Chapter 235 233. Watanabe finds a new way for Hoshimi Haruka
“Water~water…”

Just like the common clichéd plot, when a character wakes up from being seriously injured or exhausted, the first thing he says is to drink water.

Xing Jianyao is no exception.

She subconsciously touched her cell phone, wanting to call in the maid who was serving outside. She slightly turned her body and just as she stretched out her hand, she found the man sitting cross-legged next to her.

She was startled for a moment, but then calmed down in an instant because Xing Jianyao saw the man's face and remembered the whole story.

As expected, it was just like a dream. Xing Jianyao still hasn't been able to calmly etch the reality that she has found her brother Che in her heart. She is afraid that her brother will suddenly disappear again and leave her.

"...Water." The physical hunger overcame the woman's sadness. She now had no strength in her body, and Xing Jianyao could only look at her brother Che with eager eyes.

Xing Jianyao has indeed made great contributions this morning. Even if he has no credit, he has worked hard, so he is greatly appreciated.

This is a fact that Watanabe cannot refute.

It was just a small matter like getting water, there was no need to refuse and deliberately make her suffer.

Ignoring Hoshimi Haruka's pretended pitiful look, Watanabe stood up and went to the counter by the wall to get her some water.

There are a lot of drinks at the counter, including wine, coffee, beverages, and milk.

Coffee was undoubtedly the thing that Xing Jianyao least wanted to see at the moment. She was now physically exhausted and just wanted to have a good sleep.

If Watanabe really wanted to play a trick on Hoshimi Haruka, he could just give her coffee.

"Little sister, drink the coffee your brother made for you!"

Watanabe Toru was also 80% certain that if he really said that, Hoshimi Haruka would take the cup and drink it, and then continue to stare at him with the same innocent and pitiful eyes, never moving away, until she fell asleep again.

But Toru Watanabe is not so boring, he won't do that.

Drinking beverages and milk will only make you more thirsty to a certain extent. Considering that Hoshimi Haruka's preference is the same as his, Watanabe Toru picked up a bottle of Mount Fuji mineral water and threw it on Hoshimi Haruka who was lying on the tatami playing with her mobile phone.

After drinking half a bottle of water, Hoshimi Haruka felt comfortable and tightened the bottle before throwing it away. She exerted strength on her limbs, moved her hands and feet at the same time, and crawled towards Watanabe who sat down cross-legged again in a strange posture, holding the thin air-conditioning blanket between her legs.

Watanabe Toru didn't dodge or try to stop her, allowing Hoshimi Haruka to fall into his arms with his legs crossed.

"It's only a little after eleven now. There's still time. I can sleep for a while leaning on my brother. Can my brother call me at one in the afternoon?"

Xing Jianyao didn't close her eyes, nor could she open them. She just squinted and looked up at her brother. Her jawline was superior and delicate, just like the image of a beautiful girl drawn by a cartoonist.

"Go to bed, I'll wake you up when the time comes."

After getting the consent from her brother Toru, Xingjian Haruka rubbed upwards again with peace of mind.

Before she really fell asleep, she seemed to remember something and pushed all her work to Watanabe like a boss: "Brother, Xiaoyao has to trouble you with one more thing~"

The woman's tone was weak, as if she could fall asleep at any time. Watanabe lowered his head and saw her burrowing between his legs, talking in a daze, but the sound that came out was clear and unusually distinct.

"I'm going to post on Instagram today, brother, please help me post a status~

“My agent tagged me in the group chat and also sent me the photos and text privately. All I have to do is log in and post the updates for me.

"The password for my phone is my brother's birthday. Please also record my fingerprint. Please, please, brother~~
"Xiaoyao, I'm so tired and sleepy, let's go to sleep first..."

Brother Toru's crossed legs served as a natural pillow. Although it was a little uncomfortable to use as a pillow and his masculine scent was particularly strong and warm, it was not a big problem for Hoshimi Haruka.

On the contrary, the smell was warm, fascinating and made her yearn for it. Xing Jianyao's body could not help but turn sideways, and her nose moved slightly, as if she had turned on automatic aiming and positioning tracking, and drilled towards the smell of her most familiar and beloved brother Toru...

Toru Watanabe was speechless at Hoshimi Haruka's offense.

As I said, since she had made a contribution today, Watanabe did not treat her the same way as he treated other women.

Listening to the even breathing of the woman lying on his legs, Watanabe reached out and pulled the quilt. He accidentally used too much force and the quilt was pulled over her ankles, revealing the woman's small pink and white feet.

He took some effort and covered herself with the quilt again, trying her best not to wake up Xing Jianyao.

When I unlocked Xing Jianyao's phone, there weren't many disturbing messages. It was just that the female agent saw that Xing Jianyao was late for the appointed time, so she sent her private messages regularly to inquire about her.

Normally, the social media accounts of general idol stars are managed by dedicated assistants, and almost all updates are posted by assistants rather than by the stars themselves.

But there are exceptions to everything. There are many celebrities who manage their own social media accounts, and Hoshimi Haruka is one of them.

There are very few messages in the group chat of Xing Jianyao's personal studio. Perhaps no one dares to speak carelessly in it. Most of the messages are about Xing Jianyao's own work handover, which is clear at a glance and heard directly.

It allows people to easily find the text and photos they need to update their status.

After saving the five photos into the album one by one, Toru Watanabe copied the text and edited the status on the singer's INS account with 1869 million subscribers. He clicked publish and experienced the feeling of a big star posting status.

The alarm clock rang at one o'clock in the afternoon. Watanabe Toru, who also took a short nap, noticed that Hoshimi Haruka's female agent had sent her two or three more messages.

The tone between the lines of the female manager's message was quite respectful and reserved. It was obvious that she had been humble for too long. She was asking if Xing Jianyao had woken up, when she could go to the bedroom to put on makeup, and whether the rehearsal and schedule for the afternoon and evening should be changed...

Watanabe just glanced at the message and didn't intend to reply. However, Hoshimi Haruka shuddered all over because of the alarm ringing, as if she had missed a step on the stairs while sleeping soundly, and woke up instantly.

"Awake? Check your work first, you're running out of time." Watanabe placed the phone between the woman's breasts. The ravine was deep and the flesh was round and firm, so it could naturally hold the phone steadily.

At the same time, in Hoshimi Haruka's confused eyes, Watanabe moved her head away, stood up and said: "It's getting late. Since the transaction has been completed, I will go back first."

He stood very easily, without any numbness in his legs.

Are you kidding? I just sat cross-legged for two hours and served as a human pillow for two hours. What does that matter to Watanabe?
Thinking back to when he was in Kyoto, one of his most brilliant achievements and moments was when he sat still on the tatami, letting the five Kyoto women do whatever they wanted for six or seven hours, and he made them fall down one by one! Even this was not Watanabe's true strength back then!
When Xing Jianyao heard that Brother Che wanted to go back, she sobered up a little and directly refused: "No! Xiaoyao won't let Brother go!

“Eh!? Hiss…”

Watanabe turned around when he heard the sound and saw a beautiful snake girl lying on the ground on her side, twisting her waist and clamping her legs.

"Brother, wait a minute~ Xiaoyao seems unable to get up..."

"How can it be so exaggerated? Do you really think this is the first time I saw Rina and Yuna using your body? Every time, didn't you just sleep for two or three hours after using it?" Watanabe Toru obviously thought that Hoshimi Haruka was pretending again.

"But Xiaoyao's leg muscles are really weak and she can't get up..." The woman who raised her eyes had tears in her eyes, as if she had suffered a great injustice, and I felt pity for her.

Watanabe Tetsuya was automatically immune to Hoshimi Haruka's textbook-style pitifulness. He was actually feeling strange. You are a singer, a female singer, why are you always imitating the posture of an actor...

He looked at the woman on the tatami, wanting to hear what else she could say. Xing Jianyao pursed her lower lip and said, "It's been five years since I last used it. Today is the first time in five years, so I can't compare it with the usual ones... and, and..."

As she spoke, the woman's face became particularly red, and only her hesitant voice slowly and gently reached Watanabe's ears: "Xiaoyao really wants to... go to the toilet..."

Hoshimi Haruka's cheeks are really about to bleed!

Damn it, she really wasn't acting, and she wasn't pretending to be pathetic!

But now she had no strength at all, and her lower abdomen was still swollen and painful, as if it would explode like a nuclear bomb at any moment...

No!
If she had known this, she wouldn't have drunk so much water before going to bed!!!
Xing Jianyao thought that the female assistants and female priests who came in to clean the dormitory would not show anything on their faces, and they dared not show any other emotions when facing her.

But who knows what they will say in private! ?
Even if they dare not even say it in private, and keep it in their hearts, their filters for themselves, for Hoshimi Haruka, and for the shrine's miko and the next shrine master, as well as the island nation's new generation of female singer, are definitely shattered!

No!
Xing Jianyao doesn't want this to happen!!
She could only ask for help from her brother Toru. It was no big deal to lose face in front of his brother. Hoshimi Haruka felt that Watanabe Toru had seen her from head to toe, inside and out, and in every state and situation. She had even peed in front of him more than once, so naturally she would not feel shy or embarrassed...

When Watanabe saw Hoshimi Haruka's condition, he was already 50% convinced that she was probably really powerless.

He turned around and asked, "Your legs are weak? You still want to go to the bathroom?"

"...Yes." Still a little shy, Xingjian Yao nodded reluctantly.

"There aren't many priestesses out there, so why not find them?" Toru Watanabe gave targeted guidance and suggestions.

"No! No! Absolutely not!!!" Xing Jianyao's mature and delicate face was filled with panic: "Asking them to help me go to the toilet... might as well just suffocate me to death!"

After thinking about it carefully, Watanabe Toru could understand Hoshimi Haruka's concerns: "So I have to come?"

"Yes! Xiaoyao only wants brother." At this time, Xing Jianyao had changed her previous shyness and uneasiness, and spoke frankly.

Watanabe Tetsuya frowned slightly, looking impatient: "This is really troublesome..."

As he walked just a few steps closer to Hoshimi Haruka, Watanabe Toru lowered his eyes and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the woman's slender white legs, which were as cool and refreshing as white jade chopsticks, straight and tender, just waiting for someone to grab the pair of chopsticks.

Because he met the two Asahina sisters today, Watanabe Tetsuya was in an unusually happy mood. He swept away his usual gloom and showed some outward energy.

The changes were far more than just these. He also became a little more indulgent when facing Hoshimi Haruka. Even in this situation, Watanabe Toru also had other ideas to tease her.

Lying on the tatami, Hoshimi Haruka reached up and prepared to hook her arms around her brother Toru's neck. Her smile was genuine from the bottom of her heart.

Just as Xing Jianyao was imagining that her brother Toru would pick her up by the waist like a princess, the figure of a man sitting cross-legged with a sword in hand passed before her eyes, and he looked straight into the eyes of the brother Toru she had been thinking about.

“…Huh!?”

Before Hoshimi Haruka could make any sound, Watanabe Toru grabbed the woman's legs with both hands, closed them, and gently lifted them up like an eagle catching a chick.

The churning waves in her lower abdomen made Xing Jianyao feel like she was dying. She felt extremely painful and uncomfortable.

There is only one thing Xing Jianyao wants to do now, and that is to go to the toilet immediately!

But she couldn't understand the current situation, and she couldn't figure out why Brother Che did this and what his purpose was...

If it weren't for the fact that the Asahina sisters had taken turns to enter Hoshimi Haruka's body with their consciousness, making her tired and powerless, she would definitely break free from her brother's hands and go to the bathroom immediately.

But now, even though her legs were clearly right in front of her, Xing Jianyao had no control over them at all, because all control was firmly controlled by the big hand with slender fingers and distinct joints at her ankle.

"Ah...what should I do?"

It’s my brother’s voice!

Xing Jianyao was extremely alert and listened attentively.

What he waited for was the whisper of the devil whose identity and status were exchanged...

"I was thinking... since Xiaoyao wants her brother to help, she actually has another way to help Xiaoyao go to the toilet." Watanabe Toru smiled sinisterly on purpose.

What do you mean?
Xing Jianyao still didn't understand. Wouldn't it be OK to just carry her to the toilet? Why...

Xing Jianyao tilted her head, unable to figure it out. After a few breaths, her pupils gradually dilated, and her mind suddenly became clear. Then she stood on the tatami in a daze, without even blinking.

She recalled several extremely embarrassing memories that happened at the shrine. Whenever she recalled them, she couldn't help but blush...

Wait!
So what my brother meant was...!?

There was a "clicking" sound, which used to sound like such a crisp and beautiful melody, but now it was like the whisper of the ancient god Cthulhu in the ear, making Xing Jianyao's delicate face completely unable to hold back!
No! Stop it now! Stop it!

(End of this chapter)