"I'm in Tokyo, and this is some kind of movie star comeback system?!"

A suppressed panting sound emanated from the quiet space.

Sawaguchi frowned deeply and pursed his lips tightly.

A moment later, she raised her head slightly, and a soft, trembling moan escaped her throat.

The next second, the two separated.

Her small nostrils twitched slightly as she greedily inhaled the air.

Sakamoto Yu calmed his racing heart, looked up at the window, and saw through the gap in the curtains that the outside world was pitch black.

After receiving the coded message from Sawaguchi, Sakamoto Yu returned to the coffee shop and waited for five hours.

After filming the variety show in Zekou, the two met at the club.

As soon as he entered, Zekou rushed over.

They kissed all the way from the door to the inner room, not even giving each other a chance to catch their breath.

Their clothes were scattered on the ground.

The air was filled with a sweet, cloying scent.

He had lost count of how many times.

Sakamoto Yu subconsciously raised his hand and counted.

Yasuko Sawaguchi, who was beside her, came to her senses and saw the man on her pillow counting on his fingers.

Her brows furrowed slightly, she shook her head gently, then her lips curved into a smile, her eyes softened, and in an instant she returned to normal.

She reached out and pushed Sakamoto Yu with all her might.

It was pushed once, then slumped down and landed on the bed.

"Go and fix the sheets," she said in a hoarse voice.

Sakamoto Yu turned his head to look, and Sawaguchi's features appeared even softer in the hazy light and shadow. The charm he unintentionally revealed made his heart flutter slightly.

Sakamoto Yu nodded, got out of bed naked, and quietly gathered the sheets together.

When I touched the fabric, my fingertips felt a slightly cool, damp softness.

A slight smile played on his lips as he held the bedsheet, looked at the woman on the bed with a smile, and shook it at her.

Immediately afterwards, a pillow flew over.

Zekou clutched the bed sheet, glanced at him sideways, and her eyes held a hint of annoyance.

Sakamoto Yu nimbly dodged the pillow and stepped onto the bed.

Sawaguchi exclaimed in surprise, and the two rolled together again.

A short while later, another soft, humming sound rang out...

........

The next day, when Sakamoto Yu woke up, there was no one beside him.

On the table opposite the bed, there was a stack of banknotes.

Sakamoto Yu paused for half a second, got out of bed, walked over, picked it up, and took a look.

It was all in ten thousand yuan notes, at least fifty of them, totaling nearly five hundred thousand yen.

"That's really generous."

Sakamoto Yu weighed it in his hand, then put it back.

I walked barefoot to the shower room, took a shower, and then changed my clothes.

After tidying up, he walked to the table, took the money in his hand, hesitated for a moment, shrugged, and put it in his bag.

Then, he picked up the landline in the room and made a call to Hitomi Ono.

He told her to wait for him at the entrance of the film set.

After doing all this, he left the club, hailed a taxi, and headed to the film set.

In the car, he tugged at his collar and sniffed.

Even after taking a shower, the clothes still had a lingering fragrance.

When he arrived at the film set, he saw his assistant waiting for him.

I got off at Sakamoto-ya, paid the fare, and asked the driver to wait a moment.

He approached Hitomi Ono, took out 100,000 yen from his bag, and handed it to her.

Hitomi Ono accepted it with a blank expression.

"Buy me some clothes," Sakamoto Yu casually instructed.

Do you know the size?

Hitomi Ono clutched the money, glanced at Yu Sakamoto's figure, pursed her lips, and nodded vigorously.

"Okay, go ahead." Sakamoto Yu pointed to the taxi.

He ignored them and went straight to the lounge after entering the room.

He didn't fall asleep until four in the morning. To avoid being late, he woke up after hearing Zekou get up. He lay in bed for a while before forcing himself to get up.

All he wanted to do now was sleep on the sofa for a while longer.

Upon arriving at the lounge, he hadn't even opened the door yet.

Footsteps sounded behind me.

"Sakamoto-san, you're up so early?"

He paused and turned to look.

Miho Nakayama had changed into her home clothes, wearing thick glasses, and her fair face was without makeup, making her look like a girl next door.

Faint dark circles were visible under her eyes.

"Okay, come early and get some rest."

Sakamoto Yu returned the greeting and prepared to open the door, but seeing that Nakayama Miho hadn't left, he asked her:

"Is there anything else?"

Miho Nakayama quietly observed him, her gaze sweeping back and forth across his face.

Following a woman's intuition, her gaze lingered on his wrinkled collar and tired brows, and she vaguely had an answer in her heart.

Sakamoto Yu understood Nakayama Miho's gaze, looked down at his clothes, and said:

"I helped a friend move last night, she's a woman."

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Sakamoto Yu's gaze was calm, and his tone was indifferent.

Miho Nakayama was startled and froze on the spot. After she came to her senses, she waved her hands wildly.

"I didn't... I didn't say anything else."

Miho Nakayama awkwardly raised her hand to tuck her stray hair behind her ear.

"I really wasn't thinking anything of it."

"I didn't say anything else." Sakamoto Yu twisted his hand and opened the door.

"Would you like to come in?"

Miho Nakayama opened her mouth, then closed it again, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

Sakamoto Yu smiled faintly, "Just kidding, see you later."

The door clicked shut.

Miho Nakayama stood still, staring blankly at the closed door.

Sakamoto Yu entered the room; the door was unlocked, left for Ono Hitomi.

He casually tossed his bag onto the table, walked to the sofa, and lay down.

We started work at 7:00, and it's 5:00 now.

He mumbled something indistinctly, "Two more hours..."

He placed his hand on his forehead, and his breathing quickly calmed down.

.....

"Boo-hoo—"

"Sakamoto-san... I'm coming in."

Hitomi Ono gently knocked on the door and uttered a sound.

Not hearing a response, she gently turned the doorknob, peeked inside, and quickly scanned the area.

The lounge was quiet, and a sleeping figure lay on the sofa.

Hitomi Ono is holding a packaging bag and a packed breakfast.

I tiptoed in, put my things down, then pulled up a chair and sat down quietly.

She was woken up before dawn and was exhausted, but the salary was enough to make her have no complaints.

Sakamoto Yu's breathing lulled her into sleep.

She shook her head violently, forcing herself to stay upright, and looked up at the time.

With less than an hour left, she couldn't afford to mess things up.

He stood up, reached into his pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and walked out of the room.

.....

Sakamoto Yu smelled a faint scent of smoke and his body was gently swayed.

He frowned, cleared his throat, and slowly opened his eyes.

The vision went from blurry to clear.

Seeing that he was awake, Hitomi Ono gently reminded him:

"There are still twenty minutes left, let's get up and have some breakfast."

Sakamoto Yu let out a long breath, grabbed the sofa, and struggled to get out of bed.

Looking around, Hitomi Ono had already set out breakfast.

Miso soup, a small bowl of rice, mackerel, and pickles.

It was a delivered bento box, which was reheated.

"Thank you," Sakamoto Yu said in a low, slightly hoarse voice.

Only then did he realize that he was covered with a thin thermal blanket.

Hitomi Ono neatly sorted the receipts and the remaining money and handed them back to him.

"I bought two pieces of clothing and this blanket."

Sakamoto waved his hand, "Take it, keep it for buying things. If you need more, just ask me."

The aroma of food makes my mouth water and my throat move.

He picked up his chopsticks and began to wolf down his food.

Have you eaten yet?

Sakamoto asked vaguely.

"Yes, I've already eaten."

Hitomi Ono responded softly.

She looked at Sakamoto Yu, her eyes darting around, as if she wanted to say something.

"What's wrong?" Sakamoto Yu asked after taking a bite of rice.

Hitomi Ono shuddered, her small hands clenched into fists and hidden at her side.

"Mr. Zhongshan just stopped me and asked me a few questions."

She glanced at Sakamoto Yu discreetly.

He ate his food heartily without reacting.

Hitomi Ono had no choice but to continue:

She asked Sakamoto-san if he had gone to move last night, and also asked if that person was Kudo-san.

Sakamoto Yu picked up a piece of mackerel, licked his lips contentedly with the last mouthful of rice, and then drank the miso soup in one gulp.

"What did you say?" Sakamoto Yu pulled out a tissue, preparing to wipe his mouth.

Ono Hitomi lowered her head. "I didn't answer. After Nakayama-san finished asking, I ran away."

Sakamoto Yu paused, his gaze falling on Ono Hitomi, who dared not look at him. After a long pause, he couldn't figure out how to speak, and finally just gave a flat compliment:

"Yes, well done."

Hitomi Ono's shoulders relaxed as if a weight had been lifted from them, and her lips twitched slightly.