Squeak...
The bathroom door is open, the mist is floating, the lights are turned off...
Miss Miyano, wearing a white bathrobe and a hair scarf on her head, walked out slowly.
The bathrobe was like a white gauze dress, revealing a graceful neck and distinct collarbone, a well-proportioned figure with perfect curves, and jade-like legs with a slight hint of pink.
She looked straight at Sakaki Makoto, and Sakaki Makoto also looked straight at her.
"Ahem, the organization has arranged a flight for me at 9 o'clock tomorrow night..."
Sakaki Makoto unbuttoned his shirt and said:
"I think I'll be back in a few days."
"Oh, tomorrow..."
Hearing this, Miss Miyano looked a little lonely.
She cannot be accompanied.
Once he falls into the hands of the FBI, Sakaki Makoto can still escape with his wits, but she is different...
Her identity and information were all fake. The FBI only needed to do a little investigation to find out that she was Shiho Miyano.
By then....
This is a serious matter.
In order not to make her boyfriend worry, she immediately cheered up and said with a smile:
"Stop looking and go take a shower first."
Sakaki Makoto immediately went into the bathroom.
Tomorrow night's flight...
It was indeed a bit hasty.
It also means that he won't be able to see Miss Miyano or have sex with her in the next few days.
How can we not seize the time?
After washing in no time, Sakaki Makoto wrapped a bath towel around his waist...
In life, there must always be a sense of ritual.
As soon as he walked out of the bathroom, Sakaki Makoto was shocked by the scene in front of him.
In the middle of the room, with her bathrobe thrown aside, Miss Miyano was performing the splits, stretching her soft body to her heart's content.
This scene...
This reminds Makoto Sakaki of a poem by an ancient poet:
The body of a beautiful girl in her twenties is as soft as butter, and she carries a sword at her waist to kill foolish men.
Although no one’s head is seen falling, it secretly makes one’s bones dry up.
Specific source...
Sakaki Makoto couldn't remember.
Anyway, it is the most appropriate word to describe the scene before my eyes.
Miss Miyano stopped moving, her long eyelashes fluttering, and she said softly:
"what's on your mind?"
The fan blades of the wall-mounted air conditioner are swinging, and the 22° cold wind makes the room cool but the heart warms.
"I was wondering..."
Admiring the scene before him, Sakaki Makoto smiled:
"Where did you learn yoga?"
"Five years ago."
She raised her eyebrows:
"Is that all you think?"
"more than."
"Go ahead."
“It’s too explicit.”
“........”
Sakaki Makoto sat on the bed, put his arm around his girlfriend's waist, touched her cool and smooth skin, smelled her refreshing body fragrance, and whispered in her ear:
"or...."
"Let Kidd fend for himself."
Kidd: ?????
“Ah~”
Miss Miyano turned her head jokingly and looked at him:
"That's all you're saying now..."
"Won't we still be on the plane to the United States on time tomorrow night?"
She glanced down:
"The body is quite honest."
"The same to you..."
Sakaki Makoto kissed his girlfriend's wet lips and said seriously:
"I promise that I will be back within half a month."
“That’s right!”
Miss Miyano suddenly slapped her boyfriend's dishonest hand under her, stuck out her butt, crawled to the head of the bed, opened the cabinet...
Took out a bunch of keys.
"This bunch of keys can open my house in the United States."
She stared at the key in her hand and said with some nostalgia:
"If you're in danger, go there..."
"I left something in the basement of the house that should be able to help you."
"thing?"
Sakaki Makoto was somewhat puzzled:
"What did you leave in there?"
"Nothing special."
Miss Miyano said with a deep gaze:
"Just a Harley."
"It's been so long, I don't know if I can still drive it, the key is in the car."
"Well...be careful when driving. I had a friend in college who loved to modify vehicles. He modified that Harley motorcycle carefully..."
“..........”
Let me tell you one thing...
Now, Makoto Sakaki has developed a psychological trauma from these modified cars.
A motorcycle that even Miss Miyano said she should drive carefully...
How wild can it be?
“The address of the house is 122 7th Avenue, New York City.”
She threw the key to her boyfriend and yawned:
"I'm so sleepy..."
The ice-blue eyes gradually became wet, and while Makoto Sakaki was thinking about something...
She suddenly rushed over, straddling her boyfriend, reaching down with her slender hands, her eyes curved into crescents, and she smiled slyly:
"Don't look at it, it's all yours."
"You have to pay me for riding my bike, right?"
Sakaki blinked.
He rode away Miss Miyano's motorcycle, and Miss Miyano rode on him...
There's give and take, nothing wrong with that!
.................
"Two sets of change of clothes..."
"A pair of shoes..."
"Passport, driver's license, bank card, chocolate..."
The next day, the radiant Miss Miyano got up at 7 o'clock and started packing her luggage early.
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