"Mr. Aoyama, I'm sorry to disturb you, but could you perhaps come over to my place if you're not too busy right now?"
"What's the matter?" Aoyama Xiu Xin asked, his mind wandering to Mrs. Yanahara's voluptuous figure, which made him somewhat restless.
After all, it had been a whole day since he'd had anyone.
It's really been quite a while!
Mrs. Yanahara's voice was soft and weak, and even though it was over the phone, it felt like she was whispering in his ear, tickling and teasing: "It's hard to explain in just a few words over the phone. Of course, if Mr. Aoyama, you are busy right now, later is okay too."
"Mrs. Yanahara, I'm coming right now." As a cop eager to lend a helping hand, Aoyama Xiu Xin was not good at saying no, so he hung up and went straight to the Yoshinaga family's home.
Upon arrival, he found the gate open.
He drove straight in.
Hearing the noise, Mrs. Yanahara came out to greet him.
