Water mist filled the women's bath, with simple rows of shower heads and various bathing pools, and figures of people swaying in the white mist.

"Zi la..." Her hair was draped over her shoulders with moisture, and with the hot bath water, Nana sat on the small bench in the morning and squinted her eyes comfortably, letting the warm water wash over her pink skin.

"Hey, Coco, help me wash my hair."

"oh oh."

Next to her, two little ones were helping each other apply shower gel.

Others were also soaking in the hot soup, closing their eyes comfortably.

This was supposed to be just an ordinary bathing scene, but there was something wrong in the corner of the bathhouse——

A boy was taking a bath with his back to them, his expression a little stiff.

"If other guests show up here, I will definitely be arrested by the police, right?" After taking a breath, Futaba Cheng leaned against the edge of the bath and said.

"The mother-in-law said that we are the last guests."

Suzuki Kaoru turned his back to Futaba Makoto and used a bath ball to apply bubbles to his body. Although the two of them were very close, they could not see anything because their backs were facing each other.

"You're so close, aren't you afraid that I'll look back?" Futaba Cheng stretched his body and couldn't help but ask, "And...why would you agree to such a thing?"

“The men’s soup is closed.”

"But I'm a boy."

"They don't mind." Suzuki Kaoru replied, seemingly very calm.

Futaba Cheng was speechless, and then he had no choice but to sigh helplessly, "Okay, then I have nothing to be ashamed of."

As he spoke, he slowly turned his head.

Oncoming, were two slender fingers, poking straight into Futaba Cheng's eye sockets.

Futaba Cheng: "..."

"pain."

"Turn around."

"oh."

Futaba Cheng slowly turned his head, then continued to soak in hot water and looked ahead.

The next second, he seemed a little unwilling to give up, but couldn't help but turn his head.

At this time, Suzuki Kaoru had already wrapped herself in a bath towel. Her snow-white round shoulders and collarbones were exposed. She stood on the edge and looked at him condescendingly. There seemed to be a bit of disgust in her eyes: "You want to see it so much?"

"It's just a sore neck." Futaba Makoto huffed.

Naturally, what he met was a pair of distrustful amber eyes.

There was no other way, Futaba Cheng had no choice but to continue sitting, while Suzuki Kaoru had already gotten up and went to the other side to find Nana and the others to take a bath - listening to the sound of them playing, Futaba Cheng could vaguely feel the stones coming from the spring in front of him.

The Holy Sword shows signs of being awakened, and seems to be breaking through the seal.

"It's not a child." As Futaba Cheng said, he suddenly noticed the sound of footsteps coming from beside him.

Before Futaba Cheng could turn his head, he heard a splash of water, which caught him off guard and made him choke on his saliva.

"Ahem." When Futaba Cheng recovered, he found something pressing down on his thigh. The familiar skin temperature made him open his eyes and found a waist-length black hair scattered on Futaba.

In front of Cheng's chest.

Gong Bai Yuyou now sat on Futaba Cheng's lap, and then tilted her head back slightly.

Those cold eyes looked forward, then curved into cute crescents.

"Um..." The warmth on his thigh made Futaba Cheng's throat shrink. Futaba Cheng subconsciously glanced at Nana Morning in the distance. He didn't seem to notice what was going on here.

Perhaps because of the angle, Futaba Cheng's body blocked Gong Baiyu's body at this time, so he was not discovered.

"Yu You..."

Futaba Cheng lowered his voice, perhaps because he was invaded by familiarity, and he felt that he would be unable to control the power of the holy sword.

Gong Bai Yuyou seemed to be aware of this. After all, she was so close and could clearly feel the power - but perhaps because she was very familiar with Futaba Cheng, she just moved her body slightly and then

Forcibly, Futaba Makoto's power was completely wrapped and sealed.

The water splashed slightly, attracting Nana's attention in the morning.

"A-Cheng, what's wrong with you?" The water mist was a little blurry, so Nana couldn't see clearly what was going on at Futaba Cheng's side. However, she didn't think about it and was not wrapped in a bath towel. Out of instinctive shyness, she just asked from a distance.

One sentence.

"Ah, it's okay."

Futaba Cheng just replied with a smile, the scene in front of him was filled with water vapor, and his consciousness was being eaten away by the creeping power.

I don’t know how long it took, but Futaba Cheng and his party finally came out of the bathhouse.

"Is it comfortable to wash?"

When the old man sitting at the front desk saw Futaba Cheng and the others coming out, he lazily asked: "Did you do anything strange?"

"Um, is there any milk here?" Futaba Cheng asked with a smile as he shifted his gaze, and then looked at the freezer next to him.

"Only in cartons."

"Hey - I want to drink bottled milk." Before Futaba Makoto could say anything, Yuko and the others showed regretful expressions, "It would be best to have a bottle of milk in one go after taking a bath."

"No, it's sold out. Do you want it?" the old man asked.

"All right……"

After Futaba Makoto casually picked up a bottle of oolong tea, he glanced at Morning Nana and the others behind him, and found that every girl's skin was glowing after taking a shower, especially a certain black-haired girl, whose cold face seemed to be glowing.

Oily.

"Are you too tired recently?" Seeing this, Futaba Cheng rubbed his waist.

Just at this moment, the cell phone rang.

Futaba Cheng took a look and found that it was an unfamiliar phone number.

"This is Futaba."

After answering the phone, Futaba Cheng asked casually, "Who are you?"

"Hello, Mr. Futaba, my name is Matsumoto, and I am Miss Sakurajima Aina's manager. Can we talk a little bit?" This voice came from the other end of the phone.

Futaba Cheng was a little surprised, but still said: "Hello, are you talking about the cooperation with Miss Sakurajima? I have already asked my friend to tell me what I mean, and I am not very interested."

"If possible, can we meet and discuss it in detail?" The person on the other end of the phone seemed a little unwilling to give up.

Futaba Cheng originally wanted to refuse, but when he saw the eyes of Yuko and others lighting up, they seemed to be confirming something.

"...Is it convenient now?" Futaba Cheng said after hesitating.

"Of course! I will send you the address later."

…

After hanging up the phone, Yuko was the first to speak, with excitement that could not be concealed on her face: "Brother Acheng, is it true that you cooperated with that Aina-chan!"

"If the V50 is not a liar, then it is probably true. After all, it was Xiao Ke who said it."

"Wow."

But at this time, Yuko still looked like she couldn't believe it. After all, such a big idol was too far away from them.

"Brother, help me get an autograph, I really like Aicai!"

"Let me take a look." It shouldn't be difficult to get an autograph, but Futaba Cheng didn't know what the other party was looking for.
Chapter completed!