Gensokyo, I am a slime, everyone loves me.

Kamishizawa Keiin was also stunned on the spot, but she quickly reacted and glared at Fujiwara Mokou.

"Meihong!"

Kamishizawa Keiin's voice was noticeably colder than usual, frightening Fujiwara no Moekou so much that she quickly shrank her neck and shook her head like a rattle.

"No, I didn't. I don't know anything!"

"Don't know? Then explain to me what's going on!"

"I, I really don't know. I just saw him being followed by a few female monsters with bad intentions on the road, so I helped drive them away. Then he asked me to take him to Terakoya."

Fujiwara no Moeko explained eagerly to prove her innocence.

Kamishizawa Kein looked at Fujiwara Moekou's anxious and serious expression, and couldn't help but wonder if she had really misunderstood Moekou.

However, the next second her suspicion turned into anger and surprise—

Bai Luo looked at Fujiwara no Mohong with a grief-stricken look, tears dripping down his face, and he choked and said:

"You clearly said that day that you would always protect me, but not long after, you ran away alone, liar!"

Fujiwara no Momoru was stunned, and when she came to her senses, her eyes widened. She opened her mouth but didn't know how to argue.

She has no impression at all.

How could I possibly do such a thing?

Dou E wasn’t so wronged!

Suddenly, Fujiwara no Mokou felt a murderous aura locked onto her, making her feel a chill in her heart.

Fujiwara no Momoko swallowed her saliva and saw that Huiyin's face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot, her hands were clenched into fists, and she exuded a dangerous aura.

"Fujiwara no Mokou!"

Huiyin gritted her teeth and called out her full name almost word by word, and Fujiwara no Mokou's body suddenly stiffened.

She turned her neck with difficulty and met Huiyin's extremely cold gaze, and couldn't help shivering.

"Hui, Huiyin, if I say I didn't do anything, would you believe me?"

Shang Bai Ze Hui Yin took a deep breath and ignored her. Instead, she turned her head and looked at Bai Luo, speaking gently:

"Can you tell me how you and Meihong met and what happened?"

Bai Luo wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, nodded vigorously, and recounted the story he had just spent five minutes making up in detail.

The story is exciting.

The more Fujiwara no Moeko listened, the paler her face became.

Especially when she heard the last sentence - "Before we left, I specially gave Meihong a pink dress", she completely couldn't hold it in anymore.

She had inexplicably found this skirt from under the closet not long ago. She wanted to throw it away, but when she thought it might belong to Huiyin, she kept it.

When Kamishizawa Huiyin heard about the pink skirt, she was skeptical at first because she had no impression that Meihong had ever worn a skirt.

However, when she saw Meihong's obviously abnormal expression, she realized that what Bai Luo said was true.

"Is what Bai Luo said true? Do you really have a pink skirt?"

Kamishizawa Huiyin asked.

Fujiwara no Moko was so upset that she didn't know how to respond.

Silence was tantamount to consent, and Shangbai Ze Huiyin's face suddenly turned ashen.

After all, she was still her best friend. Shang Bai Ze Hui Yin sighed and barely suppressed her anger: "I'll settle the score with you when I get home tonight."

Fujiwara no Mokou nodded silently, not daring to say a word.

She began to suspect that perhaps those things really happened, but she had forgotten them because of amnesia.

Thinking of this, she looked at Bai Luo with a hint of guilt in her eyes, and said solemnly as if she had made up her mind:

"Don't worry, if things are really as you said, I will definitely take responsibility for you. At that time, I will disclose our relationship to everyone and will never let what happened today happen again."

"Need not."

Bai Luo waved his hands quickly, "As long as you put on the women's dress I gave you and let me take a look at it, I will be satisfied."

Fujiwara no Mokou was stunned. She didn't expect Bai Luo to make such a request.

"Can you change it?"

she asked tentatively.

Bai Luo shook his head and looked at her eagerly.

Fujiwara no Mokou hesitated for a long time, and finally compromised: "Okay."

Bai Luo immediately smiled happily and pulled Fujiwara no Mokou towards the residence in the Magic Forest.

"Wait for me!"

Huiyin caught up.

Fujiwara no Moeko looked back in confusion. "Huiyin, don't you still have classes? Why are you following me?"

"There's still some time before class starts, so it won't be late."

Huiyin waved her hand, her tone becoming more serious: "I've never seen you, Meihong, in women's clothing, let alone a pink dress. It's such a rare opportunity for you to dress like a woman, how could I miss it!"

Fujiwara no Mokou didn't think anything of it at first, but after hearing what she said, she suddenly felt something was wrong, and her ears felt slightly hot.

The words were already out of her mouth, so she could only bite the bullet and answer: "I just think that thing is troublesome to wear. I'm not used to it. I'm more comfortable in what I have now."

"Oh~"

Huiyin asked with a long smile, "Then why are you planning to wear it now?"

Fujiwara Mohong glared at Huiyin, then curled her lips and said, "Because this dress has special meaning, and I've already promised Bai Luo, it's okay to wear it."

She tried hard to maintain a natural demeanor, but facing Huiyin's gaze, she felt increasingly embarrassed.

Soon, the three of them arrived at the cabin where Fujiwara no Mokou lived.

Fujiwara no Mokou never does things in a sloppy manner. She walked into the room alone, opened the closet, and found the pink dress.

She put on her skirt a little clumsily, tied the belt, and fumbled with her shoes and socks.

however……

The skirt is too short.

And the skirt is slit, so if you shake the skirt slightly or bend down, you can see the scenery inside!

A trace of shame and anger appeared on Fujiwara no Momo's blushing face. She reached out and tugged at the hem of her skirt, trying to close it, but it was no use.

Just then, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Meihong, are you still not feeling well? Do you need my help?"

Came the voice of Kamishizawa Keiin.

"No, it will be ready soon!"

Fujiwara no Momoko responded quickly, then simply pulled the hem of her skirt down a little to barely cover it.

"Okay, come in."

After hearing her words, Huiyin pushed the door open and walked in, followed closely by Bai Luo.

The moment Huiyin's eyes fell on Meihong, her eyes suddenly lit up.

"very beautiful."

She was sincerely impressed.

Meihong always wears her white shirt with red overalls. This is the first time Huiyin has seen her wearing a skirt, and it’s pink, the color that represents girlishness.

If she had a camera, she would have recorded this precious moment.

While Huiyin was still sighing, Bai Luo next to her had already taken action.

Under Fujiwara no Momoko's astonished gaze, he took out his camera, pressed the shutter button rapidly, and took more than a dozen photos in succession.

7

Chapter 7 Youxiang: I am waiting, and I will keep waiting.

Seeing Bai Luo holding the camera, Fujiwara no Mokou reacted and became anxious.

She wanted to go forward and grab it, but the skirt, which had been pulled down forcefully, could no longer hold up and returned to its original position.

“Crack—crack, crack…”

Another burst of sound was heard, and Fujiwara no Moeko hurriedly blocked it, her cheeks clearly flushed.

"Stop taking pictures! Give me the camera."

"No, these are all the beautiful memories of you and me, my most precious collection."

Bai Luo shook his head vigorously: "If one day I really can't see you, or it's my turn to forget you, these photos can still serve as a souvenir."

After saying that, Bai Luo took a few more photos and then put the camera back into his stomach.

"What a wonderful memory this is!"

Fujiwara no Momoru gritted her teeth, and even her ears turned pink.

If it were someone else, she would have used her Phoenix Fire to burn the other person to ashes. She wouldn't have been so unreasonable.

"Why don't you delete the photos first? I can continue to wear them for you to see in the future, right?"

"No, no, no! It's different!"

Bai Luo shook his head and took a few steps back, but looking at Fujiwara no Mokou's sad expression, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Don't worry, I won't show these photos to outsiders. All my photos are stored in my stomach."

Bai Luo turned and left. Before leaving, he seemed to remember something. He turned back, propped up his chin with his index finger and said with a smile: "I'm staying at the Yakumo residence for the time being. Remember to come and visit me when you have time."

After saying this, he disappeared without waiting for the other party to answer.

"Yakumo residence? Is he related to Yakumo Yukari?"

Fujiwara no Mokou was so devastated that she began to suspect that the stories Bai Luo had described before were false.

Calm down now.

If you think about it carefully, you will find that there are too many loopholes in those stories.

The memories of the time period described by Bai Luo.

Although not very profound, the memory is quite complete, with no symptoms of memory loss at all.

……

the other side.

Bai Luo was in a good mood, humming a little tune on the way back to the Happy House.

When he was about to reach the sunflower field, he suddenly realized that the Happy House had been burned down by him.

"I just told Meihong that I was staying at the Yakumo residence. So, your memory hasn't fully recovered yet?"

Bai Luo muttered.

[Information. My memory was fully restored upon awakening, and no sequelae were detected. This is entirely due to Bai Luo's poor memory.]

The great sage is still explaining diligently.

"Talking nonsense!"

Bai Luo waved his fist in anger.

The winter sunset is orange, pouring down layer by layer. Not only are the clouds dyed golden, but even the snow on the ground is golden.

The Happy House is halfway finished.

The Great Sage is not working now.

Even though the great sage would not feel tired, Bai Luo still couldn't bear to let him work day and night.

There's no rush anyway, so why not take it slow?