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"If Feng likes it, how about a little more?"

"I want to talk to Feng a little more."

It's true that the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie.

Mingze Feng shook his head and said, "I don't like it."

"Just kidding, just kidding..." Misaka Hatsuka waved her hand, her face slightly somber. She said, "I don't like drinking either, it's just..."

Her golden hair cascaded down slightly, partially obscuring her eyes.

Misaka Hatsuka opened her mouth, then hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but didn't. Her conflicted expression suggested she wanted to confide a secret, yet was unsure whether to speak it or not.

"I...didn't want to either. It's just..."

Her voice was so soft it was like a sigh, like a struggle of not knowing whether to continue.

Even Mingze Feng couldn't help but glance at her a few more times.

To be honest, her acting skills are quite good; it's a shame she doesn't make movies. Also, her appearance is truly outstanding; her delicate and pitiful look would evoke pity in any man.

If it were somewhere else, Mingze Feng would probably stay a little longer to see what kind of story she was trying to tell.

Tears welled up in the girl's eyes.

Ming Zefeng smiled, stood up, and refused to serve him anymore.

"I am leaving."

"Oh—no..."

Mitsumaki Hatsuka instinctively called out. Still gathering her emotions, she hadn't expected Naruzawa Kaede to act so unpredictably. But after uttering just one word, Mitsumaki Hatsuka immediately took a deep breath and calmed herself down.

As an idol, one cannot fail at this crucial moment when facial expression management is essential.

Xiangzi isn't here; this is one of her few opportunities. She must seize it.

Misaka Hatsuka stood up, her eyes glancing slightly at the table, and 'accidentally' touched a wine bottle. The wine spilled directly onto her expensive dress, but the girl seemed oblivious.

She strode forward and grabbed Mingze Feng's wrist.

"I...I have something I want to tell you! Please, it's very, very important!"

Her grip was tighter than expected.

"Xiangzi?"

Mingze Feng frowned. He turned his head, his gaze lingering briefly on the blonde beauty.

A night breeze swept across the terrace, causing the champagne bubbles to burst on the rim of the glasses, filling the air with a subtly sweet aroma. A waiter, who had been approaching with a large white towel, stopped in his tracks upon seeing this. Disrupting the guests' enjoyment or ruining their plans was unacceptable.

Under the starry sky, on the terrace.

The wind gently lifted Misaka's blonde hair, reflecting the city lights. Her breathing seemed a little rapid. Her pounding heart, combined with the drink she had just taken, made her cheeks flush slightly.

At this moment, her deep purple eyes glistened with tears, and white mist escaped from her delicate pink lips on her rosy cheeks.

"I... what Xiangzi said... ugh..."

It was as if she had spoken too hastily, and had to swallow the words she wanted to say. Only her hand, gripping Mingze Feng's wrist, remained stubbornly firmly in place.

Mingze Feng's gaze swept over her flushed cheeks and then fell on her moist purple eyes.

The wind started to blow again.

The golden threads fluttered gently, white mist drifted around the corners of her lips and face, and the surroundings were filled with a faint aroma of wine. It was a very subtle scent, like green apples.

Is this still acting?

Mingze Feng looked at her fingers. She was gripping them tightly, and her eyes showed no sign of feigning it.

Mingze Feng asked, "...Downstairs?"

Sanjiao Chuhua was stunned for a moment, then closed her eyes excitedly and nodded vigorously.

Mingze Feng even saw tears floating among the flying strands of hair.

What's with this damn campus romance heroine vibe...?

He glanced down at the disheveled state of the girl's clothes.

Mingze Feng took the towel from the waiter and placed it in her hand.

His tone became a little softer.

"Don't do that again..."

Sangoka took the towel in a daze, glanced down at her dress that was soaked with alcohol, and her fingers tightened slightly.

Deep down, I felt a sensation I had never experienced before.

Sanjiao Chuhua didn't know what it was. She gave a soft "hmm," her voice sounding as if it had been carried away by the night breeze.

But she did not let go of Naruzawa Kaede's hand.

Mingze Feng looked at the fingers that were still tightly gripping his wrist; they were slender, yet they carried a strong force.

Misaka Chuka's gaze did not relax either; her purple pupils shone with starlight, a moist sheen, and a suppressed, unspoken emotion.

Really.

Mingze Feng sighed inwardly.

Since she mentioned Xiangzi's name, let's listen to what Xiangzi had to say.

"Let's go."

"Mingze Feng said."

Misaka Chuka paused for a moment, then gave a faint smile and breathed a sigh of relief.

She let go of her hand, the towel draped across her waist and hanging down to her wet skirt.

She walked briskly towards the elevator, her skirt swaying slightly.

Mingze Feng followed without hesitation.

As night deepened, the breeze on the terrace continued to blow gently, carrying away the aroma of champagne.

On the Thames, the bustling noise of tourists lingers. But inside the building's elevator, an eerie silence reigns, broken only by the low hum of mechanical operation.

Misaka Hatsuka lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on the gleaming stainless steel elevator wall, which reflected the figures of the two of them.

Misaka Hatsuka wouldn't have let the atmosphere escalate to this point, but at this moment she had no intention of finding a topic to talk about between the two of them.

Her mind was in turmoil.

Sanka Hatsuka's hand rested imperceptibly on the towel at her waist. Unconsciously, the scene of Naruzawa Kaede speaking softly to her earlier echoed in her mind.

"Don't do that again next time..."

Mingze Feng's voice still echoed in his ears, low and somewhat nonchalant with helplessness.

Sanjiao Chuhua pursed her lips slightly.

She hated this feeling.

This feeling made her inexplicably irritable again.

'Ding--'

The elevator arrival announcement sounded, and the elevator doors slowly opened.

Misaka Chuka took a breath, as if trying to suppress all the emotions she shouldn't have. She turned and walked out, her steps light, as if nothing had happened.

Ming Zefeng looked away from her without saying a word, and followed quietly behind her.

He glanced at his phone as well.

It's 7 p.m., thirteen minutes to go.

Let's try to finish the battle before 7:30.

.........

Mingze Feng had only ever seen suites with a living room and separate rooms online.

This is a Hilton hotel in London, so the decor goes without saying. Huge floor-to-ceiling windows stand in the south of the living room, offering a view almost identical to that from the rooftop terrace.

London at night is illuminated by rows of lights and rows of rooftops, creating a cityscape that blends classic and modern elements.

"Please have a seat. There are plans for tomorrow on the table... Feel free to flip through the script for Ave.mujica as well. I think Xiaoxiang would be very happy to hear your opinions."

After leaving those words, Sanjiao Chuhua went inside.

She said, "At least let me change out of this inappropriate outfit."

The door closed gently behind me, and the room fell silent instantly, with only the whispers of the city outside the window.

Mingze Feng stood in the entrance hall, his gaze sweeping around the interior of the room.

The suite's decor was indeed exquisite, from the warm-toned lighting on the walls to the neatly arranged black leather sofas, all exuding the restraint characteristic of high-end hotels. A faint fragrance permeated the room, like a blend of sandalwood and rose, not overpowering, yet it seeped into the air, causing one to slightly furrow their brow.

There were indeed several documents on the table, one of which was Ave.mujica's script, with an icon printed on the cover, indicating that it was an internal document.

Mingze Feng sat down on the sofa and casually flipped through the pages.

His gaze fell on the first page of the script. Mingze Feng's fingertips rubbed the edge of the paper, but he only paused for a second before putting it down.

With just one glance, he could tell that Xiangzi was definitely acting out his teenage angst again.

More than that, he was concerned about what Mikasa had just said.

— Xiao Xiang would be very happy to hear your opinion.

Chu Hua deliberately mentioned Xiangzi, clearly intending to use this to grab his attention.

Ming Zefeng chuckled noncommittally and took out his phone to check the time.

7:05.

He looked up at the closed door; Sanjiao Chuhua hadn't come out yet.

If the wait is too long, you might consider just leaving.

However... since we're here, let's see what tricks she's planning to pull.

He leaned back lazily on the sofa and casually sent a message to Kikuri Hiroi: "I should be done by about 7:30. I'll bring you some dessert when I get back."

Immediately following were two text messages from Kikuri Hiroi.

"Is a barbecue okay? I bought some really expensive-looking red wine."

"But it's quite cheap."

Of course, no problem... wait...

Naruzawa Kaede: "Let's drink after the show...at least before the show. It'll be a disaster if I can't get up tomorrow."

Hiroi Kikuri: "Hey~ mua! (*╯3╰)"

Ming Zefeng casually placed his phone face down on the table, crossed his legs, leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and waited for the door to open.

We'll expose them directly later.

I should call Xiangzi.

Mingze Feng can also leave at any time by pushing open the door.

There are so many things that can be done. With so many cards, how could Triangle Chuhua possibly beat him?

......

The bathroom was filled with steam. The sounds of showering and water splashing against skin echoed throughout the room.

In the mist, Sanka Hatsuka crossed her arms and slowly rested her head against the wall.

"Aha--"

Hot water flowed over her neck, chest, buttocks, and thighs, washing over her face after she had removed her makeup.

what happened?

The gentle, hammer-like touch of the shower gradually calmed Hatsuka Sangoku.

calm--

Just because of a towel? Or is it because he's handsome? Or is it because he's afraid Xiangzi will lose her temper?