The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

Mumbling to herself, Misaki clenched the part of the sanitary chopsticks, scooped up the melted sticky chocolate with a spoon and poured it on the banana, the chocolate hit the cold banana, and the temperature immediately.

decline and gradually solidify.

Then, sprinkle colorful decorative chocolates on the tanned bananas, and you're done.

Misaki, who successfully made a chocolate banana, handed it to Mashiro to taste it and asked, "How is it?"

Zhenbai took a small bite and nodded as if he hadn't woken up.

"! Great success! Misaki laughed and couldn't wait to share the results with Kouto and Rokka, who were clamoring for their own.

"Misaki, where have you been the other day?"

Chiryu, who lost her sister's favor, stood up and asked.

"Um... nothing."

Misaki's expression remained unchanged, and she fooled the past with a haha: "Senryu, do you want it?"

"Need not."

Looking at Misaki's back, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't think of it.

At about the same time, the doorbell rang notifying visitors.

Everyone's attention was focused on Qian Liu who just stood up and was closest to the entrance, so he casually stepped on his slippers and opened the entrance door.

Who was thinking about this question? As soon as he opened the door, his vision suddenly became bright, and he even narrowed his eyes because of the glare.

A young girl stood in front of her. Even without the sun, her dazzling golden hair was shining brightly. Her big eyes reminded people of the azure blue of the ocean in midsummer. Her soft cheeks were raised upwards and she smiled softly.

"Hello, sorry for such a sudden visit."

If it were an ordinary person, just by talking to her with eyes crossed, my face would be flushed and my heart would be racing.

Her fitted shirt highlighted her plump breasts, her waist was tightly tucked, and her lower body was a pleated skirt with a plaid pattern, which looked like some kind of uniform, giving the impression of elegance and purity.

It looks like she should be seventeen, eighteen, nine years old. If I can describe it in one sentence, she is a super beautiful girl, and no matter how you look at it, she will definitely not be a person from an island country in the [-]th district of the extreme east.

In the face of the unexpected visitor, Qianliu's thoughts paused for a moment.

"Could it be that I was fascinated by my Qian Zhao's beauty?"

I don't know if it was to ease the atmosphere, but the girl laughed mischievously and spoke standard Japanese.

Well, Rita Rita Einsworth, never thought it was her.

Qianliu knew that the purpose of her coming was nothing more than... taking Zhenbai back to continue painting and exerting her talents.

"Ah, is there something wrong with my Japanese? Obviously, I am quite confident in my Japanese."

The blonde girl pretended to be surprised.

"Very standard decoration."

"Your compliment is my honor."

"Um"

Qianliu looked at her from top to bottom, it was true that she did not shy away from top to bottom, and then deliberately asked: "You are"

"Ala."

The beautiful girl covered her mouth with her hands and smiled elegantly, no matter what...

Whether it is words or actions, they are very polite: "Let's not talk about these.... Can you call me Shirai?"

Chapter [-] I will not go back

Seeing that he was unmoved, the girl raised her eyebrows and said suddenly: "I'm really sorry, let me introduce myself, my name is Rita Einsworth."

Of course Qianliu knew her, but he still pretended to be unclear and asked, "It's Mashiro's ex-roommate."

"Yes, it is...that...Rita."

Her smile bloomed like a flower, and then she seemed to sense something: "You call her... Mashiro, what is the relationship between the two?"

When Qianliu was about to speak, Mashiro walked to the entrance after taking the last bite of the chocolate banana: "What's the matter?"

Crossing Qianliu's back, when Mashiro saw Rita, her eyes widened: "Rita."

"truth!"

The moment his name was called, his emotions were almost invisible, and his expression became brighter.

She ran to Rita barefoot, and threw herself into her arms, their arms wrapped around each other's backs, hugging each other tightly as if they were feeling each other's presence.

Mashiro buried her face on Rita's shoulders and closed her eyes in complete relief, like a stray cat that doesn't approach anyone and only acts like a spoiled brat to her own brothers and sisters, Qianliu thought.

"You seem to be doing well, more than anything else."

Rita's body was separated from Mashiro.

"Well, Rita also 987."

At this time, Misaki, Kouto and Rokka all ran out of the living room out of curiosity.

"Wow, looks like a doll."