Fujiwara Reiki understood, not annoyed by the suspicion about the family rules, but instead, her eyes sparkled, "Jiang Sang thinks we would cheat, right? Then Jiang Sang can verify it personally."

No doubt about it.

That was what Jiang Chen meant just now.

Who knew Comrade Jiang Chen was indeed too cautious, unmoved, implementing the principle that "people outside my group inevitably have different hearts," with a cold face and a sneer, "Going to the hospital for a repair surgery now to catch the event, should cost less than 10,000 RMB, right?"

Fujiwara Reiki was stunned, and then she burst into uncontrollable laughter, her eyes narrowing and her body shaking with mirth.

"Hehehehe... Jiang Sang, Jiang Sang, you’re really too humorous."

This time she probably wasn’t acting.

Anyone would find it hard to hold back.

The comic talent of someone is truly extraordinary, unaffected and unrestricted by the atmosphere.

Actually, it’s not entirely a joke either.

The Guardian Sand can be faked, so why can’t technology be used in that area?

After laughing for a while, this enchantress finally calmed down, no longer covering her butt, and started rubbing her stomach, still smiling charmingly, her words a bit disordered, "Has Jiang Sang been fooled before?"

Jiang Chen didn’t answer.

"Jiang Sang is quite correct. With modern medical techniques, a repair surgery is indeed very simple, but what Li Ji means is for Jiang Sang to feel it."

She emphasized the word "feel."

"Just like tasting a dish, the color and appearance can be modified, but the real taste cannot be faked."

Yes indeed.

That layer of evidence can be repaired, but whether it’s a virgin or not, that layer isn’t the only proof.

A mature woman and a virgin girl are fundamentally different, as any experienced man would know, let alone the battle-hardened Boss Jiang?

Never mind anything else.

Just speaking of this demon in front of him, who talks about such matters openly and confidently.

The first time, it was extremely innocent and tight.

"Jiang Sang, each of our Death Warriors is cultivated with enormous time and wealth, making them incredibly precious. We would never resort to having them complete a mission in this way unless absolutely necessary. Because Jiang Sang must understand we can implant ideological seals, but there is a force in the world that can break faith, which is romantic love."

Speaking thus, Fujiwara Reiki had a wry smile at the corners of her mouth, looking at the man sitting on the floor, her gaze scattered and dazed.

"Li Ji herself is a typical example."

What is progressive performance.

The acting skills were close to perfection.

All actors should be called to learn this.

"So, to ensure absolute loyalty of the Death Warriors, if they are discovered to have lost their integrity privately, they will receive the harshest punishment. Now, can Jiang Sang rest easy?"

The explanation was quite thorough and flawless.

Even the pickiest person wouldn’t find a flaw to criticize at this moment.

"I’m not interested in how your Fujiwara Family controls the Death Warriors."

"Then is Jiang Sang interested?"

Fujiwara Reiki asked delicately, the arc of her mouth barely perceptible, yet exuding stunning allure.

"Li Ji forgot to bring a gift for Jiang Sang this time to Kyoto, so Li Ji thought, she might as well give Sakura to Jiang Sang."

What is magnanimity.

What is a big picture.

The customs of each country are really different indeed.

While Shen Zhou is engaged in open and covert struggles, look at Miss Fujiwara, directly handing over her close Death Warrior.

No wonder Japanese produce so many perverts.

In such an environment, if not already perverted, one would also be influenced and fall into perversion.

By chance.

Sakura returned.

It took such a long time just to get some Red Flower Oil?

Someone who doesn’t know might think she went to a pharmacy to buy it.

It seems that in society, whatever the profession, emotional intelligence is always indispensable.

Still looking ragged.

She got seen through and didn’t even change her outfit.

"For Jiang Sang."

Sakura obediently handed a bottle of Red Flower Oil to someone.

The person didn’t accept it, even though adhering to their principles, the view on this Female Ninja inevitably changed after Fujiwara Reiki’s long speech.

"Why give this to me?"

He asked Fujiwara Reiki.

"It was Jiang Sang who hit Li Ji, shouldn’t Jiang Sang apply the medicine?"

"If Jiang Sang is unwilling to apply the medicine for Li Ji, then Li Ji might not be able to sit properly for the foreseeable future and might have to miss the upcoming three-border meetings."

Jiang Chen couldn’t help but think of the other’s contribution again.

What did the other come all the way from Japan for?

Yes.

It was indeed for the benefit of Japan and herself.

But she did solve his problem practically.

Jiang Chen ultimately took the Red Flower Oil from Sakura’s hand.

"You go out first."

In an instant, he became the dignified superior once more.

Sakura exited the room and closed the sliding door, standing under the eaves, quietly admiring the serene moonlight.

Inside the room.

Fujiwara Reiki bit her lip and lay back on someone’s lap, her invaluable cloud brocade skirt being lifted from bottom to top.

"Gently~" 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Jiang Chen silently twisted the Red Flower Oil open, poured it into his palm, and then calmly rubbed it along the two rounded parts.

Don’t ask why only lift the skirt.

It’s because it’s a thong, already nestled in the slit, no need for the unnecessary act of removing it.

You have to admit, capital really squeezes every ounce out of women; such little material might not even be enough to make an eye mask.

Don’t know whether it’s the effect of the Red Flower Oil or someone’s palm temperature, but Fujiwara Reiki, lying on the leg enjoying the service, started to feel all warm, her ears flushed red.

Earlier, she served someone in a Tokyo bubble bath house, now the roles have reversed.

In comparison, someone’s skills were certainly unspectacular, devoid of any emotion just like a technician driven by life to the end of their rope, clocking in simply to complete the task.

"Slow down, hmmm~ go a bit more to the center..."

Fujiwara Reiki squinted, directing remotely, imparting experience, "You can appropriately use your fingers, Jiang Sang, why not a little lower? Applying evenly is more effective."

The valley’s seam truly seemed to flow gently with water, lush with grass and trees, waiting for those destined to explore.

Boss Jiang remained oblivious, wordlessly pouring more Red Flower Oil into his palm.

"Jiang Sang~"

Fujiwara Reiki grumbled coquettishly.

"Pa!"

Jiang Chen, unable to bear it, gave a slap, "This is Shen Zhou, only green massage."

"Liar~"

Fujiwara Reiki immediately said, "Li Ji knows as well, in many shops in Shen Zhou, there are value-added services."

What a "value-added service."

Jiang Chen nearly laughed, then was somewhat abashed, comparing to the frank Japanese, in some ways, Shen Zhou is indeed less straightforward.

It’s still because of different cultures.

"I’ve never done it."

Kneading unconsciously turned into massaging.

Not intentionally.

It’s human nature.

Don’t mention Jiang Chen, even if it were a high monk. Care to try?

Guaranteed they would immediately renounce the world.

"Jiang Sang worked as a part-time student when studying at East University, didn’t you ever work at one of those shops? Heard the pay is quite high. If Jiang Sang worked in such a shop, you might’ve been able to support that female classmate of yours."

No wonder Teacher Xiang Tian, who worked as a foreign teacher at East University, knows about someone’s East University stories thoroughly.

Jiang Chen no longer used violence, only using his fingers to hook that thin fabric and let it go, utilizing its inherent elasticity to snap back.

"Those shops have requirements for hiring."

Fujiwara Reiki’s eyes shimmered seductively, her breathing rapid, biting her lower lip, legs rubbing unconsciously against each other, "Given Jiang Sang’s capabilities, it would be more than enough, perhaps even becoming the top card~"

The education still isn’t enough ah.

Outside the room.

Under the eaves.

Sakura, in ragged clothing, heard strange sounds gradually emanate from the quiet room, growing louder without any restraint, high and clear, seemingly deliberate, fortunately too distant, the Kings outside the courtyard shouldn’t be able to hear.

They were initially here to greet an intense battle tonight.

"Sakura! Sakura! Come in!"

An abrupt call came from inside.

A fleeting wave of emotions swept through Sakura’s gaze, disappearing swiftly, she then turned and quietly slid open the door and entered.

Afterward.

The sliding door closed once again.