Miss Shimizu's perfect ending

If Saori Amami knows about her relationship with Yuki Fujiwara, according to her personality...

Even if she is friends with Fujiwara Yuki now, they will fight, right?

The pupils in her eyes trembled, and Shimizu Sakiren hurriedly deleted the "Okay, let's continue to have lunch together tomorrow" in the reply box, and edited it into:

Sorry Saori, I have an appointment for dinner with someone else tomorrow.

Tianhai yarn weaving: TT

Shimizu Sakiren was a little helpless, Saori was a little angel, how could he treat her like this?

Can only be typed on the screen again: Sorry, sorry, let's go out to watch a movie next weekend, shall we?My treat!

Tianhai Saori: Why don't we go together this weekend?

Because this weekend I will be a personal maid for Fujiwara Yuki!

Shimizu Sakiren was silent for a while and didn't know what to reply. When she was about to deal with it coldly, the girl who said she wanted to save herself also sent an email.

?

What the hell is going on in this world, are you all rushing to come together?

Shimizu Sakiren scratched her head, bit the bullet and clicked on the email.

Xia Chuan Tianyin: Good evening, Shimizu, are you busy?

Shimizu Sakirei: No, what do you want?

Xia Chuan Tianyin: That's great!I went to look for you in classmate Shimizu's classroom today, and found that you were not there?

Shimizu Sakiren: At that time, I went to clubs with my friends, and it is normal for you to not find them.Next time you want to find me, you can email me directly.

Xiachuan Tianyin: Great!Speaking of which, Shimizu-san is actually my senior, so it's not polite to call you Shimizu-san... Well, can I call you senior?

Shimizu Sakiko: Of course, no problem.I don't know why student Xia Chuan came to see me.Did you dream about something again?

Xia Chuan Tianyin: Excuse me, senior sister, do you have time in the next two weeks?I want to go on a date with my senior.

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Volume 39: Chapter 36 Chapter [-] Courage

In the culture of many countries, dating not only refers to trysts between lovers, but also refers to some formal important talks.

Xia Chuan Tianyin only got to know her yesterday, and it is understandable that she had special emotions because she had been watching her fall in a dream.

But if this special emotion is love, Shimizu Sakiren can't understand it.

There are not so many sisters in the world, and the one who happens to be by my side.

So she immediately ruled out the idea of ​​a tryst.

Xia Chuan Tianyin must have something very important to tell herself.

She is inextricably linked with the system, and she is also the key to breaking the situation, so I have to see her.

So Saki Koi Shimizu replied: If you have time, come to me next Sunday.

Xia Chuan Tianyin: That's great, senior!I'll email you then!

Is Xiachuan Tianyin the same type as Saori?They are all very warm and clingy.

It's just that next week's time is so full that I can't do anything else.

Go to the movies with Tianhai Saori on Saturday, and go on a date with Xiachuan Tianyin on Sunday.

More importantly, there is still a Fujiwara Yuki who is suspected to have awakened part of the memory of the multi-week program and needs to be resolved.

It seems that I am about to fall into an unbelievable Shura field...

Shimizu Saki Koi rested her hands on her cheeks by the window, thinking, scanning the details of the Fujiwara mansion from a height.

Time ticked away with the hands on the watch, and Fujiwara Yuki's call light lit up again.

After washing for so long, it is estimated that Fujiwara Yuki has finished thinking about his life.

In terms of her personality, her next journey will definitely not be easy.

Shimizu Saki straightened her dazzling blond hair, and combed it along the hairline strand by strand.

The work of the personal maid is not over yet, after taking a bath, it is time to dry and comb the hair.

There is no free time until the owner is fully asleep.

As far as I am concerned, I can't relax for a moment until the Fujiwara Yuki is sunk with one blow.

Shimizu Sakiren tidied up her state, gently opened the door and walked out of the small maid's bedroom.

Stepping on the soft and comfortable wool pad, turn two steps to the left, and what you see in your eyes is a reddish-brown door carved with golden lacquer.

It has very Western characteristics, and it is a style that is completely contrary to the feelings of girls.

When a normal person sees it at first sight, he will definitely think that there is a stubborn and uncivilized old antique living in it, rather than a young girl.

Shimizu Sakiren knocked lightly on the door, and the button clicked twice.

"Come in." Fujiwara Yuki's elegant and steady voice came through the thick iron door, the volume was low and distorted.

She had never entered Fujiwara Yuki's bedroom before, and she didn't know what kind of layout and decoration it was. Thinking of this, Sakiren Shimizu turned the handle and pushed the door open.

Unlike the Fujiwara family who wanted to show off their financial resources, Fujiwara Yuki's room was based on blue and white, showing an extreme sense of simplicity.

A pure white goose down bed, a brownish-yellow wooden desk for night reading, and a dressing table full of skin care products.

The most special thing is that she built a circle of bookshelves around the wall.

It is densely packed with all kinds of books in different languages ​​and knowledge.

Other than that there are no other decorations.

The decoration style has not changed at all, and it is an old antique soul from beginning to end.

Fujiwara Yuki was sitting in front of the brown-yellow wooden desk, wearing a light blue lace nightgown that was as thin as a gauze, and her long wet hair was wrapped up by a towel.

Shimizu Sakiren walked to her side, and could see some tiny trickles, the broken hair around the ears that had never been wrapped in a towel slowly oozing down.

Her temperament is a bit cold, and her expressionless side face is moistened by the moisture after bathing, and she has a special and sultry charm.

A fascination that wants to explore, to know why someone so indifferent can panic.

Obviously, Fujiwara Yuki has calmed down now, but it seems that he is still reflecting on the reasons for his loss of control, so the highlights in his eyes are a little lax.

"I'm going to dry my master's hair." Shimizu Sakiren took out the hair dryer from the side storage cabinet and said softly.

Fujiwara Yuki came back to his senses and didn't speak, but just lowered his head obediently.

After the bathroom incident, she softened a little.

It was rare for Shimizu Sakiren to see her so obedient, and he patted her head as a reward, then unwrapped the towel and put it on his shoulders to prevent the seeping water droplets from wetting the nightdress.

Fujiwara Yuki snorted and seemed a little dissatisfied, but he didn't say a word of no.

After pressing the button of the hair dryer, it made a loud roaring sound. After confirming that the wind speed and temperature were both suitable, Shimizu Sakiren started to blow the hair of the personal maid.

The atmosphere is very quiet, but the environment is not quiet.

In this gentle service that is somewhat comfortable and wants to fall asleep for a sweet sleep, Fujiwara Yuki said cautiously:

"Shimizu Sakiren, what kind of person are you?"

As the warm wind blows and the slender fingertips brush, her earlobe will cause the muscles of her body to tense with every stimulation.

The hair dryer gently blew Fujiwara Yuki's bangs, and Shimizu Saki Koi replied while flipping it, "What does the master want to ask? Is it the self-awareness of character? Or is it the Shimizu Saki Koi in everyone's eyes?"

"I want to ask you what you think."

Shimizu Sakiren replied truthfully with lowered eyes, "I am not a brave person."

"Why do you say that?" Fujiwara Yuki was very surprised and looked up at her.

"In many cases, I always want to escape, and as time goes by, I don't have the courage to face it."

"But I think you are quite brave, stronger than many people in this world."

"What are you referring to?" Shimizu Sakiren said while rubbing her hair, spreading the water droplets so that the hair would dry faster.

"I'm talking about various aspects. For example, if you want me to join the Qingyin Club, you will do it desperately."

"What's the point? It's just a threshold. If you step over it, you'll just lose face, and you won't die. Besides, death is nothing to be afraid of."

After finishing speaking, Shimizu Sakiren put the hair dryer into the storage box, and took a delicate ivory comb from the dressing table.

Fujiwara Yuki seemed to have captured something, his eyes were full of complex brilliance, "Then you mean, have you ever felt death?"

Shimizu Sakiren smiled, "No, no one has experienced death, it's scary to think about it."

"..."

Fujiwara Yuki fell silent and stopped talking.

The wooden comb was combed from the smooth black hair to the top, and a faint rose fragrance could be smelled very clearly after taking a bath.

In ancient China, there was a proverb that "one comb to the bottom, two combs with white hair equal to eyebrows, three combs full of children and grandchildren".

There are also many Chinese books on the bookshelf in Fujiwara Yuki's bedroom, and she seems to love ancient books.

But does she know the meaning of this?

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Volume 40: Chapter 37 Chapter [-] Good night, Fujiwara Yuki (updated)

"Do you know what it means to comb someone's hair in Chinese?" Shimizu Sakiren asked.

Fujiwara Yuki pinched his chin and thought for a while, fluttering his long and flexible eyelashes, and finally replied: "I don't know, tell me what you mean."

"It is to wish others a lifetime of prosperity and no worries."

Fujiwara Yuki chuckled, "Isn't it already?"

No matter how many floating and hazy thoughts are hidden, others cannot perceive them before they are conveyed.

Therefore, it is normal for Shimizu Sakiren to have inexplicable associations when combing her hair and not get a response from Fujiwara Yuki.

Shimizu Saki loves Quan when she doesn't know this allusion.

The windows in the room are open, and the night breeze and gentle white noise make the atmosphere very soft.

The starry night, evening breeze and the tranquility of no one can be experienced in the bright sun and the vibrant day. This is the romance unique to the night.

The last strand of hair was also combed neatly, Shimizu Sakiren put down the comb in her hand, "Master, comb it."

"Well," Fujiwara Yuki nodded, got up and slowly walked to the edge of the bed and sat down.

"I heard from Ms. Saito that the personal maid needs to be responsible for warming the bed, reading at night, and sleeping with me at night. What kind of projects do I need to carry out today?"

Standing still, Shimizu Sakiren asked seriously.

"Why do you still need to warm the bed in April? Those are the bad habits of what era. Besides, there are no electric blankets now, so why do you need to warm the bed? So you should read at night."

Fujiwara Yuki frowned, criticizing softly.

As she spoke, she took off her slippers, and slowly slipped into the feather-white velvet bed.

...?

The meaning of night reading, if Shimizu Sakiren understands correctly, shouldn't it be Fujiwara Yuki who is studying at the desk while serving tea and water by himself?

Why did she lie down in bed all at once?

Fujiwara Yuki leaned back on the pillow, pulled up the quilt to cover the beautiful scenery on his chest, and looked at himself as it should.

"Then how should I read at night?" Shimizu Sakiren walked to the bed, leaned slightly and asked.

"Find a book from the shelf and read it until I fall asleep." Fujiwara Yuki pointed to the book wall surrounded by the wall and answered.

"Don't you want to read the news of the day?" Shimizu Sakiren suddenly remembered that there was a stack of miscellaneous newspapers on the desk.

In the future, Fujiwara Yuki will be an iron-blooded careerist with the sole goal of manipulating the political group.

She should like this kind of newspaper, right?When I am at home, I always look at these financial reports.

However, she always felt that reading newspapers like this was boring, so she forced someone to sit on her lap and read the news.