My Yellow Hair App / Pure Love Warrior's Yellow Hair System

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When I first got the app, I didn't know its functions, so I chose Hashimoto Arina based on my preference, which resulted in me going straight into hell mode.

The app gave him hope to survive, but reality dealt him a heavy blow.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Mikoto asked, noticing his eyes suddenly go from shining brightly to looking utterly hopeless.

"I can't give up." Shirakawa Natsu is not one to give up easily. Having been given a second chance at life, what is there to be afraid of?

He must now change what he can change, and then find a way to get Hashimoto Arina to accept what he cannot change.

Intelligence will be the key to victory.

I need to find out all the information about her legendary boyfriend.

Shirakawa Natsu looked at his feet. It was impossible for him to gather intelligence. His gaze fell on Miyuki.

With her handsome appearance and being a woman, even if she were caught stalking someone, she could easily make up an excuse to get away with it.

Shirakawa Natsu looked at Minoki and suddenly said seriously, "Minoki, there's something I need your help with. It's hard to say, but I have no choice but to ask you for it."

After he finished speaking, he tried to show a sincere look in his eyes and met Miyuki's gaze.

Miyuki was taken aback at first. When she saw his eyes, she lost her grip on the lighter and dropped it on the ground with a loud clatter.

Feeling uncomfortable under Shirakawa Natsumi's sincere gaze, she crossed her arms and met his eyes without looking away.

She said, slowly and deliberately, "We grew up together, and I've always considered you my best brother."

“Yes.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded seriously: “So I can only ask you for help. Do you understand? I don’t trust anyone else.”

Miyuki leaned back strategically, suddenly realizing he couldn't refute it; what he said actually made a lot of sense.

He had been bedridden and had never dated a woman. Even if he randomly found a live-in woman, he would feel inferior because of his physical condition.

He had no other friends, so he really only had himself to help him.

His life could end at any moment. At the age of eighteen, he was lying in a hospital bed. I gave him that business card yesterday, which probably triggered him.

I myself am partly to blame.

Miyuki's expression was unpredictable, just as she said, she had always regarded Shirakawa Natsu as her best brother, without any other feelings involved.

But it would be too tragic not to help my best friend fulfill his only request.

Miyuki took a deep breath, opened her eyes, met Shirakawa Natsu's gaze, and said seriously, "Okay, but you know, I only like women, and that won't change."

She didn't want their relationship to deteriorate after this happened.

Shirakawa Natsu was stunned. He didn't understand why Miyuki emphasized her one-night stand, but when he heard that she was willing to help, he immediately nodded with a look of surprise: "Of course I know."

Chapter 6 is very smooth.

Miyuki got up and pulled the bed curtains closed, making a "whoosh" sound as they were drawn back, shutting out the noise and creating a temporary enclosed space for the two of them.

"My brother is really professional." Shirakawa Natsu nodded to himself. Drawing the curtains when discussing the surveillance was an effective way to prevent others from overhearing their conversation.

After closing the curtains, Miyuki unzipped her leather jacket, took it off, and tossed it onto the back of the chair.

A question mark slowly appeared above Shirakawa Natsumi's head. The ward was well-ventilated and not hot.

After Miyuki took off his jacket, underneath was a T-shirt with a picture of a lion's claw mark.

Because she is good at sports, she has a very firm chest.

Miyu pulled the hem of her T-shirt out of her jeans, making the shirt appear to float in the air as it was pushed up against her chest.

She reached out and unbuttoned her jeans, the fly popped open, revealing a black lace design beneath her fair skin.

“Actually, it doesn’t have to be this complicated.” Shirakawa Natsu tried to remain calm. He didn’t understand the situation, but he knew that his good brother wouldn’t suddenly become beastly and try to force himself on him, after all, they were of different genders.

He tried to use verbal communication to ascertain the current situation.

Hearing him speak, Miyuki stopped unzipping her jeans, which she had only half-unzipped, and pouted, saying, "What a hassle."

In comics and movies, things always start with words, but of course, that's not how it works in reality.

Miyuki felt that Shirakawa Natsu's knowledge came from those places, which led to a misunderstanding of the real world.

But he would never actually date a girlfriend in his life, and Miyuki couldn't be bothered to correct him.

She won't hesitate about things she's already promised.

Miyu reached out, tied her long, flowing hair together at the back of her head, lifted the blanket from the hospital bed, and bent down.

Shirakawa Natsu's expression finally crumbled, but Miyuki didn't notice it at the moment.

She wasn't a professional; she hadn't learned the skill of making eye contact while opening her mouth.

In novels, when a beautiful woman throws herself at a man due to a misunderstanding, the author will always explain the situation with a righteous and righteous expression at the most crucial moment to increase the drama.

In reality, Shirakawa Natsu cooperated by lifting her waist, and it felt... very moist.

Just one minute later.

"Ah!" Shirakawa Natsu cried out in pain, clenching her teeth to suppress her screams, her body bent over on the hospital bed, beginning to question the meaning of life.

Miyu picked up her water glass to rinse her mouth, wiped her lips with a tissue, and remained as calm as ever: "Excuse me, should I call a nurse? I thought it would be simple."

Despite the pain, Shirakawa Natsumi waved her hands frantically. Only after the excruciating pain subsided somewhat did she slowly say, "I remember you changed girlfriends almost every month, right?"

“Men and women have different structures.” Mikiko buttoned up her jeans, paused for a moment, and seemed to feel sorry for Hyakukawa Natsumi. While putting on her leather jacket, she said, “I’ll help you finish next time.”

In this information age, the only thing preventing people from learning more skills is laziness.

After tidying her clothes, Miyuki said, "I'm leaving now."

"Uh, wait a minute." Shirakawa Natsumi, ignoring the pain, quickly spoke up.

Mi Zhi Shi frowned: "Don't push your luck. I'm only willing to help you because I consider you a brother."

"No." Shirakawa Natsumi didn't dare to pause again this time, afraid that she would misunderstand again, and spoke very quickly:

"I would also like to ask you to help me track down Hashimoto Arina. I want to know if she has a boyfriend, including details about him."

He knew it wasn't appropriate to bring up what he had just done.

But the constant feeling of weakness in his body made him realize that what he lacked most right now was time.

Miyuki was taken aback. Considering the current request and Shirakawa Natsu's behavior just now, she instantly realized that she had misunderstood him.

A fleeting hint of embarrassment crossed her face, but she maintained a cool expression and said casually, "I understand."

After she finished speaking, she drew back the curtains and left the ward.

Shirakawa Natsu watched her leave the ward, then relaxed completely and collapsed onto the hospital bed.

The strange sensation from earlier flashed through my mind, and a strange feeling welled up inside me.

It's not just women who care a lot about their emotional well-being; men do too.

Try to imagine that the person in the picture is a charming woman and her handsome, aloof childhood sweetheart, while also showing a look of disgust.

In terms of sensory stimulation, they are completely different.

"This is so troublesome." Shirakawa Natsu pulled the sheet over her head, suddenly realizing that her brother had become quite handsome.

In a corner downstairs at the hospital, Miyuki banged her forehead against the wall, making a "bang bang" sound.

"Destroy it." Mikoto rested her forehead on one hand. Doing that kind of thing and doing that kind of thing due to misunderstanding were completely different things. Right now, she just wanted to escape Earth.

“Hashimoto Arina.” Miyuki murmured the name, leaning casually against the wall, and took out his phone to search for related information.

She had run into her a few times when she came to the hospital to pick up her manuscript, and she instinctively disliked this cheerful and beautiful female doctor.

Her enthusiasm, her kindness, and her gentleness can mislead naive boys.

Shirakawa Natsu is a genius, but he has been bedridden due to health reasons. When he was at his most vulnerable, a woman like this appeared in his life, and it was not surprising that he fell for her. However, the two were destined to have no future together.

Now, what she feared has indeed happened.

"This central air conditioning in Yasashi is really annoying," Mikoto muttered, turning and leaving the hospital.

Shirakawa Natsu was unaware of the trouble that investigating Hashimoto Arina's request would cause Minoki.

He wasn't an inexperienced young man; he clearly knew what to do first in the current situation.

The number of friends on the mobile app did not decrease after I left the office; instead, it increased from 93 to 95.

Without a doubt, if the two people are in similar circumstances, they can basically start thinking about what to name their child.

Shirakawa Aki wrote down the obstacles he needed to overcome on the drawing board.

"A feeling of immorality between doctors and patients."

"His health condition is terrible."

"Arina Hashimoto may be dating someone else."

He urgently needs to find a way to get to the bottom of his relationship with Arina Hashimoto.

Without resolving these issues, there is absolutely no possibility of them interacting.

"Dr. Hashimoto, you've arrived." The old lady's voice came from the bedside outside the ward.

Startled, Shirakawa Aki quickly stuffed the drawing board under his pillow.

Hashimoto Arina stood at the door, chatting with the old lady with a smile on her face. The old lady's forehead wrinkled up with laughter.

After checking the old lady's register and giving her some instructions, she came to Chuanqiu's bedside, put her hands on her hips, and said, "You've left your things lying around again."

Just now, for convenience, Miyuki piled all his drawings and paintbrushes on the bedside table.

When Hashimoto Arina saw this, she reached out and helped him tidy up.

Shirakawa Natsu confessed his feelings to her in the office that morning, but was rejected. He thought she would deliberately avoid him for the next couple of days.

As a result, she took the initiative to come and find him in the evening.

As she bent over, she tucked her long hair behind her ear. The setting sun shone through the window onto her face, as if softening the sunlight.

Hashimoto Arina cleaned up by herself, then clapped her hands in satisfaction: "Done!"

She looked up and found Shirakawa Natsu's gaze fixed on her face. Without looking away, she smiled and said, "Is it pretty? Do you want to compliment me?"

"Youcai's beauty is beyond words." Shirakawa Natsumi shrugged and casually uttered a cheesy pickup line.

His attention had been focused on Hashimoto Arina's large breasts as she bent over, their shape naturally falling due to the suspension in the air.

"You're so good with words." Hashimoto Arina smiled and reached out to ruffle his hair.

"Stop messing with my hair." Shirakawa Natsu pushed her arm away, wondering why she had suddenly come looking for her.

Hashimoto Arina chuckled softly, then suddenly reached out and pulled the bed curtain closed.

Shirakawa Natsu's expression was strange; why did this scene seem so familiar?

Hashimoto Arina drew the bed curtains, sat down on the hospital bed next to him, and said softly, "Natsu, were you planning to confess to me in the office this morning?"

"Uh." Shirakawa Natsu was stunned. In the morning, he was begging her not to say it, but in the afternoon he took the initiative to reveal his true feelings. He didn't follow the usual pattern at all.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Hashimoto Arina suddenly smiled and said, "I've finished reading the manuscript. I really like the ending for Mizuno Akane and Kotaro."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "I have received all the emotions that Xia poured into it."

“But we’re not a good match.” Shirakawa Natsu had already mentally prepared what she was about to say. He had seen this kind of plot countless times in comics or movies; it was truly timeless.

“We can try dating first,” Hashimoto Arina said with a smile. Her smile was beautiful, just like the one she usually gave to her patients—a smile that made people feel warm and trusting.

"..." Shirakawa Natsu reached out and picked at her ear, looking at Hashimoto Arina with a strange expression.

My gaze shifted to her chest, and both its shape and size were unmistakably hers. Could it be that she was experiencing a mental breakdown?

A 26-year-old successful female doctor agrees to the confession of an 18-year-old bedridden boy—even novels wouldn't dare to write something like this.

"Sorry, Sister Yuzuri, I didn't hear you clearly, please say it again," Shirakawa Natsumi said with a strange expression.

"Hey, don't make a girl repeat herself like this twice." Hashimoto Arina pouted, pretending to be angry: "Even I have my pride."

"Um, sorry, I just feel a bit confused." Shirakawa Natsu rubbed her temples and met her gaze: "So, Arina-nee is my girlfriend now?"

"It's just a trial period." Hashimoto Arina put her hand to her lips. "If it works out, I'll be your official girlfriend."

"Can we kiss?" Shirakawa Natsu asked tentatively, looking at her.

Hashimoto Arina's expression instantly turned cold: "Minus ten points, now it's negative ten points."

"This is way too easy to lose points." Shirakawa Natsu scratched her head and asked, "Then how do we gain points?"