Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

Yamada Ryo walked beside Narusawa Kaede, who would hold her hand when there were few people around and hold her shoulder when there were many people.

This time, seemingly to prevent Narusawa from acting strangely, Yamada Ryo changed into looser pants.

Mingze Feng still tried to put his arm around her waist.

At night, there are two or three small rock live performances in the city.

Metal and folk music are just two streets apart, and even locals are moving small plastic stools to watch the performances.

Mingze Feng and his companion were also warmly offered two stools.

When they returned to the Midori Hotel hand in hand with Yamada Ryo, it was already late at night. Yamada Ryo was drawing a map of the route further north.

On the northwest coast of England, near the Scottish border, lies a national park covering 2,300 square kilometers. That's the Lake District of England. Loch Windermere is located here.

'Age, wealth—here you can forget the differences in life.'

The next night, neither of them felt sleepy at all.

Naruzawa Kaede met Yamada Ryo's golden gaze and felt a flicker of attraction. Yamada Ryo raised an eyebrow, his toes already moving towards the door.

Naruzawa Kaede grabbed Yamada Ryo's hand first.

"cold......"

"Um... Maple, this is my first time..."

Yamada Ryo frowned, a hint of panic in his eyes.

Even Ming Zefeng felt that the hand he was holding had become much softer at that moment.

Naruzawa Kaede swallowed hard and gently took Yamada Ryo's hand.

As Yamada Ryo's face grew increasingly flushed, he put it down.

Mingze Feng made a suggestion.

Prayer should be done with both hands, and two people should pray together.

Yamada Ryo bit her lip.

However, she didn't refuse.

"Consider this a thank-you gift from bass today... Don't think too much... Close your eyes..."

"When I'm doing that to you, you're not allowed to open your eyes..."

Closing your eyes doesn't dispel this enchanting atmosphere. In fact, Yamada Ryo probably never considered that the five senses can compensate for each other.

When he closed his eyes, Naruzawa Kaede could even hear Yamada Ryo's rapid breathing, and the girl's hand movements became more obvious... zipping up?

"that..."

"what--"

Naruzawa Kaede's sudden words seemed to startle Yamada Ryo, who playfully poked him with her finger.

Mingze Feng gasped, but there were still some things he had to say.

"It will get stuck..."

"Ah...this, so..."

Although Narusawa Kaede couldn't see it, she could tell from Yamada Ryo's trembling voice how shy the girl was at that moment.

Thinking about it this way, I want to watch it even more.

So Mingze Feng squinted and took a look.

Yamada Ryo lowered his head and stared at the spot where his hand was pressed.

Her voice was still trembling slightly.

"So...thick..."

Wow...she's so beautiful.

Through the deep blue strands of his hair, his golden eyes also reflected this atmosphere, and Yamada Ryo was staring intently at them...

Yamada Ryo seemed to sense something and looked up. Narusawa Kaede hurriedly closed his eyes, pretending to be nonchalant. He wiped his mouth, suppressing a smile that he could barely contain.

"No, it's not that, it's that the zipper gets fuzzy..."

Yamada Ryo stared at Narusawa Kaede.

She even slightly tiptoed, and Mingze Feng heard her raise her hand.

Then a gust of wind rushed towards my face.

The wind was a bit cool, and the coolness itself eased the heat on Mingze Feng's face, but the restless heat lingered elsewhere.

Yamada Ryo sat down on the edge of the bed again.

"Oh... then don't move... and don't open your eyes..."

As Yamada Ryo spoke, she slowly raised her hand a few centimeters and placed it on the belt at her waist.

The area below my navel is really itchy.

When Naruzawa Kaede told Yamada Ryo about it, she only replied "endure it," taking it as Naruzawa Kaede teasing her.

In fact, Yamada Ryo himself was completely baffled by this situation, his head was spinning.

But she didn't regret it...

I'm just researching how to solve this thing.

The clicking sound lasted for more than half a minute, coupled with the unbearable itching on his skin. Naruzawa Kaede reached out and scratched himself, grabbing Yamada Ryo's hand in the process.

Yamada Ryo let out a sound of surprise, and then saw Narusawa Kaede loosen his belt in a couple of quick movements. But that wasn't all; a button caught Yamada Ryo's eye.

"...Why are you here...? Let go of my hand, it's too much trouble, do it yourself..."

"Just using my hands, they're cold, please, I'm begging you..."

"...Hmm."

"Then, then let go, and turn your hand behind your back..."

Following Yamada Ryo's words, Narusawa Kaede had just put his hands behind his back when the buttons on his waistband popped open.

Once Yamada Ryo makes up his mind, he acts very swiftly.

Her fingers were slightly cold.

"What does it taste like...?"

......

"Ah...wait, here..."

"Eee ...

......

Inside the bathroom, Naruzawa Kaede was rubbing Yamada Ryo's hair with a face full of exasperation.

Yamada Ryo leaned back in her chair, a bath towel on her back, her posture languid yet slightly weary, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders and neck, just like it had been a moment before.

There was also a hint of feigned composure in her expression.

"He didn't even tell me beforehand..." Liang muttered softly, her eyes slightly red.

"He didn't even say a word before coming out, humph..."

"She's not even a good girl in our family. Her hair is only a little long, and she already dares to play with it."

Yamada Ryo stared at her phone screen, her lips already pouting. Just as she was about to speak, she clicked her tongue, and a salty taste rose up again.

Yamada Ryo knew it was her imagination; she had brushed her teeth, and even Narusawa Kaede had helped her wash her face.

Now it's time to wash my hair...

Naruzawa Kaede's fingers gently massaged Yamada Ryo's scalp. The comfortable pressure made Yamada Ryo relax his shoulders and feel as if an electric current was running through his spine.

"Yeah..."

Yamada Ryo breathed a sigh of relief. His phone screen lit up, and Narusawa Kaede saw Yamada's father's chat interface, with many unread messages.

Yamada Ryosuke pouted, unconvinced, and said, "That wasn't..."

I just wanted to play a prank. I didn't expect it to end up splashing everywhere.

She didn't know how to put it.

Mingze Feng gently poked her head.

"You just wanted to tickle me... and your face was so close..."

"You really did have your eyes open!"

"They're so close, you can practically feel their breath!"

"Well..."

Yamada Ryo pouted and remained silent.

Mingze Feng, holding the showerhead, said, "Close your eyes."

Yamada Ryo obediently closed his eyes.

Warm water washed over her forehead and then seeped into her hair. Three or five streams of water flowed down her face, a sensation that reminded Yamada Ryo of what had just happened—several streams of water hitting her face and slowly flowing down.

To be honest, these aren't good memories.

"Next time I won't gurgle...cough...cough..."

They were choked by the water flow.

The way it coughed was exactly the same as before.

Sure enough, no matter how cold or sassy a girl may seem, she has a warm heart.

Ming Zefeng moved the shower aside, somewhat speechless. "Can't you say what you have to say later? Why do you have to say it now?"

"I'm here to tell you..."

Yamada Ryo was about to speak when he suddenly paused. Thinking about it carefully, it was actually... a good opportunity, wasn't it?

"Blow-dry my hair later...tomorrow night...I can still......"

Yamada Ryo's voice grew softer and softer, almost like a mosquito's buzz, and Narusawa Kaede had to lower her head to hear what she was saying.

"Okay... let's do it again..."

Oh ho...

"Liang, you're so kind... thank you..."

Naruzawa Kaede gently nuzzled Yamada Ryo's ear, whispering words of affection.

"Well..."

Yamada Ryo's cheeks flushed slightly as she reached out to fan herself.

"It's so stuffy in the room... Stop messing around. Your hair isn't clean yet, it smells terrible... If you don't wash it properly, you're not getting into bed tonight!"

"Okay, okay..."

Naruzawa Kaede played with Yamada Ryo's hair, laughing as she did so.

"Miss Liang, I long for you to carry my scent..."

"Just kidding...the wind blew..."

Yamada Ryo reached out and pushed away Narusawa Kaede, who was blowing the wind in her face, and chuckled as she patted Narusawa Kaede on the shoulder.

"Use a hairdryer, why are you talking to me like that..."

Naruzawa Kaede went to the other side and blew on Yamada Ryo's face.

Having just taken a shower, Yamada Ryo's cheeks looked exceptionally delicate, fair and rosy, as if they could drip water.

Those eyes, brimming with affection, were half shy and half annoyed by Ming Zefeng's teasing, making them incredibly adorable.

Looking at that delicate nose, the lips were outlined with fine lines, and a few drops of water remained on the pink lips, reflecting crystal-clear iridescent colors.

Without hesitation, Ming Zefeng hugged her and kissed her.