Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

Sangoku Hatsuka raised her hand, pressed it to her chest, and clenched it tightly. The agonizing pain made her gasp, feeling her heartbeat gradually calming down.

She looked up at her face in the mirror.

"In my loneliest moment, it was Xiangzi who reached out his hand to me. We made a promise; I would become someone who shines..."

Only in this way can I stand by Xiangzi's side.

"Right now, Xiangzi needs me..."

Mikasa looked at her own eyes in the mirror.

"Now I am able to stand beside Xiangzi."

Soon I will be able to stand by Xiangzi's side.

"But Xiangzi's gaze... always lingers on you."

"So...I'm sorry."

"I was right..."

The mist on the mirror had obscured the reflection of Sanjiao Chuhua. She raised her hand and wiped it away, leaving only a blurry outline.

"I won't lose," said Misaka Chuka.

Then, she took down the hanging bathrobe and put it on, placing her hand on the doorknob and umbrella.

Misaka Hatsuka still didn't dare to go out in her bathrobe.

She found a cool and refreshing outfit.

"Mr. Feng—"

Sitting on the bed, Sanka Chuka adjusted the hem of her clothes to make herself less revealing.

She called out, "Could you please come in for a moment? I... have something I'd like to show you."

Chapter 7 National Idols Won't Give Away at Light Speed

"What's wrong? Come here."

It must be admitted that the girl's clothes in the room were very nice.

Underneath her light clothing, her long, fair legs, folded together, drew admiring glances, while her ample bosom was a rarity among her peers.

The pant legs of the triangular Chu Hua's clothes were split up to her waist, and the clothes covered half of her thighs, yet the inner side was vaguely visible. This kind of mystery is most likely to attract attention.

Triangle Chuhua does indeed have a very beautiful appearance.

Mingze Feng has not denied this matter.

Especially after learning some secrets that were not suitable to be told, I didn't know how to tell Xiao Xiang.

That said, Mitsumi Hatsuka's face does indeed bear a resemblance to Toyokawa Shoko's.

Delicate features, an adorable round face, and bright eyes. If she changed her hair color and wore a little makeup, she could easily resemble him by 80%.

It was precisely these slight similarities that made Mingze Feng give Sanjiao Chuhua a slightly more favorable look.

Otherwise, I would have slapped him twice already.

And what's this about him not being worthy of being by Xiangzi's side? The last person to say that was Yamada's cheap father-in-law, Naruzawa Kaede... well, never mind, let's just say a few words to his father. But where did this cheap aunt of yours come from?

but now...

On the bed inside the door.

Looking at that face that was so similar to Xiangzi's, he made an expression that said, "You can have whatever you want."

Mingze Feng's breathing became heavier...

I'm a little annoyed. What kind of crazy thing is this woman doing with a face that looks a bit like Xiangzi's?

Naruzawa Kaede had witnessed Shoko's naked appearance and had also admired Shimizu Eliza's exquisite mixed-race face and devilish figure. He wouldn't be swayed just because a woman was sitting on his bed.

But now, this guy.....

Have some self-respect and dignity, will you?

"..."

Inside the door, Sanjiao Chuhua grew anxious as she watched Mingze Feng hesitate to enter the room.

Her blonde hair hung down slightly, and Triangle Chuhua seemed to have made up her mind. Her fingers, which had been intertwined on her thighs, slowly rose and gently pressed against her chest.

Sanka took a deep breath, her chest heaving even more noticeably.

She told herself that everything was for tomorrow.

"...Maple?" The faint voice was exceptionally clear in the empty room.

She said, "I feel a little discomfort in my chest..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the room became so quiet that the hum of the air conditioner could be heard. Apart from that, all Mikasa could hear was her own heart pounding harder and harder.

Bang bang - bang bang -

"It's probably because the air conditioning was too cold after I just took a shower..." Misaka Chuka said softly, "Could you come over here for a second?"

Ming Zefeng's lips twitched slightly, a half-smile playing on his lips: "You can even do this one step?"

Misaka Hatsuka forgot to retract her outstretched arm, and the smile on her lips froze.

She could slowly slide off the edge of the bed, walk barefoot towards Mingze Feng, and stand in the dim doorway, her shadow cast on the floor.

Mingze Feng watched as Sanjiao Chuhua walked over.

As she approached, a cool, refreshing fragrance filled the air.

Her fingers gently tugged at the hem of Mingze Feng's clothes, and she whispered, "Feng..."

When she looked up, her eyes were full of charm; her bright and moist eyes would soften anyone's heart.

Even the strands of hair seemed to exude a subtle fragrance.

Mingze Feng knew it was the smell of shower gel.

Sanjiao Chuhua was starting to feel restless.

She placed herself in front of a man she had only met twice.

How shameless...

"That's what Triangle Chuhua thought."

Immediately afterwards, she heard Mingze Feng's voice.

"How shameless..."

The same.

Mingze Feng's breathing became heavier.

Sanko Chuka paused for a moment, realizing something was wrong, and was about to back away.

Mingze Feng reached out his hand and grabbed her wrist.

"Ouch..." The girl instinctively let out a clear and melodious cry.

The sound made Mingze Feng more alert, and his gaze followed Sanjiao Chuhua's shoulder to look into the room.

Are there a dozen or so cameras? I don't know if the content is stored on the internet or locally.

Sanjiao Chuhua tugged at her wrist, but instead of moving it, she felt a sharp pain in her wrist as Mingze Feng exerted even more force.

"Um... let's talk this out," Mikasa Hatsuka said with an awkward smile, "can you let go first...?"

Mingze Feng withdrew his gaze.

"Because of Xiangzi, do I subconsciously feel that I'm also innocent and kind...?"

Looking into the girl's trembling purple eyes, Naruzawa Kaede said, "Sanka Hatsuka, you haven't heard Shoko tell me about my story with her, have you? Where did you get that part about me being harmless from?"

Just as Sanjiao Chuhua was about to speak.

Naruzawa interrupted her again, "Ms. Mana, you'll be here in half an hour... Do you know what a normal man can do in that half hour?"

Misaka Hatsuka's smile froze on her face as she asked incredulously, "What...are you talking about?"

Mingze Feng sighed, grabbed her wrist, and lifted it high. Pulled like that, Sanjiao Chuhua had to stand on tiptoe to barely support herself.

But even with her toes on the ground, Chu Hua's calves quickly began to tremble. Even so, she gritted her teeth and persevered.

[Could it be... that Mana has already... oh, someone from the company... the Toyokawa family...]

Seeing that this woman's mind was full of power struggles within wealthy families, she even came up with the idea of ​​him conspiring with Junta Mana to harm her.

Ming Zefeng shook his head. Why did this person seem so out of place on this film set?

Intelligence and perseverance could have been used in much better ways.

"Still playing dumb, huh..."

Ming Zefeng grabbed her hand and lifted her up a little further. Just as her toes left the ground, he grabbed her waist.

"Then let me ask you another question."

"Are the cameras in the room connected to the internet?"

Triangle Chuhua gradually lost her expression.

She just had this feeling that... no matter what she did, she was always being watched.

So... from the island, then to Tokyo... and now to London... nothing has changed...?

Is this... the powerful hand of the Toyokawa family...?

Mingze Feng saw everything.

In her mind, Narusawa Kaede and Junta Mana had both become members of the Toyokawa family.

Perhaps, Sanjiao Chuhua has experienced being monitored?

But now that things have come to this, all Mingze Feng can say is that there's always a reason why someone is pitiful.

“Local…” Misaka Hatsuka said softly, “After all, how could I possibly trust an online account?”

The deep purple eyes no longer held any warmth.

The face, which had been drooping and hidden in the shadow of blond hair, lifted up again.

Misaka Hatsuka glanced at Naruzawa Kaede's hand gripping her waist and sneered, "So you already know... Well, let me tell you, this very spot is also within the recording range..."

"Including the part where you put your arm around my waist~"

"Guess what Xiangzi will think when he sees this?"

Misaka Hatsuka couldn't help but laugh.

"Are you terrified? Scared? Or perhaps regretful? Wait, what's with that expression?"

However, the anticipated reversal of the situation did not occur. Mingze Feng's face remained completely expressionless.

On the contrary, Mingze Feng's gaze towards her became increasingly pitying.

It's like really looking at stray cats and dogs on the street.

Mingze Feng released his hand from Sanjiao Chuhua's waist, slowly raised it, and moved it upwards along the abs of Sanjiao Chuhua's lower abdomen.

The itching sensation on her skin prickled at Sanka Chuka's nerves, and her rapid heartbeat was almost deafening. Sanka Chuka couldn't help but swallow the saliva secreted in her mouth. Her body trembled slightly, and a layer of sweat seeped out from her soft skin, making her skin appear as if it were burning hot with a ring of pink.

The hand finally landed on Sanjiao Chuhua's heart.

Naruzawa Kaede breathed a sigh of relief at Mitsumi Hatsuka's already flushed cheeks.

"...Guess if I'm scared right now?"

Mikasa Hatsuka swallowed hard. "No, impossible...you..."

“I really don’t understand.” Mingze Feng interrupted her, took a deep breath, and said, “Why would a girl use her innocence to slander me? I’m really not a person with a good reputation. If you’re going to drag someone down with you, at least find a hypocrite.”

Why can't we have a little more self-respect?

Cherish yourself.

Mingze Feng clenched his fist, ignoring the pain on the girl's face, and said bluntly, "People who know me usually call me a scumbag."