If I don't capture the girl, I will die

Well, that's right.

Ji Qi looked down at the chat history on his phone, then looked at Mashiro next to him, and thought secretly.

They are now in Mashiro's hometown.

That is the United Kingdom.

I didn’t expect that the words of comfort I gave to him would come true.

"Seven is chatting with other girls again."

On the streets of London, Mashiro glanced at Ji Qi with his narrow and long almond-shaped eyes and said calmly.

Her calm tone made it impossible to tell her true emotions.

Mashiro is not a jealous person. Her usual little tricks or straightforward approach are more due to her panic and insecurity. She doesn't know how to express it and is afraid that he doesn't want her. If you say she is jealous, she is, but the proportion is not as strong as imagined.

For example, Ji Qi has come all the way from Japan to the UK to accompany her. Even an ordinary girl would be extremely touched, not to mention Mashiro who is usually satisfied with just being with her.

Although it was not shown too obviously, Mashiro has been in a very happy mood since Ji Qi came to England.

Therefore, Himechi, who judged that Mashiro was not angry at all, said confidently:

"No, it's about work!"

"Well……"

Now it was Mashiro who was at a loss. She had just said it casually. It was a bad habit instilled in her by the fairy Rita Yamada, and there was no deeper meaning.

"Let's continue shopping."

Ji Qi said this without blushing or beating his heart, secretly lamenting that he was really going further and further down the path of being a scumbag.

The innocent girl nodded, her eyes narrowed happily, and her slender hands in thick gloves held his hands. Even through the gloves, he could feel the warmth she exuded.

It's snowing heavily in London.

The cold wind penetrated into the throat mercilessly, and every breath was accompanied by a cold white mist. Ji Qi carefully tidied up the loose scarf for Mashiro to prevent the cold wind from invading her, and then the two of them walked on the streets of a foreign country in the New Year, blending into the beautiful snow scene.

Ji Qi had no special purpose for this trip to England except to pick up Mashiro, so he was in a relaxed mood and just treated it as a normal trip.

Although Mashiro grew up in this empire on which the sun never sets, as she said, she has been drawing since she was a child. She can be said to be a real "homebody". She is not much more familiar with her "home" in London than Ji Qi.

At this moment, walking hand in hand with her sweetheart along the Thames, wandering aimlessly, made Mashiro, a girl who was easily satisfied, have the illusion that there were only two of them left in the world. She felt deeply happy and silently cherished every minute and every second.

Ji Qi held a camera in his other hand. Whenever he felt there was a suitable opportunity, he would stop and take pictures of Mashiro or the scenic spots. Occasionally, he would hand the camera to passers-by to take a photo with them and record this sweet moment.

"seven……"

"Ok?"

Hearing Mashiro's gentle call, Ji Qi stopped temporarily.

"seven……"

The girl placed a hand on her heart and repeated it in a small voice with a hint of sweetness.

Ji Qi looked at her with a little confusion.

"I've been so happy since before..."

Mashiro raised her head slightly, her cherry blossom-colored eyes sparkling and dazzling.

"I feel very happy just walking with Qi like this. I don't know why, but I just want to walk with Qi like this... forever..."

Mashiro, who had always had a blank expression on her face, curled up the corners of her lips, revealing her shallow dimples, forming a beautiful picture in this snowy scene.

"I also want to be with Mashiro forever." Ji Qi hugged the girl and let her lean slightly against his arms.

"But Qi still has Shiyu."

"...!"

Such a warm atmosphere was suddenly filled with such a sentence. Mashiro is really good at ruining the atmosphere!

Ji Qi’s face froze.

Mashiro seemed not to notice the subtle atmosphere and calmly gave him a blow, "And Sagiri."

"She's my sister."

This time Ji Qi had the confidence to speak.

"Will Qi leave me one day?" The girl spoke incoherently, her demeanor as always.

Facing Mashiro's style, Ji Qi, who had long been accustomed to it, did not care and solemnly promised:

"will not."

"Really?"

"real!"

"That's good."

Mashiro gave another faint smile.

Ji Qi gently rubbed her head, but unfortunately, at this time, he still couldn't understand the true meaning hidden in Mashiro's words.

It was a heavy feeling that as long as he didn't leave her, it didn't matter if there were other girls around.

……

When I got home, it was completely dark.

Today, Ji Qi took Mashiro to visit the famous attractions in London, which are also places that almost every tourist who comes to London will visit. Even with Mashiro's influence in the art world, even if they want to visit Buckingham Palace, they can do it.

At this time, the embarrassing situation of Ji Qi's identity was revealed. It was true that he possessed huge wealth, and his presence was also present in the British financial market, but that was in the dark and unknown. Simply put, he had money but no fame or connections. He was just a nouveau riche, of course, the highest kind.

As soon as he went out, he didn't have the influence of Zhenbai's identity, which gave him a subtle feeling.

As for Mashiro, she had never thought about this at all.

In her eyes, whether Ji Qi is a poor ordinary person or a rich man, it will not affect her feelings.

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It's hard to write without feeling

Chapter 499: Branch Line Recovery

dinner time.

Mashiro's home is a small villa with two floors. From the outside, there is nothing special about it. At most, it has some Japanese style. But when you walk into the house, you will find that the spacious corridor with European-style decoration is filled with framed art paintings.

There are landscapes, figures, art paintings, oil paintings, and everything else, giving people the illusion that they are walking in an art exhibition.

These are all the works that Mashiro has accumulated over the past decade.

Some of the paintings clearly show a sense of immaturity, but it is this contrast that brings out the passage of time.

“These paintings should be valuable, right?”

Walking in the colorful corridors, admiring one painting after another, Ji Qi thought about the problem with unromantic thoughts.

There's nothing he can do. Even though he has a girlfriend who is an artist... or a pet, but when it comes to high-end things like art, besides admiring how beautiful it is, the only thing he cares about is the price.

I don’t know how these two people with completely different personalities came together.

Of course, no matter how much he thought about it, Ji Qi would never auction off Mashiro's paintings. He was not short of money. At most, he would hold an art exhibition for others to appreciate and admire the paintings, thus satisfying his own materialistic mentality.

However, after seeing these paintings, Ji Qi suddenly felt that he could also learn to do the same.

After a few years, when you see the paintings accumulated in their home, you will definitely feel a different kind of warmth.

"Ji Qijun, do you think now that Mashiro should really go paint?"

Behind Ji Qi, a pleasant female voice with a British accent was heard.

Rita Ainsworth.

Mashiro's best friend, and also her only friend and bestie since childhood. Due to various special reasons, their relationship is even better than that of ordinary childhood sweethearts.

Ji Qi turned around and saw the British girl blinking her sapphire eyes at him.

Since she was at home, Rita's clothes were very ordinary, just a pink sweater. Her tall figure matched the simplicity of home clothes. This somewhat contradictory temperament and style was matched flawlessly by the girl.

Moreover, the turbulent breasts that only Europeans have and the beautiful face make Rita, a blonde European beauty, exude fatal temptation.

In terms of first impression alone, Rita is even more impressive than her best friend Mashiro.

Mashiro's beauty is not inferior to Rita's, but to Asians, beauties like Rita are naturally more attractive with their curvy figure.

Retracting his gaze, Ji Qi smiled and said, "I have always felt this way."

Yes.

He never let Mashiro give up art painting.

Because in Ji Qi's opinion, this is not an irreconcilable problem.

"Actually, I regretted it after I agreed to let Mashiro go to Japan. Very much." Rita took two steps back, looked at Ji Qi, and suddenly said.

It can be said that she was the one who single-handedly arranged for Mashiro to go to Japan to study comics. Without her, Mashiro, who needed others to take care of her even in her daily life, would have no idea how to go abroad.

Helping friends fulfill their dreams seems to be what a good friend should do, but only Rita herself knows what kind of dark thoughts she had in mind when she did this.

Because I'm jealous of Mashiro's talent.

Because I can't stand the fact that Mashiro, who has such a terrible talent, chose to give up painting and draw comics.

This is simply the greatest insult to art and to people like her who have no talent.

Therefore, the devil within her made her do something extremely impulsive.

But ever since Mashiro went to Japan, Rita has been suffering from the condemnation of her conscience, which is like a thorn in her flesh and cannot be shaken off every minute and every second.

It's like a devout believer who finds out that he has done something against the will of heaven and feels extremely anxious.

It was not until she communicated with Mashiro every day and learned indirectly that Mashiro had not given up on the path of art that Rita felt she had a chance to atone for her sins.

This was also the reason why she restrained herself from going directly to Japan to bring Mashiro back.

"Oh? Are you afraid that the pure Mashiro will be kidnapped by a stranger online?"

Ji Qi said with interest. Although he had sensed something vaguely, he was not a love guru. Before the girl confessed her true feelings, he could not say that he could figure out what this girl who always smiled was thinking.

By the way, since Rita's Japanese was not very fluent and it was tiring to watch, he always spoke to Rita in English when they were alone.

All the previous efforts were not in vain!

"I didn't know Mashiro would be so close to you and make that kind of request."

A hint of jealousy flashed in Rita's eyes. Before Mashiro went to Japan, Mashiro's father had contacted the relatives there - the Yukinoshita family. She was relieved because she heard that they were quite famous in the local area.

Unexpectedly, by some strange coincidence, Mashiro actually lives next door to Ji Qi, a 'stranger netizen'!

Despite the guarantees from the Yukinoshita sisters and the Yamada family, Mashiro did not live directly in Himeshichi's house, but she was extremely wary of boys she had never met.

It's really because of Mashiro's personality that one can't help but worry.

However, should we say that he is worthy of being a man who has conquered all the girls around him?

After just two days of getting along, she actually felt quite relieved to leave Mashiro to Ji Qi... ?

After all, you see, Ji Qi has a face that perfectly fits the characteristics of an Asian, European or American person, and he behaves in an unusually gentle and mature manner. In every sense, he is an impeccable man.

Except for the fact that he is a bit fickle.

"I was also very surprised, you know? When Mashiro was at the airport, he actually used the announcement to notify me to pick up my lost property."

Talking about their first meeting, Ji Qi's face showed a hint of helplessness and doting, as if he had imagined the scene. Rita pursed her lips and smiled, as beautiful as a blooming rose.

"This is indeed what Mashiro did."

Himeshichi and Rita met because of Mashiro. With this pure and flawless girl as a bridge, the two seemed to have endless topics to talk about.

The relationship progressed rapidly.

So much so that Ji Qi noticed their atmosphere and couldn't help but say: "I always feel like we are Mashiro's parents."

"Ji, Ji...Ji...Ji Qijun? What are you talking about?"

The British girl, who was not much more experienced than Mashiro in terms of emotions, instantly blushed thoroughly, looking extremely attractive, and even stuttered when she spoke.