you in the car."

Haruhiko rubbed his numb legs, got up and changed his clothes.

To his surprise, Yukihime did not appear.

With her abilities, she should have noticed something.