Crossover Anime: The Widow's Husband Joins the Wives' Chat Group

She quickly looked away, but she had already memorized the lines of his abdominal muscles and the curve of his waist.

Miyamoto Yumi couldn't help but blush.

She pretended to straighten the hem of her bathrobe to cover up her embarrassment, but accidentally revealed more of her thigh skin.

Yuu Kamishiro seemed to notice her embarrassment.

He considerately turned around to pour water, giving her room to adjust.

This small gesture warmed her heart.

She put her hair up in a bun again.

Yumi Miyamoto used a hair tie she found in the bathroom.

She tied her half-dry black hair into a loose bun.

A few unruly strands of hair hung down the back of her neck.

She swayed gently with her movements.

This hairstyle makes her look both casual and sexy.

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She herself was unaware of this.

I just wanted to make myself look less disheveled.

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Seeing Miyamoto Yumi with her hair up,

Yuu Kamishiro couldn't help but chuckle mischievously.

Yuu Kamishiro hung the towel around her neck.

Glistening water droplets dripped down the ends of her hair.

A winding trail of water was left on his chest.

He walked casually to the coffee table.

The hem of the bathrobe swayed gently with each step.

The barely visible lines of her calves were coated with a honey-colored sheen under the light.

"Want something to drink?"

His voice carried a relaxed quality unique to someone who has just had a shower.

Long, slender fingers brushed against the rim of the glass.

Yumi Miyamoto sat upright at the other end of the sofa.

He feigned composure and tugged at the hem of his bathrobe.

But the silk fabric slipped a few inches off.

She lowered her head and pretended to fix her hair.

Little did they know that this movement made the curve of the back of their neck appear exceptionally graceful.

A few strands of damp hair clung to her skin.

Like the ink marks left casually by a calligrapher.

Suddenly, Yuu Kamishiro knelt on the wool carpet in front of her, a move that caught Yumi Miyamoto off guard and made her hold her breath.

He reached for the hairdryer at her feet, and a slight shiver ran through him as the plug brushed against her bare ankles.

"I get a headache if I don't dry my hair."

He spoke with focused eyes, yet his fingers moved with unusual gentleness as he ran them through her hair.

The warm air hummed.

Yumi Miyamoto's reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window in front of her...

I saw their figures intertwined in the night.

She belatedly realized that

The ties of my bathrobe had come undone at some point.

A section of her collarbone was exposed.

Meanwhile, Yuu Kamishiro's bathrobe collar was already wide open, and water droplets were slowly sliding down the grooves of his abdominal muscles.

Chapter 141 Miyamoto Yumi: Sato Miwako, how did you know!

Yuu Kamishiro gently stopped Yumi Miyamoto from behind.

A cool morning breeze drifted in through the half-open window, carrying a hint of coffee. Yumi Miyamoto stood at the kitchen counter, a freshly brewed cup of black tea in her hand. She felt the warmth emanating from behind her and paused slightly.

Yumi Miyamoto felt a broad chest behind her.

His arm encircled her waist, neither too light nor too heavy, yet impossible for her to ignore. Yu's chin rested gently on her shoulder, his breath brushing against her ear, carrying a faint scent of pine. She instinctively held her breath, her fingers tightening involuntarily, causing subtle ripples to spread across the red "547" tea in her cup.

She couldn't help but blush.

Yumi Miyamoto lowered her eyelashes, trying to hide her slightly flushed cheeks. She rarely felt another person's presence so close, especially Yu Kamishiro—a man who was usually so composed, yet now exuded a languid intimacy.

The two continued their ambiguous interactions.

Yuu's fingers gently rested on her wrist, his fingertips lightly brushing against it. Yumi could feel his body temperature, slightly higher than usual, like the warmth of someone not fully awake after waking up. She hesitated for a moment, then didn't pull away, only muttering softly, "...Stop it."

His response was a low chuckle, the vibration of his chest traveling through her back, making her heart beat slightly faster.

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The next day, when Miyamoto Yumi woke up.

Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled patterns on the floor. She blinked, her consciousness returning, and realized she wasn't lying in her own bed.

He found himself lying next to Kamishiro Yu.

The man was still fast asleep, his profile exceptionally clear in the morning light. His eyelashes cast a small shadow beneath his eyes, and his breathing was steady and gentle. Miyamoto Yumi paused for a second, then recalled the events of the previous night—she had found out that Kamishiro Yu was speeding, and then…

She sat up abruptly and ran her fingers through her slightly disheveled hair.

She picked up her phone and saw a message from Miwako Sato:

"How did it go? Did you go to the hotel?"

"Are you still able to come to work today?"

Yumi Miyamoto stared at the screen, her lips twitching. She took a deep breath, her fingers flying across the keyboard, replying with a hint of embarrassment and indignation:

"You know that too!"

After sending the message, she rubbed her temples, turned to look at Kamishiro Yu who was still asleep, and sighed helplessly.

—This is going to be complicated to explain.

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Yumi Miyamoto stood at the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department, took a deep breath, and tried to appear nonchalant. She straightened her uniform collar, making sure there were no suspicious marks, before pushing open the glass door and going inside.

In the corridor, Sato Miwako was leaning against the photocopier, holding a cup of coffee in her hand. When she saw Miyamoto Yumi, a mischievous smile immediately appeared on her lips.

"Oh, so you've finally decided to come to work?" Miwako raised an eyebrow, her gaze sweeping over her meaningfully. "Looks like last night's case analysis meeting went on very late."

Yumi Miyamoto's ears burned, but she feigned composure and walked to her desk, putting down her bag. "Stop talking nonsense. I just... worked too late and overslept."

"Working overtime?" Miwako chuckled and slowly strolled over to her side. "Working overtime next to Kaminari Yu?"

Yumi Miyamoto looked up abruptly, her eyes wide: "How did you know—"

Miwako waved her phone, and on the screen was a photo of Yuu Kamishiro helping her, who was drunk, into a car last night: "I'm very good at surveillance and evidence collection."

Miyamoto Yumi snatched the phone away, gritting her teeth: "This is an invasion of privacy!"

"I'm just concerned about my colleague's safety," Miwako blinked innocently. "After all, who knows if someone might take the opportunity to torture me?"

Miyamoto Yumi's face flushed red, and she grabbed the folder on the table and threw it at her: "Shut up!"

Miwako easily dodged, her smile widening: "Such a strong reaction, it seems something really did happen last night."

"Nothing happened!" Miyamoto Yumi gritted her teeth, but her voice unconsciously lowered a few decibels.

Miwako leaned closer to her and lowered her voice: "Then why are you wearing his shirt?"

Yumi Miyamoto froze.

——It’s over.

She covered her face, wishing she could disappear on the spot.

Miwako patted her shoulder and said earnestly, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

Just as Miyamoto Yumi was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she heard her add, "—Unless you treat me to lunch for a month."

"Miwako Sato!"

In the office, Yumi Miyamoto's roar echoed throughout the entire floor.