Chapter 449

"Kitakami-kun, are you alright?"

With her leg caught on Kitakami Yoru's body, rising in that position would be awkward and truly embarrassing, so Yuigahama Xianghui chose to turn her head to check on Kitakami Yoru's condition.

"Huu... huu..."

"Xianghui-jie... you... you..."

"You're crushing me..."

Kitakami Yoru's expression was twisted and pained, his breathing coarse and heavy, giving one the feeling that he was in extreme agony.

This led Yuigahama Xianghui to mistakenly believe that Kitakami Yoru had been hurt in the fall.

She hurriedly twisted her waist and turned her upper body.

"Huu... sss..."

"Xianghui-jie, you're crushing me to death... *cough, cough*..."

At this moment, Kitakami Yoru managed to raise his hand with great effort and said to Yuigahama Xianghui in a strained voice.

"Are you sure you're okay? Looking at your condition, it doesn't look like you're okay at all..."

Yuigahama Xianghui was worried.

"I'm fine, it's just that you... you're crushing me, Xianghui-jie..."

Struggling to lift his head, Kitakami Yoru squeezed out a smile.

"Why are you making that face? You scared me to death..."

Yuigahama Xianghui let out a sigh of relief, her body relaxing as she pressed down on Kitakami Yoru.

As someone with a nursing license, her reaction to injury and illness was certainly different from that of an ordinary person.

For example, when an ordinary person suddenly catches a cold, they might just think they caught a chill.

But Yuigahama Xianghui would think deeply: is it the influenza virus? Is there a problem with some organ in the human body causing a chain reaction, leading to a drop in resistance?

Flesh wounds are minor matters.

What about bone injuries, or even spinal cord damage, leading to a lifetime of paralysis?

Like cancer, the probability is very low, but there isn't a single person who isn't afraid of it.

"Ah, ah..."

Just as Yuigahama Xianghui relaxed and sat down, Kitakami Yoru let out two nasal hums.

Patting the dust off his backside and back, Kitakami Yoru sat up, hunched over.

He didn't dare to straighten his back, let alone stand up.

Yuigahama Xianghui, whose mind had just recovered from a blank state, felt the shyness on her mature, gentle, and charming face about to melt into water, dripping from her hazy, beautiful eyes.

Frightened, she simply chose to turn away and play dumb.

As if nothing had ever happened.

But while she could fool others, she couldn't fool herself...

"This is just too... too... too... too... too..."

Yuigahama Xianghui's mouth was open wide enough to swallow a whole king oyster mushroom.

The evening breeze was very cool.

Suddenly, Yuigahama Xianghui's mobile phone rang with a sharp, urgent ringtone.

In the silent, pitch-black night, it gave her a huge fright, and her heart panicked.

She checked the caller.

It was even worse than she thought.

"Hasn't Yui already gone to sleep..."

"She's still calling me, what should I do... what should I do..."

Yuigahama Xianghui, spinning around in anxiety, truly didn't know what to do.

Answer the phone...

What should she say...

Stall!

After hesitating for a while, Yuigahama Xianghui, whose brain had crashed, chose this method.

She would just find an excuse later to cover it up.

At this moment.

At Yuigahama Yui's house.

Yuigahama Yui, who had gotten up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, saw that the call wouldn't go through and simply gave up.

74: A metaphor for a confession?

Kitakami Yoru exhaled a coarse breath filled with a strong hormonal scent.

It transformed into a heavy hammer with the power of a mental shock, striking Yuigahama Xianghui's heart beat by beat.

"Let's sit for a while, I can't get up for the moment."

"To think such an accident would happen, could Xianghui-jie have done it on purpose?"

Having barely recovered, Kitakami Yoru contemplated while looking at Yuigahama Xianghui's back.

This Xianghui-jie, shocked and frightened, had turned her back, not daring to face Kitakami Yoru to speak proactively.

A few minutes later.

Kitakami Yoru felt a bit more comfortable and slowly opened his mouth to speak: "Xianghui-jie, I'm better now, you can turn around."

"Ah... um... okay."

At this point, just hearing Kitakami Yoru's voice gave Yuigahama Xianghui a start.

Turning around stiffly, she looked at Kitakami Yoru, who was reaching out his hand toward her, presumably wanting her to pull him up.

"Yeah."

With a soft response, Yuigahama Xianghui walked over and pulled Kitakami Yoru up from the ground, still not daring to look him in the eye.

She could only lower her head in embarrassment to express her apology.

"It's not like you did it on purpose anyway, Xianghui-jie, it's fine."

"I'll accompany you to the hotel now, do you need me to go home and get a flashlight?"

Kitakami Yoru said, his gaze falling on Yuigahama Xianghui's full chest.

"No need, I have a spare flashlight at home, let me see the hotel address."

Yuigahama Xianghui waved her hand.

"Oh, alright, just a moment."

After Kitakami Yoru finished speaking, he opened the map app, zoomed out, and quickly found the hotel's address.

"It's right here, taking a shortcut should be a minute or two faster."

Kitakami Yoru said calmly, showing the hotel displayed on his phone map.

Yuigahama Xianghui took a close look, felt a sour ache in her spine, and glared at Kitakami Yoru with panicked, beautiful eyes, exclaiming: "You're taking your sister to a love hotel!"

"Nani? No... well, yes..."

"Xianghui-jie, this is the only hotel nearby..."

Kitakami Yoru's brain was a beat slow, because there were too many layers of meaning that could be interpreted from Yuigahama Xianghui's sentence.

"No... how could I go to a love hotel."

"Even though you're accompanying me, we aren't staying together, but that... that..."

Was Yuigahama Xianghui afraid of love hotels as if they were some kind of flood or wild beast?

Be careful, or you'll be called over often in the future...

"I heard that love hotels don't have front desks, and guests check in by themselves; is Xianghui-jie worried about being seen by others?"

Kitakami Yoru recalled and explained.

He hadn't been to a love hotel either; it was all hearsay.

Internet cafes, hotels, and so on in Japan.

Except for tourists with short-term visas, none of them require the registration of any citizen information.