Horse Girl, Your Friend is Fighting Her Way Out of the Horse Racing Track

Meanwhile, in another room.

The three leaders considered themselves to be very self-disciplined.

But tonight, she had a slight doubt about her judgment.

The cause of the matter is very simple.

She's lying in her bedroom bed now, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep at all.

Is it because of the time difference when flying from Japan to the UK?

No.

She flies around so frequently that time difference is no longer an obstacle for her.

But the restlessness in her heart tonight prevented her from calming down.

Ok.

She had to admit that poetry and wine made her somewhat anxious.

After all, if the other person hadn't looked so much like her idol, she probably wouldn't have made the impulsive decision to let him kidnap her and bring him to her hotel.

'What's going on with that little pony girl who has such a similar temperament to her?'

Is it a coincidence?

She held her phone up to her face, scrolled through it for a while, then put it down, stared at the ceiling, then picked it up again, and put it down again.

This was repeated about four or five times.

Interlude: Chapter 392 Do you understand what filial piety and righteousness are?

'...'

The three leaders sighed, sat up, and put their feet into their slippers.

'Go see if the little foreign girl next door has kicked off her blanket, so she doesn't catch a cold.'

She gave herself a very good reason.

The artificial flame in the fireplace in the living room was still lit, casting a dim, yellowish glow over the entire space.

The three men, wearing slippers, walked from their bedroom doors to the opposite door and gently pressed the doorknob down a little.

The door was opened a crack about an inch wide.

No sound.

Doom, Big Three, are you still a ninja?

She pushed the door a little wider, turned sideways, and carefully slipped inside like a golden shaded dog with emerald green eyes.

The bedroom was quiet. The blackout curtains on the French windows weren't fully drawn, and the city lights outside seeped in through the gaps, casting an ambiguous hue of deep blue and warm orange overlays over the entire room.

The person on the bed was already fast asleep.

Poetry and Wine lay on their side, facing the window, the blanket pulled up to their chin, pressed tightly against the glass.

The girl's long black hair was spread out on the pillow, a few strands falling onto her cheeks, rising and falling slightly with her steady breathing. Her long eyelashes, like feathers, trembled occasionally.

She was wrapped in a large, pure white blanket, her usual stern and seemingly perpetually breathy demeanor from the daytime was gone.

The sleeping poetry and wine look unexpectedly...

tempting.

'You can't think like that.'

The three leaders shook their heads, banishing the strange and inexplicable thoughts from their minds.

She stood by the bed, tilted her head, and carefully examined the girl's quiet profile.

Somewhere in my mind, a familiar outline began to faintly overlap.

'……strangeness.'

Her gaze shifted back and forth between the poet and the wine, and the familiar feeling grew clearer and clearer.

A distant face surfaced in my memory.

Is it in a manor house in the south of France? Or perhaps a high-end restaurant?

It doesn't matter anymore.

The setting sun slanted into the large French windows, and the black-haired girl who always leaned against the window without speaking had her profile in the light.

She suddenly smiled to herself.

The three giants couldn't help but blush.

"Stop teasing me like that."

The blonde girl muttered something and turned her head away, but her eyes sparkled with joy.

……

The three leaders stood in the darkness, watching silently for a long time.

Her hands started moving uncontrollably.

She slowly reached out, her fingers gently touching a few stray strands of hair on Shi Yujiu's cheek, tucking them behind her ears, and then gently...

He touched the cheek of Poetry and Wine.

'Hmm. Feels good.'

The three giants' devout actions went unnoticed.

Poetry and wine hadn't worn off her; her brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, then relaxed, and she continued breathing steadily.

The three leaders withdrew their hands, lingered on their fingertips for two seconds, and then she finally emerged from her strange emotions.

The blonde horse girl lowered her head, covered her mouth with her hand, and tried very hard to suppress her laughter.

'...What am I doing?'

She straightened up, glanced at her phone screen, then at the poetry and wine on the bed, a mischievous yet delightful glint in her emerald green eyes.

Three minutes later, the three men had quietly moved a chair from the other side of the bed, dragged it to the bedside, sat down, took out their phones, unlocked them, and switched to camera mode.

She leaned closer, adjusted the angle, and aimed the lens at the still-sleeping poetry and wine—

She turned the shutter sound to silent.

One.

I'm not entirely satisfied with the composition, so I moved it forward a little more.

Two.

Restore the shutter sound to default.

'Hmm, this angle is good.'

The three sat in their chairs, picked through the two photos, chose the one with the best lighting, added a retro-style filter, and casually added a caption to the edge of the image.

"Hehehehehe, I found an innocent foreign pony girl on the plane to London and just fell for her."

"Let me stay in your room tonight. This is how summers in Europe should be spent. Thank God, thank the Arc de Triomphe, thank Theresienwiese, Japan."

send.

The three giants slammed their phones on their laps and silently shrugged their shoulders, trying to control the force.

After sending it, she idly looked at the two photos she had taken earlier.

My gaze unconsciously fell back to that quiet profile.

'But why? It really...it really looks like her.'

The three leaders pursed their lips, thought for a moment, and then opened their social media apps.

'Send this to Manya and Yongwu, I wonder if they have any clues.'

The three giants switched back to the camera, focusing the lens once again on the poetry and wine on the bed, and readjusted the angle.

This time she wanted to take a clearer picture, one where her facial features were clearly visible, and send it over to ask questions.

The second just before the shutter is pressed.

"..."

The person on the bed moved.

The three giants' fingers froze on the shutter button.

Poetry and Wine slowly lifted their eyelids.

His dark eyes gradually focused, meeting the three giants who were holding up their phones, bending over and leaning closer in a very suspicious posture.

The two people stared at each other, less than half a meter apart.

silence.

'...'

The three giants didn't make a move.

Neither the poem nor the wine were touched.

On the phone screen, within the camera viewfinder, the image of Poetry and Wine just opening their eyes and staring at the lens with a resentful expression is clearly captured.

The shutter hasn't been pressed yet, but this scene is already classic enough.

"Click".

The three women slowly put their phones away, and at the same time, an awkward smile appeared on her face.

"Ha ha……"

"Bonsoir!"

She said good evening in French.

Poetry and Wine lay on their sides, silently staring at the three giants with eyes filled with sleepiness and melancholy.

[A very hurtful string of profanities.]

The three leaders felt that the other party would probably say something like that.

“I’ll come…” She cleared her throat, quickly searching for the right words in her mind. “I’ll come see if you’ve kicked off the blanket.”

Poetry and Wine were speechless as they listened to the other's righteous words.

"...You didn't kick off the blanket, right? That means you slept very well, very well, very well,"

The three giants were spouting completely incomprehensible words, while their bodies began to slowly retreat towards the bedside in a guilty-looking manner.

"Then I won't bother you any longer..."

"Wait a moment."

Poetry and wine have spoken.

"Were you taking pictures of me just now?"

"no!"

The three leaders answered so quickly that she didn't even have time to react. Then, she paused for a moment, feeling a little guilty, and changed her words.

"...Well, I only took a tiny bit of a picture."

"Give it to me."

"..."

The three giants gripped their phones tightly, their emerald green eyes darting around rapidly.

The other person just woke up and is probably exhausted; they couldn't outrun me even if they tried to run. If all else fails, I can take the initiative and pin them to the bed.

Interlude: Chapter 393 The Mastermind Revealed

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