God Invasion: It's awesome to save the world with five problematic girls!-Chapter 1061 - 303: Listening to the Sound of a Broken Heart (Part 3)

Chapter 1061: Chapter 303: Listening to the Sound of a Broken Heart (Part 3)

Just as he was about to turn his head to look at the person beside him, a sharp pain shot through his hand,

"Hiss..."

He gasped and looked down, seeing the bandaged palm.

It was where Sakuragi had cut him before.

"...President, does it...still hurt?"

Yan Huan turned his gaze and saw the worried face of Mouse Sakuragi beside him.

The room was empty except for the two of them; Sakuragi’s whereabouts were unknown.

Anyway, the room was closed tight, and only through the window could one see what seemed like countless centipedes crawling through the void, making it apparent that the room seemed to be floating in some kind of collapsing space.

"Ah... I’m fine... Where are we now?"

"I... I don’t know either, President... Just moments ago, somehow, the whole barrier started to collapse, and when we woke up, we were here..."

Mouse Sakuragi pursed her lips and instinctively leaned closer to Yan Huan.

Feeling her petite body, Yan Huan couldn’t help but think of that dream earlier.

Originally, when he was in Ying Country and saw the news about the fire at the Sakuragi Mansion on TV, he felt a bit anxious.

After all, whether in past or present lives, it was his first time committing arson and murder; being uneasy was normal.

But now, he had only one thought in his mind:

I blew up that damned old bastard!

Yan Huan rubbed his temples and stood up, looking around the room, while saying,

"I think I know where Hitomi’s true form is hidden... If I enter Sakuragi’s barrier now, I’m confident I can find her."

"Ah, that’s great..."

Mouse Sakuragi was slightly stunned, then stood up with clenched fists and smiled, accompanying Yan Huan in surveying the surroundings.

Yan Huan stroked his chin and scanned the enclosed space around him.

He approached the window and attempted to open it, but found it was sealed tightly, completely immovable.

Even when Yan Huan kicked the window, it didn’t crack, appearing like tempered glass.

"President... It seems the only way out of this room is through the main door..."

Yan Huan glanced back at the softly speaking Mouse Sakuragi behind him and sighed, saying,

"I don’t know if it’s just a feeling, but I think that door won’t open easily."

"..."

Mouse Sakuragi didn’t reply, but Yan Huan still walked over to the door and tried to open it.

"Clunk! Clunk!"

As expected, it was locked.

As Yan Huan assumed this was the case, the door slightly trembled, and then, a paper note slipped through the gap beneath it.

"..."

Yan Huan’s face darkened, but he still suppressed the malicious déjà vu and looked down.

Hey, guess what?

"No XX... This room... It says you can’t leave... President..."

Behind him, Mouse Sakuragi tugged at Yan Huan’s clothes and softly reminded him.

"...I know."

Yan Huan sighed and turned to look at Mouse Sakuragi.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she quickly turned her head and lowered it.

Her face flushed slightly, sneaking glances at Yan Huan from time to time.

Upon discovering Yan Huan still watching her, she reached out to wipe her face, pursing her lips as if waiting for him to speak.

"..."

Seeing her like this, Yan Huan remembered how she had bravely given him that flower just now.

His heart moved slightly, and his gaze naturally shifted away.

"Sakuragi, why... suddenly thought of giving this to me?"

"Eh? What... what?"

Seeing her blushing and befuddled look, Yan Huan helplessly flicked her forehead with his finger.

"Ouch!"

She whimpered, holding her head and adorably looking at Yan Huan.

Yan Huan withdrew his hand and took out the embroidery ball hairpin from his pocket to examine it.

During the inspection, he suddenly noticed a strand of long pink hair attached to the hairpin, which he hadn’t noticed when Mouse Sakuragi gave it to him.

"This is..."

Yan Huan removed the hair, glanced at Sakuragi’s hair that had changed from black to pink, and revealed a puzzled expression,

"Hmm?"

He brought the hair to his nose and sniffed it, then showed an even stranger expression,

"Is this hairpin Yuanlina’s?"

Seeing this, Sakuragi was dumbfounded and quickly ran over to shake his clothes urgently,

"Eh? Wait a minute!! How did you smell that out, President?!"

"..."

Looking at the flustered Sakuragi in front of him, with a face flushed red, Yan Huan sighed helplessly, dragging her back to the bed while holding a strand of Yuanlina’s hair, explaining,

"This idiot’s shampoo was from a blind box draw. She got a lot of bottles and gave me one. The scent is very sweet and cloying, I didn’t use it, but she seems to like it a lot."

"Uhh!"

However, Sakuragi, who heard this explanation, didn’t get any better, and was still pouting angrily.

Seeing this, Yan Huan felt even more like laughing, so he had to add,

"Besides, not all of Sakuragi’s hair is pink, only she has this hair among the people close to me."

"...Alright... okay..."

Seeing her like this, the corners of Yan Huan’s mouth lifted slightly.

Dropping that strand of hair, he still fiddled with the hairpin, and somewhat awkwardly asked,

"So, how did you suddenly think of inviting me to be your high table dinner dance partner?"

"High table dinner dance partner?! A floral invitation to dance?!"

Upon hearing this, the little mouse Sakuragi’s eyes widened in astonishment, blurting out the words instinctively.

"..."

Yan Huan was taken aback, but in the next second, the little mouse Sakuragi seemed to recall something, awkwardly smoothing her hair,

"Ah... indeed... because you, President... agreed, and you said such a cool response while holding a sword, I... I got a little nervous..."

"...Really?"

"Mm..."

Yan Huan furrowed his brows, looking up and down at the little mouse Sakuragi in front of him, but as he stared, she suddenly looked up, speaking nervously,

"Since... since President has already agreed, so... the method to leave this room... with me... um... that could work too..."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Yan Huan’s throat instinctively moved.

But he didn’t make any move, still maintaining the necessary vigilance.

"Wait, Sakuragi, you..."

"Uhh!"

But in the next second, Sakuragi pursed her lips, but suddenly gathered courage and leaned toward Yan Huan.

She took the initiative...

Tightly hugged Yan Huan!

"!!"

Feeling her petite and soft body pressed closely against his own, Yan Huan’s body went slightly stiff.

"President... I like you..."

In his arms, the little mouse Sakuragi breathed delicately, trembling as she spoke, seemingly inexperienced with such a confession.

Yet even so, her voice was deafening to Yan Huan.

Upon hearing this, Yan Huan’s heartbeat gradually sped up.

He couldn’t help but lower his eyes, and the previously stiff hand slowly lifted, seemingly about to wrap her back in an embrace.

"Sakuragi, I also..."

However, just as his heartbeat quickened and he was about to finish his sentence, he hesitated, sensing something.

Hmm?

The hand he had raised paused in mid-air, and then he focused all his attention on his abs and chest muscles.

Once again, he confirmed his feelings.

"..."

A second later, his face suddenly turned cold.

"Pa!!"

Immediately, he clamped down on Sakuragi’s shoulders in his arms and pushed her away.

"Ah, President, why?!"

In front of him, the little mouse Sakuragi looked completely bewildered and puzzled, only staring at Yan Huan with a very aggrieved expression.

But Yan Huan wasn’t buying any of it, instead, his eyes sharply scanned a certain spot on her petite body.

It couldn’t be mistaken...

He had carefully noted it just last night, he couldn’t have remembered wrong!

"You’re not the insecure Sakuragi, are you?"

"I... I am, President, how could you..."

The Sakuragi before him was slightly stunned, instinctively trying to explain.

But Yan Huan looked directly at her, coldly telling the Sakuragi in front of him word for word,

"The insecure Sakuragi is flat."

"..."

The Sakuragi in front of him widened her eyes, staring blankly at Yan Huan.

Then, the seemingly flawless, perfectly mimicked expression of the little mouse Sakuragi began to crack bit by bit.