Su Luo was so startled that she almost dropped the camera she was holding.
"No, no need."
This woman really doesn't treat him like an outsider. He's here to take pictures, not to undergo tribulation.
Sure enough, getting 100,000 yuan wasn't so easy.
Seeing how nervous he was, Ozawa Nami couldn't help but chuckle.
"What are you afraid of? I'm dressed."
She had guessed that Su Luo would refuse, so she dressed herself while he went downstairs to wipe his nosebleed. It's just that he couldn't see her while she was soaking in the hot spring.
Su Luo breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good..."
On second thought, it still won't work.
She refused again, saying, "Let's forget it. My clothes aren't suitable for swimming, and I didn't bring any extra clothes."
He had to go home after taking the photos, so he didn't have any extra time.
Nami Ozawa has no intention of letting him off the hook.
"I can ask the hotel to give you clothes."
Huh? Su Luo understood.
I hesitated for a moment.
With a determined heart, I slowly took off my T-shirt.
Since they've already said that, if he refuses, it would seem like he's really ungrateful, considering they're offering him 100,000 yuan.
Nami Ozawa gazed at the handsome young man before her, slightly lost in thought.
The boy's slender, fair-skinned figure, paired with a face even more beautiful than a girl's, created a striking visual impact.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Ozawa Nami really wouldn't have believed that such a perfect appearance existed in real life; she had only ever seen it in comics and novels before.
Su Luo sat down opposite Ozawa Nami, her face already flushed red. To distract herself and break the overly ambiguous atmosphere, she took the initiative to ask a question.
"Nami-nee, have you always lived in the country?"
He had overheard Nami Ozawa mention that she was of mixed race, but that was all he knew about her.
Ozawa Nami was taken aback, then said slowly.
"I lived in Kyoto until I was eighteen."
Su Luo keenly sensed that Ozawa Nami seemed reluctant to talk about the past. Although the gloom in her eyes only flashed by, Su Luo still noticed it.
She immediately changed the subject, looking up at the sky.
"Oh, I see. The moon is beautiful tonight, and there are lots of stars too."
Nami Ozawa tilted her head back obediently, a slight smile playing on her lips.
"Yes, it's beautiful."
She didn't want to recall her time in Tokyo, and there wasn't much to recall anyway.
It's a very clichéd story: an abusive father, a submissive mother, endless debts, and a broken self.
The hot spring water was at just the right temperature, and soaking in it was incredibly pleasant.
Su Luo squinted comfortably and said leisurely.
"I remember when I was a child, I couldn't sleep at night, so I liked to climb to the rooftop by myself to look at the stars."
Nami Ozawa smiled gently, "I like it too..."
The evening is the most relaxing time of day, especially summer nights.
Just like now, soaking in a hot spring with Su Luo and looking at the stars, all the fatigue and unhappiness will disappear.
Su Luo stretched and glanced at Ozawa Nami's neck, then rubbed his eyes.
What happened?
Why is her neck red?
Upon closer inspection, several purplish-red finger marks were clearly visible on her fair neck, with what appeared to be broken capillaries containing faint beads of blood.
Noticing Su Luo's strange look, Ozawa Nami raised her hand and touched her neck.
My palm was covered in a sticky, white substance.
Oh no, the humidity is too high, and my foundation on my neck has come off.
"I……"
Nami Ozawa couldn't think of any excuse to explain the scar.
It was obvious that she was pinched, but she didn't want to say that her husband did it.
Damn it.
She really didn't want to appear so disheveled in front of Su Luo; she wanted to be perfect in his eyes.
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