My Yellow Hair App / Pure Love Warrior's Yellow Hair System

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Sex doesn't hold a high place in the hearts of mature married women; they value emotional comfort more than physical pleasure.

Hojo Maki's heart was stirred; the boy's innocent feelings were like a gentle caress on a lonely spot on her body.

The commotion was fleeting, and reason quickly prevailed over emotion.

“I will contact you using another number.” Hojo Maki got into character and briefly explained the informant situation.

"Okay, sure." As Shirakawa Natsu listened, his gaze fell on her lips. The light lipstick looked exceptionally beautiful on Maki's lips, and her lips opened and closed with each word.

Even though I've already sucked and bitten them, my eyes are still drawn to them when I see them again.

Every time I see it, it has a new flavor.

When asked about information related to informants, they naturally lowered their voices, and the two gradually drew closer.

The scent of a mature woman wafted into my nostrils, and my gaze went through her collar to see soft white skin. I looked deep inside and could vaguely make out a protrusion.

Hojo Maki immediately noticed that their posture was indecent, and subtly shifted her body to cover her collar: "Remember, the most important rule for informants is that no matter when or where, your safety is always the most important thing, even if it means giving up intelligence."

"I understand." Shirakawa Natsu looked away, not too embarrassed, after all, the two of them had bitten each other, although in different places.

It gives off a vibe of a wife giving instructions to her husband before he goes on a long trip.

“We’ve already taken Ken to the hospital. If you need to, you can visit him as a friend. Of course, I’ll have plainclothes officers around.” Hojo Maki finished speaking and got up to leave without hesitation.

Shirakawa Natsu watched her curvaceous figure leave the coffee shop, then pouted. Women are so fickle; that momentary ambiguous atmosphere just now seemed like nothing more than a performance.

Hojo Maki parked her car at the entrance, got into the driver's seat, started the car, took a deep breath, her expression returned to its usual dignified state, and her mood quickly calmed down.

She admitted that she had felt a moment of passion just now, but it was just a fleeting impulse from the beautiful married woman, and she quickly calmed down.

She looked up at the rearview mirror. In the mirror, she was radiant and beautiful. Time had taken away her girlish innocence, leaving behind the unique charm of a mature woman.

These years of living alone have taught her that it's better to guide than to block. Looking at her slender fingers gripping the steering wheel, she's glad she didn't have nail polish on.

Shirakawa Natsu sat in the coffee shop, watching the car drive away through the window before getting up from her seat.

Just as I reached the door, a shop assistant stopped me: "Sir, you haven't paid yet."

Shirakawa Natsu emerged from the coffee shop cursing; Aunt Maki was truly going too far.

It was already past midnight, and the bustling city of Tokyo had finally quieted down, with only a few pedestrians hurrying by.

A cool breeze swept by, and he turned up his collar and hunched his neck.

So much happened today. It all started because I wanted to try and woo the sexy fox before the side quests refreshed.

As a result, she dragged him into the vortex of gang warfare.

Shirakawa Natsu suspected that she might have offended the lecherous fox somewhere, which was why she was being tricked like this.

His impression of Kimura Momo was that she was always an observer who would not interfere in the affairs of ordinary people.

Now, she's more like a capricious fox with a mischievous smile.

They seemed to enjoy seeing him get his comeuppance.

"You damned fox." Shirakawa Natsumi grew angrier the more she thought about it. She flagged down a taxi on the roadside and gave them her apartment address.

The taxi was very fast in the early morning, stopping at the apartment entrance in less than ten minutes.

Shirakawa Natsu got out of the car and stormed to Kimura Momo's door. Without ringing the doorbell, she banged on the door.

He had just knocked when he found the door had been pushed open.

Upon entering the living room, one would see that Kimura Momo was not her usual gentle human form; her white fox ears were twitching.

Her tail was wagging behind her. She wasn't wearing any clothes, was lying on the sofa, and had her eyes smiling like crescent moons as she looked at him.

"You bastard!" Shirakawa Natsu quickly closed the door, took off her shoes, walked to the sofa, and questioned, "You definitely did this on purpose, didn't you? You almost never saw me again."

"Is that so?" Kimura Momo sat up straight, her hands supporting her on the sofa, her delicate feet swinging back and forth. "That would make me sad."

He said he was sad, but his face showed a mischievous smile, and he didn't look sad at all.

Shirakawa Natsu was furious, but she couldn't do anything about it. The wooden moss girl in her human form was gentle, polite, and seemed like a perfect human.

In her fox form, she is more like a fox spirit, with a cunning smile and even a touch of mischief.

She stood with her legs spread wide, completely unguarded in front of Shirakawa Natsu.

Shirakawa Natsu wanted to physically teach her a lesson, to make her moan and whimper, but he quickly dismissed the idea. With his current strength, he could only make the wooden moss girl feel good; she actually quite liked being on top of him.

"Why did you leave me in a place like that?" Shirakawa Natsu asked the question she most wanted to know.

Kimura Momo smiled and shook her head: "I don't know. I just did it because I wanted to."

Her answer was without hesitation, and her tone was matter-of-fact.

Shirakawa Natsumi was taken aback, her face instantly darkening: "Do you know my life might be in danger?"

"Humans always die." Kimura Momo shook her head, looked up at Shirakawa Natsu, and said, "Even if there is no danger, life will still end soon, so what difference does it make?"

"Of course I do!" Shirakawa Natsu shouted. "Don't impose your worldview on me! For me, my life right now is very important!"

“I think it’s important too.” Kimura Momo suddenly laughed, got up from the sofa, opened her mouth and bit his neck. It wasn’t hard, just a slight stinging pain with a bit of itchiness.

Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. He knew this was the fox's way of expressing friendliness, and his anger inexplicably subsided by more than half.

No one can resist a beautiful fox girl who clings to them, begs for affection, and nibbles at their neck.

“Come with me to the mountains.” Kimura Momo took a bite and then suddenly raised her head: “There are beautiful views there, and we don’t have to worry about the troubles of the outside world.”

Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. Seeing that she didn't seem to be joking, she asked, "Why?"

Kimura Momo didn't speak, but looked at him with her fox-like eyes.

Shirakawa Natsumi's clear eyes revealed no emotion.

Before coming here, I had already checked the yellow-haired guy's app. His favorability rating was 66, which wasn't high, but it was more than friendship.

But clearly, there are probably very few beings in her life that she can call friends.

The request to go to the mountains sounded more like a desire to possess him exclusively.

Just like a girl in kindergarten who gets angry when the little boy she usually plays with plays with another little girl.

It wasn't because of love, it was just a simple emotion.

“You know it’s impossible.” Shirakawa Natsu shook her head.

"Mmm." Kimura Momo didn't make a fuss and just lay on top of him.

Shirakawa Natsumi could understand Kimura Momo's feelings; her long life made her unwilling to interfere in the affairs of any other living being.

It wasn't because of any rules, but simply because she knew that everything would become unimportant over time.

Undoubtedly, she was lonely, and observing humanity was a way to find a little bit of fun in her boring life.

They want to imitate humans, to be a perfect human being, yet they keep their distance from those around them.

Yearning, yet conflicted.

It's like personally experiencing one tragic movie after another.

This is the tragedy of the immortal race.

This is also why their affection level has remained stagnant.

"Do you believe in miracles?" Shirakawa Natsumi asked, grabbing Kimura Momo's hand.

"uh-huh?"

“You’ve thrown me into this dangerous vortex, hoping I’ll have to rely on you.” Shirakawa Natsumi took a deep breath and said, “But I won’t ask you for help. I’ll handle everything on my own. If I fail, I can only go to the mountains with you. But if I succeed, please believe that a miracle will happen.”

With the Huangmao app around, his lifespan might not necessarily be shorter than Kimura Momo's.

Furthermore, Kimura Momo was interested in him and must have noticed something about him that made him different from ordinary people.

What Shirakawa Natsu said was just speculation. Kimura Momo is not human, and her sense of good and evil, right and wrong, is impossible to fathom.

Perhaps she didn't think that much about it; it was just a passing interest.

He stared at Kimura Momo's expression, hoping to glean a clue from her face.

Kimura Momo laughed and said, "Oh no~"

"Uh." Shirakawa Natsu was speechless for a moment. Isn't that how it's always portrayed in anime? Why is Kimura Momo not following the script at all?

He did indeed use a fallacy of logic, and being directly rejected like that would make him seem childish, which would be quite awkward.

“But I’m really looking forward to it.” Kimura Momo leaned her head closer. “It’s sure to be very interesting.”

"Tch." Shirakawa Natsu snorted, pulling her into his arms with one hand. He said it wasn't good, but deep down he still had some expectations.

We expect him to accomplish the impossible, and we hope that a miracle will happen.

As a result, the two slept in each other's arms all night.

The next day when he got up, his body ached terribly. Kimura Momo was still sleeping soundly, so he left the room without waking her.

He must find the murderer who shot Yuzuriha Yu's husband.

In order to avoid being abandoned by Yamagishi Hikaru outside Tokyo Bay, Kimura Momo's unpredictable personality might prevent her from helping him.

Moreover, he didn't intend to rely on Kimura Momo. If he wanted to win over this lecherous fox, he had to change her mindset.

You need to gradually convince her that she can do the impossible.

Shirakawa Natsu glanced at the time; it was seven in the morning. The sunlight outside shone on her face, making her feel warm and hopeful.

Neither Hikaru Yamagishi nor Aunt Maki gave him any news, so it seems that the search for the middle-aged man who fired the shot is not going well.

Who exactly is he, and why would he risk going against the police to kill Jian?

Didn't he know that even if he successfully killed the policeman, he would still face certain death?

While he was thinking, he suddenly received a call from an unknown number.

After the call connected, Xuanmu's voice came through: "I'll send you Jian's information to your email later, but there's nothing special about it."

"Okay, thank you." Shirakawa Natsumi wasn't surprised; it would be abnormal if the problem with the key could be discovered so easily.

Genki continued, "He won a total of 40 million yen in horse racing a month ago."

Chapter 220 Confusing

"Horse betting?" Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. Horse betting was a national sport in the East. The gamblers who went bankrupt and the horses that were euthanized left a deep impression on the world. But manipulating the outcome of horse betting was something that ordinary people could not do.

"No, if Ken won 40 million yen in horse racing, why would he be kidnapped by thugs because of loan sharks?"

“He didn’t use the money.” Xuanmu’s tone was equally puzzled: “Those thugs kidnapped him because they knew he hadn’t used the winnings to pay off his debts.”

Shirakawa Natsu frowned. People usually don't hold onto money won from gambling too tightly, but Ken, despite the risk of being kidnapped, refused to return the money. There was no doubt that there was something wrong with the money, and it might become the key to the incident.

"Beep beep beep." A phone call suddenly interrupted the call; the caller was Yuzuriha Yu.

"I will keep my promise to Ms. Hanabi. I'll take this call first." After saying that, Shirakawa Natsu disconnected from Genki and connected with Yuzuriha Yu.

"Yuzuriha-neechan," Shirakawa Natsu asked, "Is something the matter?"

Hikaru Yamagishi is a fierce cheetah, while Yuzuriha Yu is a venomous snake lurking in the shadows. He never knows when he will become the prey of these two women.

"I'm sorry, Xia, do you have time to accompany your sister to meet a client?" Yuzuriha Yu's voice was gentle: "My husband is gone, and there are still many things to deal with in the gang. I'm a little scared to meet a client alone as a woman."

Her voice was weak and helpless, like a young wife who had lost her anchor and was pleading for help.

Shirakawa Natsu hesitated briefly. He planned to take advantage of Ken being in the hands of the police to obtain some information, but he was also very curious about the client that Yuzuriha Yu mentioned: "Okay, where is Yuzuriha-nee?"

"Thank you." Yuzuriha's tone was filled with surprise. "I'll be downstairs at Xia's place in 10 minutes."

"Okay." Shirakawa Natsu hung up the phone. He knew Yuzuriha Yu's tone was fake, but for a moment he still had the strange illusion that this woman was very dependent on him and couldn't live without him. He shook his head: "Terrible woman."

He hurriedly used his newly registered SMS number to send a message to Aunt Ma Fei, asking her to send someone to protect Jian, as he was most likely a key witness.

After doing all that, I took the elevator to the first floor of the apartment building. As soon as I stepped out, I saw a black sedan parked on the side of the road.

The car door opened, revealing a jade-like foot clad in sheer black stockings and black high heels.

Yuzuriha was wearing a black halter dress today, with a low neckline that revealed a small portion of her breasts. She waved to Shirakawa Natsu with a smile on her face.

Passersby couldn't help but steal glances at the beautiful woman.

Shirakawa Natsu quickly walked up to her: "Yuzuriha-nee."

Yuzuriha smiled and reached out to grab one of his hands, gently holding it in hers. She looked up slightly and said, "Thank you, Xia. Without you, I wouldn't know who to trust."