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The sky turned slightly white, and there were faint noises outside the hotel. When Masahiro Nakamura woke up, he felt a little dizzy.

He squinted his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a while, then struggled to sit up from the sofa, and then rubbed his forehead vigorously.

Maybe it was because he was drunk, or maybe because he was sleeping on the sofa, Nakamura Masahiro felt sore all over his body.

He subconsciously stretched his waist, and a numbing pain hit him, making Nakamura Masahiro couldn't help but grinning.

With drooping eyelids, she caught a glimpse of Takei Saki on the sofa opposite. She was hunched over and curled up into a ball, as if she had encountered a dangerous hedgehog.

Vaguely, you can hear Takei Saki's slight breathing, and her pouted little mouth opens and closes, looking really cute.

The coffee table was covered with empty wine bottles and food remnants, which looked a bit messy. There were also some scattered paper balls on the ground next to it.

With a deep sigh, Nakamura Masahiro frowned and stood up, then reached out to grab the packaging bag on the coffee table and quickly packed it away.

When he went out to throw away the trash and returned to the room, Takei Saki had already woken up and was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the sleepy Takei Saki couldn't help but raise his head and looked at Nakamura Masahiro who entered the room with a slightly numb expression.

"Takei-san, are you awake?"

Faced with Nakamura Masahiro's greeting, Takei Saki stared blankly for a while, and then came to his senses belatedly.

"Supervisor Nakamura...."

He responded with a humble tone, as if he suddenly remembered something? Takei Saki suddenly immersed himself in checking the clothes on his body.

"Don't look, I didn't touch you..."

Looking at Takei Saki's actions, Nakamura Masahiro knew what she was worried about. His tone was slightly playful, and he said in a joking tone: "I'm not very interested in flat-chested women."

"Director Nakamura, you..."

After hearing what Nakamura Masahiro said, Takei Saki could no longer care about her worried thoughts. She suddenly raised her head and looked at Nakamura Masahiro, and said shyly: "You have flat chest."

"Well, I must be flat-chested. I'm a man..."

Nakamura Masahiro nodded and said matter-of-factly: "If it's not flat chested, then there's something wrong."

Takei Saki was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but be speechless for a moment. She was still a little unconscious at the moment, and her brain reaction was a little unable to keep up with Nakamura Masahiro.

"You are flat-chested, and I am not flat-chested..."

Mumbling, Takei Saki retorted dissatisfiedly, but as her drooping eyes fell on her slightly flat chest, her voice suddenly became softer.

"Hurry up and pack up, we should go back to Tokyo..."

After simply saying this, Masahiro Nakamura quickly walked into the bathroom and came out after washing up in less than five minutes.

Afterwards, Takei Saki got up and walked slowly to the bathroom. As he walked slowly, he lowered his head and stared at his chest.

Obviously, Takei Saki is a little bit worried about Nakamura Masahiro's "flat-chested" comment just now, and has a lot of resentment.

Time flew by like a flash, and soon almost half an hour passed. Masahiro Nakamura got a little impatient with the wait, so he walked to the bathroom door and knocked on it.

Unexpectedly, the bathroom door was not closed, it was just ajar. As soon as he reached out to touch it, the door automatically opened towards the inside.

After a moment, what came into view was Takei Saki standing in front of the mirror. At this time, her upper body was naked, and her hands were lightly holding the fairly flat hill on her chest.

Apparently, she had been in the bathroom for a long time and was probably looking at her not-so-rich chest.

Because of the noise made by knocking on the door, Takei Saki happened to turn her head. She saw Masahiro Nakamura appearing at the door, with a look of shock on his face.

"Naka....Nakamura...."

Her teeth were chattering, the girl's eyes widened, and she was stammering so hard that she couldn't even speak clearly.

Compared with Takei Saki who was caught off guard, Nakamura Masahiro was extremely calm. It was not like he had never seen a girl's naked body. Arimura Kasumi had already been explored by him.

"Well, she is indeed flat-chested..."

Subconsciously glancing at the place where Takei Saki was holding his hands in panic, Nakamura Masahiro nodded slightly and gave a very objective conclusion.

"Where is the level..."

Nakamura Masahiro's words were like the fuse of dynamite being ignited, which immediately stimulated Takei Saki, who was still a little shy at first.

She suddenly lowered her raised hands, exposing the small hills on her chest to Nakamura Masahiro's eyes, and her tone became as sharp as a hair blast.

"If you don't believe me, look at me. Am I flat-chested?"

After finishing speaking angrily, Takei Saki suddenly noticed that Nakamura Masahiro's eyes were staring straight at her chest, and the shyness that had just dissipated in her heart suddenly regrouped.

Just when she was about to raise her hand to cover her chest again, she heard Masahiro Nakamura say something extremely calm again, igniting her emotions that were about to be extinguished.

"Yeah, flat chest with a little heaving."

To be fair, although Takei Saki may feel a little angry, Nakamura Masahiro's evaluation is really objective.

Without the size of his girlfriend Aimei Miyagoshi's bulging figure in advance, even Kasumi Arimura, who has maintained a long-term relationship, has a rudimentary small peak that is enough to dwarf Takei Saki.

Judging from Nakamura Masahiro's experience, he only needs one palm to cover all the small hills, and it is airtight.

"Supervisor Nakamura...."

Staring at Nakamura Masahiro so fiercely, Takei Saki's back teeth were almost broken. This was the first time she found that the previously gentle and gentle supervisor Nakamura Masahiro was so hateful.

"Hurry up, we have to rush back to Tokyo..."

Nakamura Masahiro said the next sentence expressionlessly, then reached out and closed the bathroom door, blocking the girl's gaze inside.

After walking a few steps away, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief. The scene just now stimulated Masahiro Nakamura a lot, and it inadvertently ignited a small fire hidden in his heart.

Although Nakamura Masahiro tried his best to keep calm and did not let Takei Saki see the slightest clue, for Nakamura Masahiro, it was really torture.

He is a hot-blooded man, but he has strong self-control and can restrain the impulse of desire.

Although it is not a big problem to capture Takei Saki, if you are not sure, you might be entangled by Takei Saki.

If it is not handled well, the consequences will be quite troublesome. Not only will the reputation be bad, but the various negative reports that will follow will be tightly entangled like twine, making it impossible to break free, leaving a stain forever.

Nakamura Masahiro does not want such trouble. He has always believed in the principle of each getting what he needs and upholds a friendly relationship.

In comparison, Kasumi Arimura is a bit more gratifying. Her original intention is very clear, so Nakamura Masahiro has no worries.

After thinking for a moment, Nakamura Masahiro took out his mobile phone, found Aimura Kasumi's phone number, and dialed it directly.

"Moses Moses, I am Masahiro Nakamura...."

"Nakamura-san, what's the matter..."

Before the person opposite Arimura Kasumi could finish speaking, Nakamura Masahiro interrupted him and said in a deep voice: "Do you have a lot of work schedule today?"

Although he was a little confused, Arimura Kasumi thought about his itinerary and quickly responded: "Not many, there is only one local advertisement that needs to be shot in the afternoon."

"Find a way to postpone the commercial shooting..."

After briefly speaking, fearing that Aimura Kasumi might not understand what he meant, Nakamura Masahiro then added: "I will return to Tokyo at noon."

Hearing this, Arimura Kasumi immediately understood Nakamura Masahiro's hidden meaning, which was that he wanted to have an in-depth physiological communication with her.

"Book a hotel outside? Or go directly to the apartment where you live?"

"An apartment. It's closer to the office... I still have things to do later."

After hanging up the phone, Nakamura Masahiro felt the heat all over his body, so he picked up the mineral water and drank it vigorously, trying to extinguish the burning fire in his heart.

However, the cold mineral water can only slightly relieve the hot condition, but cannot really solve Nakamura Masahiro's dilemma.

Fortunately, Takei Saki came out of the bathroom at this moment, and Nakamura Masahiro immediately became the famous supervisor with a calm face again.

"Are you ready?"

I took a look at Takei Saki's wet hair. There were still some water droplets in the hair. Coupled with the girl's slightly wrinkled clothes and pure face, she had an inexplicable alluring charm.

"Okay, let's go."

Takei Saki walked up to Nakamura Masahiro, glared at Nakamura Masahiro with his silver teeth, and then deliberately straightened his chest. Unfortunately, there were only two vague outlines on the flat clothes.

Nakamura Masahiro glanced at Takei Saki's straight chest. Although it was not as plain as an airport, it did not have many ups and downs.

"There's no need to push it out. No matter how hard you try, your flat chest won't suddenly get bigger."

Nakamura Masahiro made a joking comment, ignoring the girl who was shaking with anger, grabbed her coat, put it on, and walked towards the door.

Seeing Masahiro Nakamura opening the door and leaving, Takei Saki couldn't help but stamp her feet, but she felt helpless, so she could only quickly clean up, and then hurriedly followed.

After checking out at the front desk of the hotel, Nakamura Masahiro waited for a moment and saw Takei Saki's figure appearing in his field of vision before he turned around and walked out of the hotel.

"Director Nakamura, wait for me..."

Saki Takei's somewhat urgent voice came from behind, and Masahiro Nakamura continued to move forward unmoved.

Seeing this, Takei Saki was a little annoyed, but he had no choice but to speed up his pace and try his best to keep up with Nakamura Masahiro, but he couldn't help but complain about the other person in his heart.

"Director Masahiro Nakamura is a bastard and has no sympathy for girls at all."