I'm in Tokyo, caught in the clutches of the demon princess.

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Sakurai Sakika picked up her selfie stick.

“Let’s all look at the camera. Qianxia, ​​let’s kiss Fengjun. Fengjun, hug us and smile more brightly.”

Yuan Shang Chinatsu nodded, and Feng Zejian also embraced the two of them, each giving Feng Zejian a kiss on the cheek.

That moment was captured by Sakurai Sakika.

It was posted on my personal social media account.

Since Sakurai Sakika had already posted one, it felt like something was missing if I didn't post one myself, so I asked for the photo and posted it on my LINE account.

Feng Zejian's fan count hasn't changed much, and most of the private messages he receives are negative.

Feng Zejian didn't disable private messages or restrict speech.

Anyway, he doesn't watch it. He's doing what he wants. Let others criticize if they want; it won't hurt him.

The harsher their insults, the more sour they are.

While others are racking their brains trying to avoid being rejected, you're already surrounded by women.

Kazema also noticed that Aoki Sakura was indeed surfing the internet intensively.

She commented on my post less than ten seconds later.

I thought it would be a sarcastic or self-deprecating comment, but I didn't expect her comment to be somewhat ambiguous.

"Brother, is the middle seat reserved for me?"

Feng Zejian couldn't help but laugh.

This Aoki Sakura is even vying for attention.

Feng Zejian then commented, "Hmm, I'll leave it for you."

Kaze saw that Aoki Sakura's IP address was located overseas.

The girl has probably gone back.

Seeing the unanimous ugly faces in the comments section, Feng Zejian felt really good.

Feng Zejian posted this just to get scolded.

Since we've already taken this route, we might as well just keep going until the very end.

Although it may be offensive to public morals, it is not illegal, so it doesn't matter.

Feng Zejian's romantic life is already completely ruined. Even if he throws a party later, people will be used to it and treat it as desensitization training, which is fine.

Feng Zejian was still idly scrolling through the comments when his phone screen was suddenly filled with a call notification from Aoki Sakura.

And this is a video call.

On the other end of the phone, Aoki Sakura was wearing bulky ski gear.

Compared to Kazema, who was only wrapped in a bath towel, she was far inferior.

"Are you dressed like that for skiing?"

Aoki Sakura excitedly watched Kazesawa on the screen, then turned the camera outwards.

The snow-capped mountains are quite impressive, and there's a fenced-off ski resort right in front of us.

"Honey, I'm at the ski resort in the Alps near my hometown. It'll be my turn soon. I'm so excited and nervous. It's so beautiful here. Can we come together next time?"

Feng Zejian agreed without even thinking about it.

"Okay."

Sakura Aoki was even more excited.

“Honey, would you and your girlfriends like some local specialties from here? I’ll bring some back for you when I get back.”

Feng Zejian thought for a moment, and realized that Switzerland's local specialty was nothing more than chocolate.

“Okay, I’ll bring some back with me when you come back. If I bring too little, it probably won’t be enough to go around. I’ll also pick some of the better brands that are popular in your area.”

Sakura Aoki made an OK sign.

"No problem, I'm a local, no one knows better than me which brands are good. It's definitely top-of-the-line, so you can rest assured. Plus, it's all handmade. If it's not handmade, I'll smash up the factory."

Feng Zejian was somewhat puzzled.

Am I talking about the same thing as Aoki Sakura?

Handmade chocolate? Do chocolates come in different formulations?

But thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. There are many kinds of chocolate at different price points.

"Okay, okay, it's almost my turn. I'll stop chatting now. Love you, love you so much."

They both made a heart shape with their hands.

That concludes the communication.

Chapter 392 When Did I Become a Unit of Measurement?

Afterwards, the three ordered some food, which was delivered to their door. They then watched a movie while eating, and then prepared for the competition.

The two girls didn't have a good impression of this place, and neither did Feng Zejian.

The adults who had gone out all returned one after another.

The adults returned and brought some good news to the group.

That means the auction ends tomorrow, and then I'll go back.

The group was quite interested in participating in such an activity, as it would broaden their horizons.

In the middle of the night, Feng Zejian groggily opened his eyes and saw a beautiful figure beside his bed.

His signature long hair allowed Feng Zejian to vaguely recognize him.

Feng Zejian mumbled incoherently:

"Sister Zhezhi, what's wrong? It's so late."

Moonlight streamed through the window and shone on the fresh and refined face of the girl on the branch above the pool.

Yuan Shang Zhezhi smiled and took off her clothes.

"It's the middle of the night, and it's just the two of us in the room. What do you think we can do?"

Feng Zejian retreated somewhat.

"Sister Zhezhi, I'm not feeling very well."

But the branches broken on the abyss will not be spared from the wind and marsh.

"But, has your sister thought about it?"

Feng Zejian grinned.

Having said all that, what else could he say but bite the bullet and go for it?

As expected, Feng Zejian was sleeping soundly in bed like a dead pig, while Yuan Shangzhezhi was full of energy.

That wisp of white flame had also grown thicker.

A barely perceptible white light was converging from all directions.

Yuan Shang Zhezhi murmured, "One or two more times, and that should be enough."

At this moment, Yuan Shang's mindset also underwent some changes.

Perhaps in the near future, the broken branch from the abyss can surpass its full glory.

But until then, I must remain patient.

Feng Zejian woke up again the next afternoon.

Sakurai Sakika couldn't help but be curious.

"Feng Jun, what have you been doing all night? You get up so late every day."

Feng Zejian scratched his head.

"He stayed up late, it's normal for young people to stay up late."

Yuan Shangqianxia said disdainfully, "There are always reasons to cover up your bad habits. We are young people too, why don't we stay up late?"

Feng Zejian gritted his teeth.

"That's not because of you..."

Chika Fuchigami tilted her head and squinted her beautiful eyes.

"What am I?"

Feng Zejian realized he had misspoke.

"That's because I can't sleep because I'm thinking about you."

With her hands behind her back, Yuan Shangqianxia leaned forward, her face almost touching Feng Zejian's, and smiled with a hint of deeper meaning.

"Oh, really? I've been thinking about you so much I can't sleep. Your scent is quite unique."

Feng Zejian suddenly lunged forward and pressed Yuan Shangqianxia down onto the sofa.

"Woman, I don't like being led by the nose."

Chika Fuchigami's fair wrist was being held by Kazema.

"So what do you want, you stinky man?"

Kazema approached Abyss Chika's gradually turning pinkish-white neck.

"Woman, I can also carry your scent on me."

Chika Fuchigami turned her head away.

"You shameless scoundrel."

Sakurai Sakika had already covered her face, watching everything through the gaps between her fingers.

He thought to himself, "Honey, honey, let's have a grand and epic battle!"

Feng Zejian originally intended to kiss this girl so much she lost her bearings, to deflate her arrogance.

But then came the sound of a lock being opened on the door.

Feng Zejian released his grip.

"I'll let you off this time, but you won't be so lucky next time."

Sakurai Saki sighed inwardly, while Fuchigami Chinatsu looked towards the door with a hint of resentment.

The adults came in together.

When Yuan Shangzhe saw his daughter's unsatisfied expression, he, as someone with experience, immediately knew that they would come to disturb someone else's good time.

But I still pretended not to know anything and asked a question.

"Chika, you seem unhappy."

Chika shook her head and denied it, saying, "No, that's not true. I probably choked on the water just now."

Feng Zejian covered his mouth and chuckled.

Sakurai Yanagi was holding a sandalwood bracelet in her hand.

"You three little guys, we thought about it before we came back, and you didn't have much fun this time either. So this time I'll give you a billion dollars to play with. If it's not enough, just tell me."

Sakurai Saki jumped up excitedly, and Fuchigami Chinatsu was overjoyed as well.

Only Feng Zejian frowned.

What do you mean by "spending a billion dollars for fun"? What do you mean by "tell us if it's not enough"?

"Aunt Liu, can you tell me the truth? Just how rich is our family?"

After a brief moment of thought, Sakurai Yanagi replied, "The Sakurai family doesn't have much, probably only one-fifth of Tsumi's assets. The Yanagi family has much more, probably as much as a hundred Tsumi's. This is not counting real estate."

Tsumi Gasai couldn't help but laugh and said, "When did I become a unit of measurement?"

"This time, my father gave me two hundred billion dollars."