In crossover anime, who isn't a childhood friend?

From God's perspective, he could now clearly see Hayasaka Ai enter his room, her face showing an extremely devout and excited expression. She slowly pressed her face against his pillow, waited a moment, then took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and revealed an infinitely happy smile.

Seeing him like this, Yuan Qianye's complex and conflicted feelings, unsure whether what he was doing was right, were somewhat healed.

In Yuan Qianye's room, realizing the opportunity was rare, the maid quickly became dissatisfied with just such contact.

She began to try bolder things, lifting the blanket and burying her head inside.

This pose is rather comical, somewhat resembling an ostrich burying its head in the sand when faced with danger.

However, the sight of her exposed skirt, her calves trembling slightly as she touched the ground with her toes, subtly made the scene erotic.

The only drawback of Yuan Qianye's God's-eye view is that he can't hear the sounds from the scene.

However, he could roughly imagine that the maid was probably making a very cute sound right now.

Knowing that time was of the essence, the maid's actions only lasted for a dozen seconds this time.

The next moment, she carefully took off her slippers and sat on the edge of the bed. She looked down at her feet and then at the tidy room. As if she had thought of something, she then covered her upper body with the blanket like a quirky woman, deliberately avoiding touching the blanket with her feet, and began to roll around on the bed.

If he could, Chiyo would like to say that there's no need to mind so much. Ai-chan is very clean, and he wouldn't mind if she buried her whole body, including her feet, in his blanket. But unfortunately, this idea is currently completely out of reach.

Seven or eight minutes have passed by now.

Hayasaka Ai was quite content in her current state, surrounded by the scent of Chiya.

With her eyes closed, she could almost see him lying beside her, holding her close, whispering in her ear, their intimacy unparalleled, like lovers inseparable...

However, Hayasaka Ai knew that this opportunity was hard-won, so she did not simply indulge in the act of satisfying her own lust.

She reluctantly got up and patted her flushed face, using the slight pain to bring her back to her senses.

The meticulousness and composure she had cultivated during her time as a maid allowed her to carefully check that no strands of her hair had been left on the bed before quickly making the bed and restoring it to its original state.

Unfortunately, we can't enjoy this kind of experience anytime, anywhere.

No, we can't be too greedy either.

My childhood connection with him began because of a mischievous dog, and it's quite incredible that we met again so many years later and developed into the relationship we have now.

We should be content with the happiness we have achieved and not ask for more.

Hayasaka Ai exhaled and carefully looked around the room.

The room was clean and tidy, consistent with the character portrayed by Gen Chiya; it looked like an ordinary bedroom.

There was a row of dolls placed on the headboard. I had never heard him mention having such a hobby before, so they must have been given to him by his sister or other girls around him.

Among these was a surveillance doll that she initially received as a gift from a fan, but now the doll's battery is depleted and it can no longer fulfill its important monitoring function.

But it's okay, she later sent out an even more modified and improved version.

She walked to Yuan Qianye's bedside table and subtly changed the direction of the clock she had given him.

She had felt regret during many of the nights she had spent spying on her.

Because of the angle, the built-in camera in the clock could see Yuan Qianye's sleeping posture at night, but it couldn't capture his sleeping face in the picture.

With these slight adjustments, everything will be easily resolved.

After doing all that, Hayasaka Ai suppressed the urge to do something more, thinking, "I'll just look, I won't do anything," and decided to satisfy her curiosity before going to Minamoto Chiya's desk.

But the moment her gaze fell upon the T-shirt casually draped over the back of the chair, she was as if captivated by some invisible force, and her brain instantly issued entirely new instructions that overridden her original thoughts.

These are... Chiya's clothes.

Judging from how casually it's placed, could it have been worn as pajamas last night?

Without much hesitation, Hayasaka Ai reached out and picked up the T-shirt.

The moment she touched it, she noticed that it felt slightly damp.

The weather has been sunny and dry for the past few days, so the chances of dampness are slim. It's also unlikely that clothes will be brought in before they're completely dry, and that's not a logical assumption. Therefore…

These are the clothes that Qianye was wearing, which he took off after exercising and sweating, and hadn't had time to wash yet!

In other words, the scent of Qianye carried on this garment will be several times stronger than the bedding she just touched!

Hayasaka Ai's eyes widened, and her free little hand slowly covered her mouth.

When one's emotions are particularly volatile, this is a completely subconscious action.

In the convenience store, Chiya Minamoto witnessed the entire process of Hayasaka Ai picking up the clothes he had prepared in advance, shaking her head violently as she put them down, turning around and taking a few steps, then stopping and turning back to slowly pick them up again.

Question: What kind of emotional journey does the maid's series of actions reveal behind them?

Having been observing the maid's actions, Yuan Qianye finally couldn't bear it any longer when she slowly brought her clothes closer to her face. Feeling extremely ashamed, she clenched her fist and pressed it against her face.

This feeling came about quite strangely, but it seemed to have some basis in reality.

This awkward feeling wasn't just for myself; I was also more concerned about the maid.

Seeing her do such a thing, one can't help but feel that, in a sense, her dignity in life has completely disappeared.

But it doesn't matter, as long as he doesn't say it, there won't be any problems.

As long as she feels this way, he is willing to continue to cooperate and satisfy her.

This time, the maid took three minutes.

Gen Chiya's clothes were like some kind of small animal, endowed with an incredibly cute attribute.

She hugged me, pressed her face against mine, and gently inhaled my scent... What followed was a rosier and more joyful expression on her face.

If a stranger did this to clothes that he had worn, Yuan Qianye would feel uncomfortable and think that the other person was an incurable pervert. Afterwards, he would be so disgusted that he would throw the clothes away.

However, the close relationship with the maid and the cuteness of her model only caused him to feel a subtle excitement after the initial shame had passed.

There's this inexplicable feeling that occasionally having some unusual play-like developments can be quite interesting in a mundane life.

Oh no, I've been subtly influenced by the maid too!

He silently watched as the maid fiddled with his clothes for another two minutes, then reluctantly put them back and left his room.

Yuan Qianye also breathed a sigh of relief, took a few deep breaths to calm his racing heartbeat, got up from the convenience store's rest area, and took soy sauce and sake to the cashier to queue up to pay.

Although the process was somewhat...unusual and beyond what outsiders could know, the result was good, and it was enough that Ai-chan could gain satisfaction from it.

"Here's your two thousand yuan, here's your two hundred yuan change. Have a good trip, and welcome back next time."

The previous customer left with the goods, and Yuan Qianye followed.

The cashier's eyes widened when she saw the handsome young man in front of her, and it seemed as if hearts were blooming inside them.

It wasn't until Yuan Qianye's dry cough alerted her that she snapped out of her daze.

"Ah, please wait a moment!" She lowered her head to hide her embarrassment and quickly scanned the barcodes of the two items: "Are these all you have?"

"Ah."

"The total is nine hundred and eighty yuan."

"..."

"……guest?"

The cashier, puzzled by the lack of response, looked up and saw the boy in front of her. He looked as if he had seen something incredible and froze for a moment with an expression of extreme shock and disbelief.

From Chiyo's perspective, he saw Ai-chan walk into the washroom.

In his apartment, the washbasin, bathroom, and toilet are all arranged in one room, but they are separated by sliding doors.

The maid's purpose was clear: she wasn't there to wash her hands or go to the restroom to relieve herself...

No, she did intend to resolve her physiological needs, but not the kind of physiological needs that people normally experience!

Hayasaka Ai stared straight to the washbasin.

She placed her hands on her chest, her chest heaving rapidly.

Her flushed face was full of determination, as if she had made up her mind.

The apartment is usually occupied by only the Takanashi sisters and Chiya Minamoto.

Therefore, their toiletries on the washstand are also separated into men's and women's, placed on one side of the table, making them quite easy to identify.

Hayasaka Ai raised her arm and slowly took Minamoto Chiya's toothbrush in her hand.

Her hands trembled violently, seemingly due to her inner turmoil.

Please don't do that! If you actually did it, I would cry with sorrow for you just to witness it!

Yuan Qianye howled helplessly in his heart!

"That...guest?"

The cashier reminded her again.

Actually, she wouldn't mind watching the dazed boy a little longer, since he was really good-looking, but there were other customers queuing behind him.

Yuan Qianye took a deep breath, apologized softly, took out her wallet, paid, and walked out of the convenience store.

Once outside the store, he picked up his phone and dialed Hayasaka Ai's number.

After waiting for about ten seconds, the call was connected.

"Chiya, what's wrong?" Hayasaka Ai's tone was perfectly normal on the other end of the phone.

Yuan Qianye remained calm and said, "There's a milk tea shop downstairs from my house that has really good flavors. I was just thinking of having some, so I'll bring you a cup back too. What flavor do you like?"

Hayasaka Ai hesitated for a moment before replying, "...The same as yours is fine."

"Okay, that milk tea shop is very popular, you'll probably have to wait in line for a while. If you're hungry, there are cakes and cookies in the fridge, feel free to take some and have a snack."

"Okay," Hayasaka Ai replied obediently.

After hanging up the phone, I watched as Hayasaka Ai brought her toothbrush close to her lips as if it were some kind of sacred object, just before they were about to touch.

Yuan Qianye turned off the God's-eye view.

As he silently walked toward the milk tea shop, he pinched the bridge of his nose.

My eyes inexplicably welled up with tears.

…………

Chapter 070: Completely unlike her

In fact, people are capable of doing anything to satisfy their desires.