Chapter 50
The shirt was unbuttoned to the second button, and wet kisses ran from the neck to the collarbone, leaving a messy stain on the collar... The actions were filled with long-suppressed emotions and desires, and as a result, the person fainted again.
"...Sister, you are so responsible."
A wave of heat kept emanating from his lower abdomen. Kurosawa Shiranui's eyes were deep and intense, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down with difficulty, as if he was swallowing something. Underneath his thin shirt, his muscles rose and fell slowly with his breathing, and the veins on his neck were faintly visible, making him look sexy and alluring.
But things weren't out of control yet. He got up, took a cold shower, and thought about what to do next.
If Rina's condition doesn't improve, we can't let those people run wild any longer.
However, before he could even make a move, Odell's head was split open with an axe, and he died instantly.
With the tourists and crew under guard, only Rossi's five men were allowed to move freely. Three of them had passengers as witnesses, while the other two were searching the rooms for valuables and diamonds.
Rossi believed them, and as for Lydia, she stayed in her room drinking, right within his sight.
Moreover, Odell was still alive when he last went to the cabin to take the diamonds.
In just one hour, the murderer evaded his men's patrols, then sneaked into the cabin and silently killed the man.
He certainly didn't believe it was the work of ghosts.
“So now the biggest suspects are Leon and Natsume Rina lying in bed.” Lydia found it very funny. “If you think about it that way, everything makes sense. That woman wasn’t poisoned at all; she was just acting! And as a crew member, Leon has a lot of freedom of movement. You’ve seen his methods; the injuries on Odell’s body are enough to prove everything.”
If he were to lose his life before finding the diamond, it would be a huge loss. Rossi smiled, feigning non-denial, but secretly made up his mind.
In this situation, failure to act decisively would inevitably lead to his death, and waiting to die was not his style.
Those two people must die.
Lydia paused for a moment, then continued, "That woman is still a member of the Mafia. We're all going to die at her hands. There's no point in struggling. The idea that she's impersonating a law enforcer sent by God to commit murder is ridiculous. She's just a murderous devil."
Rossi: "Are you willing to accept this?"
"Don't you think living like this is exhausting?" Lydia curled up on the sofa, swirling her wine glass, a slight smile playing on her thin lips. "In your dreams, in the darkness of night, that person's ghost haunts you constantly."
Rosie believed her mind had completely collapsed, like a withered rose, "You still killed that child named Lucy."
“We were both children. She was only two years older than me. I always called her my older sister,” Lydia said, leaning back on the sofa, lost in her memories. “We were really like sisters. We ate and lived together and were very close. It’s a pity we lived in an orphanage.”
Those places are full of abandoned children. Only children who are adopted can live a happy life and feel love.
She needs to be loved, and if she were from a wealthy family, it would be an opportunity to defy fate. Unfortunately, she and Lucy are both candidates, and only one of them can be taken away.
Lydia disliked the cramped six-person rooms at the orphanage, wore a patched dress, and disliked the food in the cafeteria.
She's had enough of life here.
"She went mushroom picking by herself that day..." Lydia herself didn't know why she kept smiling.
Everyone was camping by the river when she casually mentioned wanting to eat roasted mushrooms. Who can you blame for that? The woods were foggy that day, so it's perfectly normal for someone to hear a cry for help from the wrong direction.
Rossi clearly didn't want to continue in that tone, nor was he curious about Lydia's past. He stood up and left the room.
Lydia stared at his retreating figure until the door closed, remaining silent for about two minutes before letting out a cruel smile.
-
To avoid repeating Odell's mistake, Rossi planned to use numbers and weapons to suppress the enemy. Soon, he led two men up the stairs and quietly approached the room, standing on either side of the door. After receiving the order, one of the men broke down the door, and Rossi quickly entered the room with his gun raised.
However, without the sound of banging on the door, the room was eerily quiet; Rossi could even hear her own heavy breathing.
After confirming that no one was in the living room, the three began to approach the bedroom door.
This time, they tried to break down the door again, but the instant the door opened, Rossi fired a shot directly at the bed as a precaution.
Even if it was a mistake, he couldn't let the opportunity pass.
But the man beside her walked to the bedside and lifted the blanket, only to find the bed empty. "Boss, no one's here!"
Rossi paused for a moment, walked over, put her hand under the covers to feel the temperature, and whispered, "They must have just left."
Rina should be thankful that the bed was a double bed, and she managed to avoid being shot while lying on the other side of the bed.
Otherwise, she would definitely be dead by now.
Rina gritted her teeth, calmed down, and judged from the sound of the boots moving back and forth that Rossi was checking the window and the wardrobe.
If this continues, it's only a matter of time before her location is exposed.
Having no idea what was happening outside, she had to come up with a solution.
But just then, she suddenly heard a heart-wrenching scream, and then a man with a dagger piercing his throat lay on the ground with a thud, staring at her.
Warm blood spurted out, splashing onto the floor, the bed, and of course, onto her face.
Rina: "..."
It's impossible not to break out in a cold sweat. If it weren't for her stubborn pride and willingness to suffer, she probably would have already turned into a screaming chicken.
Anyone who didn't know better would think they had discovered her.
Rina shifted her body slightly, trying to reach out and grab the gun, but the next moment, gunshots rang out one after another, and screams completely broke her.
"...Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!"
In the pitch-black room, Kurosawa Shiran stood behind Rossi, cleanly and decisively severing the arm holding the gun, and then kicked the gun under the bed.
Rina felt a sharp pain in her waist, her face turned deathly pale, as if she had been kicked and seriously injured, while also having to suppress the churning sensation in her stomach.
Rossi's eyes were bloodshot and she was being trampled underfoot. "You're a madman!"
“I don’t like having a gun pointed at me,” Kurosawa Shiran said, looking down at him with a slight smile curving his lips, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. He didn’t take the man a few steps away, who was trembling with fear while holding a gun, seriously at all.
“Where is my sister?” he asked.
"Shoot me, you idiot!" Rossi knew he was going to die, but he wanted to take someone down with him.
Kurosawa Shiran suddenly increased the pressure on his foot, and with a crack, even the heavy breathing in the room disappeared.
Rossi has died; she suffered a comminuted fracture of her thoracic vertebrae...
Kurosawa Shiran looked up at the person, smiling merrily, and said without a trace of emotion, "Just tell my sister in a bit that it was self-defense, since there's no way to prove it once the dead are dead."
Is it possible that she is the person holding the ID?
Rina was unsure of her surroundings, only knowing that a man was pointing a gun at Kurosawa Shiran, so she dared not make any rash moves.
Moreover, her fighting skills have always been lacking, and this time, coupled with a high fever, her reaction time for escaping is probably slower than usual.
With a bang, the man pulled the trigger at him.
Kurosawa Shiran tilted her head slightly to dodge the bullet, then keenly noticed the movement under the bed.
He suddenly remembered what he had just said and felt a little guilty.
What should he do if his sister keeps asking him questions later?
While her mind raced, Kurosawa Shiran rushed out and snatched the gun from the man's hand. Furthermore, a slender, snow-white wrist was seen under the bed, grabbing the man's leg and coordinating with his movements.
Kurosawa Shiran suppressed a smile in the darkness and deliberately used his injured hand to punch the man in the face, knocking him unconscious completely.
Then he bent down and grabbed the wrist through the black leather glove.
"Found you—"
A chilling voice rang in my ears, and the coldness seemed to creep up my earlobe.
Lina couldn't help but shiver, remembering the last time he shot her, a feeling of unease rising in her throat.
He came to seek revenge on her... even though he was her adopted brother.
The bed floor was very low, almost giving me a claustrophobic feeling of insecurity. If Rina gained another ten pounds, she probably wouldn't be able to squeeze in.
She struggled to crawl halfway out of the room, and Kurosawa Shiran helped pull her out, then pulled her into his arms. However, Rina really didn't have much strength, and she was practically hanging on him.
"Is your sister hurt?" he suddenly asked her softly, his tone even carrying a hint of grievance, like a fragile little girl.
"Let's just give him the Oscar next year," Rina thought to herself, glancing around. She noticed that Rossi's body had been covered with a blanket, but the bleeding was so severe that bright red liquid was seeping out.
"I'm sorry, I didn't protect my sister well..." Kurosawa Shiran stared intently at her, his hand sliding down her back and encircling her waist, pressing his body against hers. "Your body temperature has gone down."
There might be a hint of guilt in his tone, but he was too lazy to put on a pretentious and useless act of modesty in front of Rina, and the thick and blatant desire in his eyes was even more obvious.
“Is there anything I can do?” he asked.
There were two corpses in the room, and a man who had fainted. Rina's eyelids twitched, and she politely refused, "What were you doing just now?"
She looked down at the wound on his hand, where blood was flowing continuously.
Kurosawa Shiran bent down, stretched his arm to the back of her knees, and gently lifted her up with one hand without any effort.
Rina instinctively hooked her arm around his neck, feeling a mix of emotions. She didn't struggle, but instead lowered her head to feel the touch and breath of his body.
“Didn’t my sister say the first person was the problem?” Kurosawa Shiran walked out of the bedroom, put her on the sofa, and thoughtfully poured her a glass of water. “I went to see him just now, but I didn’t get to see him. I came up here when I heard the gunshot.”
Rina: "Where are the others?"
Kurosawa Shiran: "The car and crew were guarded by Rossi's men, and the rest are all dead."
Rina's eyelids suddenly lifted. "They're all dead?"
Kurosawa Shiran said, "There's one left."
Rina frowned, took out an injection syringe from her shirt pocket, and came to this conclusion after only a few seconds of thought, "I found it under the bed. Did you give me a serum injection?"
Kurosawa Shiran was taken aback, staring at her face in a daze.
Rina gazed into his slightly misty, dark eyes, and after a moment, said in a deep voice, "I'll know you're lying."
Kurosawa Shiran made a sound of surprise, unsure whether to be happy or sad.
His expression was like that of a cute little puppy that had done something wrong.
"Neural repair serum can promote synapse regeneration, repair damaged neural circuits, and allow the brain to regain the ability to retrieve memories. I originally wanted to take this opportunity to help my sister regain her memories."
Rina: "......"
The murderer poisoned her when she boarded the ship, simply to ensure the smooth execution of the plan. But who could have imagined that she wasn't the only one with designs on her?
Rina was both amused and exasperated. She forced herself to stand up, walked past him, grabbed a shawl, changed her shoes, and left the room.
In short, she survived.
Kurosawa Shiran looked down at the bleeding wound on her hand, a hint of disappointment in her eyes. After an unknown amount of time, she took a deep breath, glanced at the corpse in the bedroom, and followed.
He explained, "Sister, I know I was wrong..."
Rina: "As you wish."
Kurosawa Shiran reacted for a moment, then moved closer to her, "Sister, you've regained your memories?"
Rina didn't answer. She stopped walking, stood by the railing, and looked at the man on the deck.
He seemed to have been waiting for her to show up.
“Miss Natsume, I never expected you to escape unscathed,” Armstrong said, looking up at her under the light. “It seems God has been kind to you. I’m not good at poisoning.”
Rina: "I've seen you before."
Armstrong said, "Back then, I was a detective enthusiast and was enthusiastically discussing the lives of criminals with Takizawa. You were there too, and we could have had a good chat, but you left early at his wedding."
Kurosawa Shiran narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly felt as if green clouds were floating above his head.
Rina frowned: "Why did it have to come to this?"
"Beset by a serious illness, it's already quite an achievement to have come this far," Armstrong said calmly and evenly. "This is just the beginning. A life covered in death and sin will eventually face God's judgment. We all have the same end: forever alone, forever insane. No one can save you..."
Rina was stunned for a moment.
Kurosawa noticed that he picked up a gun and pointed it at him with astonishing speed.
However, Armstrong's gun was pointed at himself, and he said, "I will not be in a vast, empty cage where I cannot be buried."
After saying that, he pulled the trigger without hesitation, and with a thud, he fell to the ground.
In that instant, Rina seemed to see her own end.
The bullet seemed to pierce her own skull, ending her long, dark dream.
Kurosawa Shiran said, "Lydia is dead."
Her body was hanging outside the stair railing.
Rina lowered her head and wiped the blood off her body. "Those pirates... can we capture them?"
Kurosawa Shiran: "Of course, I can do anything you ask, sister."
He began to reveal his true self, baring his sharp claws like a wild beast, dangerous and unapproachable.
-
Two weeks later, at a hospital in Yokohama.
Rina has entered the rehabilitation period and spends her days lying in her private hospital room with nothing to do. Apart from passing the time with some bored people, she reads books and flips through newspapers.
The hospital has top-notch medical facilities, and the high-class single ward, along with a variety of nutritious meals, makes for a very comfortable life.
In addition, a caregiver comes in every day to give full-body joint massages, from finger flexion and extension, ankle rotation to shoulder joint rotation, and the recovery is going quite well.
"Nine people died on a ship and it was attacked by pirates. This is just too outrageous."
"That's right. If it weren't for having a reliable person with him, that brilliant man would have almost met his end there."
Arisu Kazumi put down her pen and asked curiously, "So that Dutchman really killed six people?"
Lina, holding a cup of tea and a book, sat down comfortably on the single sofa. "Except for the crew member who was paid to do the job, everyone else was invited."
"Armstrong, a famous mystery novelist, published several best-selling books, but later stopped writing for unknown reasons. Scotland Yard checked his email and found that he and Wald were pen pals. Judging from the contents of their letters, they corresponded for three years and had a good relationship, especially Armstrong. He wrote something almost every month, and even a year after Wald's death, he continued to share his daily life and insights," Sato said. "Although they never met, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that these two were close friends. As for John, he had been to jail several times for falsifying accounts, but unfortunately, because his accounts were so flawless, he was quickly released on bail. Some people call him a born con artist."
Rina: "A fake account can never be completely flawless."
“That’s true. His problem is just a matter of how difficult and when it will happen,” Sato sighed. “Judging from the emails, the part about being scammed was glossed over, but Armstrong has the instincts of a detective.”
Rina: "Actually, that's not the case. As long as he firmly believes in Wald's character, he can find John."
Sato nodded. "Then let's talk about Emily, a dance artist who was supposedly the mistress of a mafia boss. But he got married, and they broke off contact not long after they got together. She lost everything, including her career. Two years later, an entertainment reporter revealed that she and the Earl were seen entering and leaving hotels together. On the day the Earl had his accident, he had been drinking with his friends, including Emily. But because no other evidence was found, the police believed he died accidentally. However, the story doesn't end there. Emily went looking for the Earl's wife, probably after his inheritance. But this is just speculation; the Earl's wife hasn't provided any information."
Rina: "The person is dead, so this is a way of giving them some dignity."
Sato continued, "Next, let's talk about Odel... The card you got says that Odel is a rapist, but the police have no record of him. Later, after some investigation, we heard from his friends that his wife had been imprisoned by Odel. After some time, they got married. It was a typical case of Stockholm syndrome. In the end, she committed suicide by jumping off a building."
"As for Lydia, she is an orphan. The only connection she has to the murder is an accident that happened at the orphanage. A Lucy, who is two years older than her, got lost in the woods and fell into a swamp and was not rescued in time."
Rina: "These cases are all cases that cannot be resolved by law due to insufficient evidence."
Sato, his mouth dry from talking, took a sip of tea and continued expressionlessly, "Yes, there's no evidence that you're a member of the mafia."
Arisu Kazumi paused for a moment while holding her pen.
Rina asked, "Do you think I am?"
"Just because you have a tattoo doesn't mean you're in the mafia? I think those guys wouldn't be able to stand your spoiled princess attitude." Sato cracked some sunflower seeds and ate the fruit that Yukiho had cut before she left. "So when were you poisoned?"
"It's probably because someone bumped into me with their suitcase when I was boarding the ship. It was so crowded that I didn't pay much attention." Rina lowered her head and flipped through the book "The Phantom of the Opera" in her hands.
“In other words, Armstrong bribed the crew beforehand, then faked his death by taking drugs to cover for him. Once the matter was covered up, he killed the crew and threw them into the sea,” Sato poured himself another cup of tea. “These people all had ulterior motives, and they were also guilty, so they never imagined that the dead man would come back to life.”
Rina gave a faint "hmm".
Sato clicked his tongue, thinking it over and over, but still didn't understand, "So why did that kid arrive at such a convenient time?"
“There’s a primeval rainforest on that island, and he originally wanted to go there,” Lina paused, “but it’s better to be safe than sorry.”
"You're really lucky," Sato looked around and realized that the clingy guy wasn't there. "Where did he go?"
At this point, Rina sighed silently: "I gave him a serious talking-to, which may have hurt his girlish feelings."
She hadn't seen anyone for several days.
Upon hearing this, Sato grinned, revealing his large teeth, and asked, "What did you say?"
Rina raised an eyebrow, her eyes fixed on him with a half-smile: "You want to hear it?"
“No, that’s not it. I just feel like your cousin’s gaze towards you is a bit off. It’s all sticky and affectionate, like you’re a couple,” Sato said. “And when he talks to you, it’s like he has ten clips in his mouth.”
Rina casually looked away and continued reading her book: "Is that so?"
Sato: "Really?"
"Guess," Rina said, offering him a vague answer.
He guessed no, and Sato said with a smile, "Yukiho said that their company has a few nice young men. What kind of guy do you like? I'll help you find out."
"Am I already at the age where I need to go on blind dates?" Rina's body twitched slightly.
"You've never been in a relationship at twenty-six," Sato cleared his throat, seemingly speaking from the heart, "You really need to enrich your life experiences."
After thinking about it seriously for a moment, Arisu Kazumi said slowly, "I think he should like older men, the kind of older men."
The two hit it off immediately, and Sato's smile widened. "You even know that?"
“Because her personality is rather bad, compared to men of the same age or younger than her, only older men are more mature and tolerant in handling emotions and in their attitudes toward life,” Arisu Kazumi paused slightly, “Well, like Shimono-senpai, I always thought she liked Shimono-senpai.”
Sato smiled slightly: "I thought it was Mr. Takizawa."
“No, those media reports are too outrageous, and my brother is already married,” Arisu Kazumi thought for a moment and then listed evidence. “For example, when she makes a mistake, if my brother scolds her once, she can talk back ten times. Only Shimono-senpai’s words have any effect, she won’t talk back.”
Sato was incredulous: "Really?"
The person involved remained calm and quietly read the book.
Arisu Kazumi glanced at her expression and whispered, "She even peels apples for Mr. Shimono."
"What's wrong with peeling an apple?" Shimono Gen knocked twice on the door and walked straight in.
Rina paused slightly, her hand turning the pages of the book also stopping for a moment.
Sato stared at her intently, feeling strange. As he kept recalling the various scenes of seeing Rina and savoring every word she had said, he suddenly realized that what the little girl had said was not a lie.
He stared at Rina in shock.
Indeed, some things can only be revealed once they are pointed out, and the answer has already been revealed.
Sato took a moment to react, stared blankly at Rina, answered a call from the police station, said goodbye to her, and left.
Shimono Gen cleared away the sunflower seed shells and fruit peels on the table and asked her, "How's the recovery going?"
Lina truthfully replied, "It feels like I'm retiring."
"You're so young, why are you talking about retirement?" Shimono Gen pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands, sat down in Sato's seat, and looked at Arisu Kazumi. "It's time to go back."
Arisu Kazumi said "Oh" and began to tidy up the homework on the table.
Rina looked up at him. "Is there any lead on that matter?"
"Not yet," Shimono Gen said. "Focus on recovering from your injury and don't think about anything else."
Arisu Kazumi left the room with her schoolbag on her back, and Rina nodded silently.
Shimono Gen smiled, revealing a set of white teeth. "Looks like you're doing well; you've gained some weight in your face."
"You've gained weight?" Rina smelled the cigarette smoke on him; he must have smoked downstairs for a while before coming up.
“It’s good to gain some weight,” Shimono Gen said, peeling an apple with a fruit knife, placing it on a plate, then opening a drawer in the cabinet and taking out the medicine.
Lina guiltily looked away, "...I haven't been taking my medicine lately."
"Eat less in the future," Shimono Gen stood up, "Shall I help you to bed?"
Rina hesitated for a moment, just as she was about to reach out her hand, when there were two light knocks on the door.
Turning around, I saw Kurosawa Shiran walk in with steady steps, glancing indifferently at Shimono Gen.
"Sisters, what are you doing?"
The air suddenly became heavy, like a taut string.
Kurosawa Shiran walked up to Rina, giving her a seemingly friendly smile, but her words came through gritted teeth: "Did I come at the wrong time, sister?"
Shimono Gen said meaningfully, "Your timing is quite good."
Rina already knew that Kurosawa Shiran had installed a listening device in the room, but she didn't expect that he was listening all the time.
Kurosawa Shiran stared intently at Rina, "There's no way around it, too many people are eyeing my sister, and I'm afraid she'll be kidnapped."
"Kidnap? Your cousin is really delusional, treating you like a child. I thought I was the only one who treated you like a child," Shimono Gen laughed and patted Rina's shoulder, his face not showing much emotion. "Take care and get some rest. I'm going back now. Call me if you need anything."
Something seemed to shatter in the air. Rina's eyes glazed over for a moment, and she was drenched in sweat.
The door was gently closed, and Kurosawa Shiran took off his suit jacket, revealing two buttons undone on his black shirt, exuding a subtle air of restraint and asceticism.
He leaned closer, turned Rina's face towards him, narrowed his eyes dangerously, and repeated in a calm tone, "Looking so reluctant to part in front of me, doesn't my sister think too little of me?"
Rina's eyelids twitched, and she suddenly had a bad feeling. "...I'm not reluctant."
Kurosawa Shiran looked at her with a wronged expression and said, "Does my sister like him that much?"
Rina turned her head slightly, avoiding his gaze: "About what happened before."
"So, sister admits she liked him?" Kurosawa Shiran's body stiffened almost imperceptibly, and she remained silent for a moment. "But sister has already kissed me first, yet she's thinking about another man. What am I supposed to do with you?"
His pale face was flawless, his eyes were red, and his voice was choked with emotion. Lina felt that he was like a little kitten, meowing, about to shed tears at any moment.
However, that wasn't the case. Kurosawa Toki ran his fingers deep into her hair, looking utterly wronged, and said, "Does my sister still like him more?"
Rina: "......"
If it weren't for the forced action, she wouldn't have realized that she was about to be pickled in the flavor of green tea.
Kurosawa Shiran held her hand in front of him and reverently kissed her fingertips. Unconsciously, he bent one knee and pressed it between Rina's legs. "Sister, please, don't abandon me again?"
"No, it won't." Rina's eyes flushed slightly, and she put her arm around his shoulder, gently stroking the smooth nape of Kurozawa Shiran's neck. His cold and gloomy handsome face inexplicably evoked a feeling of pity and was surprisingly attractive.
In the quiet room, their breathing was clearly audible, along with the rustling sound of fabric.
“I like you more now,” she said.
Kurosawa Shiran paused, her Adam's apple bobbing slightly. She bit her fingertip and asked, "And then?"
It's like seduction.
Compared to this, the allure of the forbidden fruit is nothing more than this.
Rina felt a slight pain in her fingertips, and pressed her hand against his lips in a gentle, soothing gesture, but her voice carried a seductive quality, "Too greedy."
Kurosawa Shiran: "Sister, will you give it to me or not?"
Rina: "So, have you finished what I asked you to do?"
Kurosawa Shiran stared at her fluttering eyelashes and said in a hoarse voice, "It's finished."
Rina continued to ask him, "What kind of job did you find?"
“A director approached me and said my face is quite suitable for stage plays.” The desire in Kurosawa Shiran’s eyes grew even more intense and deep. After saying this, he wrapped his arms around Rina’s waist and lifted her up, leaving her legs dangling in the air. She could only cling to his waist and get even closer to him.
Rina's entire weight was on him, her arms wrapped around his neck, their noses touching.
Fortunately, he held her very firmly, making her feel safe and secure, allowing her to kiss his face without any hesitation, their tongues intertwining.
Sparks of gold exploded in the air like fireworks, and the room became humid and hot.
It all started with a kiss, and the two of them knew exactly what was going to happen next.
But just as the two of them were leaning towards the hospital bed...
A nurse suddenly walked in, and upon seeing this scene, she was so shocked that she dropped the cardboard in her hand with a thud, staring in disbelief.
"Wait a moment--"
Rina reacted a beat too slow, and the knife in Kurosawa Shiran's hand had already flown over. Fortunately, her reminder had some effect, and the knife only stuck into the door panel behind the nurse.
This is really bad.
Kurosawa Shiran's face was completely black, his eyes were cold and violent, and his whole body exuded an unsettling aura of malevolence.
The air pressure was so low it made one's heart sink. Rina hurriedly grabbed his hand before realizing that she and her brother were actually entangled in a compromising situation in the hospital room.
He must be crazy.
The nurse was trembling with fear and stammered for a long time before she could finally utter a complete sentence, "Um... Miss Natsume, ah, she's still in her rehabilitation period, so it's best if she doesn't have any sexual activity."
Rina coughed lightly, trying to appear natural, "Okay, thank you, you can go now."
The nurse nodded hastily, picked up the cardboard from the ground, and ran away. But when she saw the knife on the door, she was terrified, crashed into the door frame with a bang, and finally left, clutching her head.
Kurosawa Shiran firmly placed her on the bed. When she met Rina's gaze, the fierceness in her body subsided somewhat. She licked her dry lips and said, "Sister, I'm not feeling well."
Through the thin fabric, she could feel the other person's taut muscles exerting a complete sense of pressure, and every inch of their skin was hot. Rina's heart skipped a few beats, and she felt inexplicably guilty. "What should we do?"
"Sister, you can touch me..." Kurosawa Shiran's eyes were filled with undisguised desire, as if they contained a vortex that bewitched people. He leaned in and placed a kiss on her fair neck.
Rina chuckled and tapped him on the head. "Go get ready, I'll take you out to play later."
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