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His heartfelt words deeply moved Long Yan.
Looking back, she had personally brought three experts from the Ancient Martial Arts Sect to assassinate him for the Dragon Team. If it were anyone else, they would surely hate her for it.
Long Yan never expected that from Xiao Yun's recent behavior, he seemed to have completely forgotten those past events and still cared about her safety so much.
Through their interactions over the past few days, Long Yan had realized that this guy's abilities were beyond what ordinary people could imagine; her own skills were nothing compared to his.
What kind of man was he? Was he truly an extraordinary existence?
After hearing Xiao Yun's words, Long Yan felt a strong inner turmoil, but then she recalled the secret order from her grandfather regarding the Dragon Team, and her feelings became complex and contradictory.
When the time came to find the Heavenly Mechanism Mirror, would she really be able to bring herself to act against him?
However, this was ultimately an order from her grandfather representing the Dragon Team at the highest level.
"Yan'er, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Yun noticed Long Yan's tightly furrowed brows and, after a moment of silence without a response, asked.
At the same time, Xiao Yun couldn't help but wonder if Old Dragon had said something unpleasant to her during their phone call while he was leaving the hotel for the street.
"Oh, it's nothing."
Hearing Xiao Yun's inquiry, Long Yan came back to her senses and adjusted her mood. Like a good girl, she nodded and said, "Xiao Yun, I remember all your instructions. I will follow your lead in all actions!"
"Uh, my cousin sister is really well-behaved in front of my brother-in-law!" This guy always acted unseriously in front of beautiful women.
He stepped in front of Long Yan and pulled her into his embrace with a playful smile, saying, "Come on, let your brother-in-law pamper you a bit more!"
Regardless of whether Long Yan was willing or not, he started to rub against her...
"Hey, let go of me! Someone's coming!" Long Yan's pretty face instantly turned bright red as she struggled to break free from Xiao Yun's embrace.
Long Yan couldn't quite understand what was happening, but it felt as if those peculiar hands had a natural magic; with just a gentle rub, her entire body felt weak and soft.
As expected of someone from the Dragon Team, Long Yan's hearing was indeed sharp. She could clearly hear faint footsteps coming from the hallway outside the door.
Damn it, who is the blind fool ruining my moment with Cousin Sister? Xiao Yun's expression turned sour.
However, those footsteps...
Upon hearing the delicate sound of footsteps that resembled silkworms nibbling on mulberry leaves, Xiao Yun knew they belonged to a woman, specifically an Island Nation woman. The sounds made by Huaxia women walking would never be so light.
The footsteps stopped right at the door.
Knock, knock, knock... Soon after, there was a series of knocks.
Long Yan blushed even more, shot a glare at Xiao Yun, tidied her hair, and walked over to open the door.
When the door opened, standing there was none other than the Boss Lady of Fresh Residence—Inaka Hiraiko!
At that moment, Inaka Hiraiko had changed into a new outfit: a white short-sleeved shirt on top and a black straight skirt below. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail. Although she was already someone else's wife, her fresh and charming appearance still resembled that of a pure neighbor girl.
Seeing Inaka Hiraiko standing at the door made Xiao Yun's previous displeasure vanish instantly, replaced by a radiant smile.
Especially with Inaka Hiraiko's cool attire and the stunning view in front of her chest, Master Xiao couldn't help but feel elated and swallow his saliva discreetly.
Faced with the dramatic change in expression on Xiao Yun's face, Long Yan couldn't help but throw him a disdainful glance. However, at that moment, Master Xiao completely ignored Long Yan's presence; in his eyes, there was only Inaka Hiraiko standing before him.
This woman from the Island Nation left a very good first impression on Xiao Yun when they met for the first time at Mirror Lake Garden. Back then, he was still an innocent young man, lacking in romantic understanding, and was not swayed by her charming appearance.
Now, seeing her captivating demeanor and recalling her absolute infatuation with him, Master Xiao couldn't help but feel his heart race. Oh my, if he didn't have some sort of encounter with her during this trip to the Island Nation, it would really be unfair to her.
After all, one must have a conscience; she had suffered for him, looking haggard and heartbroken. Was Xiao Yun really such a cold-blooded creature that he felt nothing?
Thinking this way, Xiao Yun quickly stepped forward with a beaming smile and said, "Miss Inari, please come in and have a seat!"
Inaka Hiraiko bent slightly at the doorway and greeted Xiao Yun with a bow. She spoke softly, "Xiao Yun, the car is already parked at the entrance of the hotel. I hope you and your wife can come over to my place for a small gathering!"
"Is that... convenient?" Master Xiao replied, though in his heart he wished to leave immediately.
Inaka Hiraiko smiled gently and said, "Mr. Xiao, when you come to my home, it's just like being at your own place. What could be inconvenient about that?"
Could it be that going to her house feels like going home?
Her words seemed to carry deeper meaning; was she trying to convey some sort of message?
Thinking this way, Xiao Yun touched his nose and looked at Long Yan with a smile. "Dear, since she is so hospitable, we shouldn't refuse. Let's go!"
Seeing how Xiao Yun appeared completely taken by Inaka Hiraiko, Long Yan felt a twinge of jealousy. She rolled her eyes at him and lightly huffed, "Fine!"
So, Long Yan tidied herself up a bit and linked her arm with Xiao Yun's as they followed Inaka Hiraiko outside the hotel, where indeed a luxury car was parked.
It was a Lexus, Toyota's most high-end brand. Wealthy people are so extravagant; this car must cost several million at least.
Inaka Hiraiko did not have a driver, and Xiao Yun originally wanted to sit in the passenger seat to be closer to the beautiful woman. However, seeing Long Yan's piercing gaze, he had no choice but to sit in the back seat of the car with her.
The geographical location of Yamaguchi Prefecture is quite unique, with mountains both inside and outside the city. The mountains are interconnected, and the bustling streets intersect, forming a distinctive landscape.
Inaka Hiraiko's home is located at the foot of a mountain within the city. It is a typical Japanese house, built with wooden structures, featuring a corridor in front with a rattan chair and a stone table for tea and relaxation.
As soon as the car stopped, Inaka Hiraiko's father, Daoxiang Zhenyuan, came out to greet them.
Daoxiang Zhenyuan, looking to be in his fifties, was tall and thin, wearing a traditional gray robe from the Island Nation. He appeared spirited and radiant, with a very cheerful personality.
"Welcome, welcome to our guests from Huaxia!" Daoxiang Zhenyuan greeted Xiao Yun with a traditional Chinese gesture of clasping his fists together and smiled heartily.
Following Daoxiang Zhenyuan was a middle-aged woman, presumably his wife. Dressed in a kimono, she had an elegant appearance and graceful posture. She immediately bent down in a deep bow and sweetly said, "Welcome, esteemed friends to our home."
It must be said that at first glance, Japanese Person gives off an impression of warmth and hospitality, with great emphasis on etiquette when hosting guests.
Especially Japanese women are very compliant, giving off a gentle and submissive vibe.
Xiao Yun also smiled and returned the gesture to Daoxiang Zhenyuan, saying, "I apologize for any inconvenience caused; I hope for your understanding if there are any shortcomings!"
Daoxiang Zhenyuan grabbed Xiao Yun's hand and laughed heartily, "Yunfeng-kun, you are being too formal! Do you know that my wife Yamaguchi Kumiko shares an unbreakable bond with you?"
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