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It was as if he had heard her belittling herself.

Jiang Yuan's voice rang out, carrying an unsettling tone that anyone could hear.

"Only an idiot would complain."

Jiang Yuan said solemnly and with unwavering certainty.

"Sister Mori's perfect maid's hug."

"I'm overjoyed, how could I possibly complain?"

"Sister Sen, please don't look down on me. After all, it's so abrupt to ask someone to do something so difficult."

"But Mori-neechan's hug..."

At this point, Jiang Yuan paused again.

It seemed as if it was trying to figure out the best way to describe it.

But he frowned slightly, realizing he couldn't think of a suitable metaphor to describe it.

Jiang Yuan also spoke in the most straightforward and honest way, with a slightly embarrassed but earnest tone.

"It's so unique and tempting!"

The soft embrace of a perfect maid, something that only exists in comics and anime, how could it not be special and alluring?

It's still my favorite Mori-neechan.

How could any boy refuse?

He couldn't refuse anyway.

Hear the words.

"Well…"

"Bang! Bang!"

Senluowanxiang felt his face instantly heat up.

My heart started pounding.

"Young Master Jiang Yuan is joking..."

'Special... luring 670 people...'

That is to say...

'Am I that important...?'

For some inexplicable reason, the myriad phenomena of the universe couldn't help but think this way.

Once the thought arises...

It firmly grasped my mind.

And she believed him without hesitation.

Why...?

Regardless of all the previous protection and trust.

At this moment, isn't Jiang Yuan, who is holding himself with a satisfied expression, the best answer?

therefore.

I no longer dwell on the myriad phenomena of the universe.

Her beautiful eyes brightened slightly.

Although she was being embraced tightly by Jiang Yuan.

She smiled gently, with a hint of helplessness, like an older sister doting on her greedy younger brother.

"Young Master Jiang Yuan, is it ready?"

"Hmm... just hug me for a little while longer."

"Young Master Jiang Yuan has already hugged you once before."

That's a nice gift for tonight.

"... And now?"

"This is a goodnight gift."

"Hmm... but didn't Young Master Jiang Yuan say once a day?"

"That's right, a goodnight gift once every night, and a goodnight gift once every night!"

"Young Master Jiang Yuan is really willful..."

but…

The inexplicable restlessness I had never felt before gradually subsided.

Instead, It's the budding, throbbing feeling of a strange body that brings a sense of complete peace.

'I don't dislike it.'

"Ding! Congratulations, host! You have gained the favor of the myriad phenomena! Favorability +1, current favorability 77!"

"Well…"

My chest feels so tight…

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Mmm, eating heartily!

"Call one".

"The carving is complete."

On the second floor of the Angel's House, in a guest room at the end of the corridor.

Under bright lights.

Put down the carving knife and clean up the sawdust on the table.

Looking at the item in his hand, which he had just bought from the Romance Shop and upgraded to Lv4 with the Carving skill, The wood carving took a full twenty minutes to complete, thanks to his physical abilities far exceeding those of ordinary people.

Jiang Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He even used his Sharingan to make this wood carving.

Every single detail is meticulously crafted.

After all, this is a wooden carving for Mai.

I made takoyaki for Yuko as a gift before.

I made a strawberry cake for Mio.

Although Mio ran away because she felt she had been kissed a little too hard, the cake is still stored in the system space.

As for Mai, Jiang Yuan knew very well what Mai liked.

So tonight I seriously made a wood carving.

I plan to give it to Mio and Mai tomorrow, along with the strawberry cake.

He would never forget any girl.

and…

"I hope Mai will like it..."

The wood carvings he makes are not ordinary Maitreya Buddha carvings.

And tomorrow, Mai will give me a mysterious reward.

He was really looking forward to it.

After saving the wood carving to the system space.

Half an hour had passed since Huang Ziyin and the others took their showers, and it was now 10: 30.

Jiang Yuan wasn't surprised; girls usually take quite a while to shower.

Excluding the time spent eating her "bathroom feast," Kirara also spends about half an hour taking a bath at home.

I reckon the time is almost up.

Just as Jiang Yuan was about to get into bed and wait for Qi Luoluo.

"Crack-" The moment a slight sound of a door opening was heard.

"Mmm~"

"Heave-" He turned around skillfully and gently embraced his big cat as it pounced on him.

"Bling, bling."

He lifted his head from the large rice ball covering his face.

"Why aren't you drying your hair again? 々ˇ" He freed one hand to gently rub the restless "cat ears".

The soft, damp touch in his hand told Jiang Yuan that Qi Luoluo hadn't dried her hair again.

Jiang Yuan had already gotten used to it.

"Kiroro, attack."

"Okay, okay, I'll help Qiluoluo wipe it."

She looked at the woman wrapped around her waist with doting eyes, her beautiful eyes bright, happy that she had been caught.

Kirara, her cat ears twitching frequently, playfully "attacks" herself with water droplets.

He gently patted Qiluoluo's pert buttocks.

He lifted Qiluoluo onto the chair in front of the dressing table and picked up the hairdryer that looked like a brand new one.

"Buzz—" I tested the temperature and found it was just right; it wouldn't burn the kiroko.

"Is it alright, Kira?"

With practiced ease, she gently and carefully combed through the frizzy golden hair, smoothing out the knots one by one.

Warm air is blown on it from a suitable distance.

Looking in the mirror, Kirara's beautiful eyes narrowed, and she made a cute "gurgling" sound of comfort.

Jiang Yuan smiled gently.

He's had experience playing the flute for Qiluoluo many times.

And don't know why.

Within the cherry blossom community, many men harbor a strange sense of male chauvinism.

They viewed actions such as cooking for their wives and blow-drying their hair as something that undermined their dignity.

Jiang Yuan neither understood nor respected it.

But he didn't say anything. Anyway, he wasn't from Japan, and he was happy to blow-dry his future wife's hair.

"Ah Yuan, I like it."

I felt the gentle combing on my head and the gentle breeze that didn't make me feel any heat.