Because I had already invaded her room in this way several times before this, Hanabi was not surprised to see "Romeo" climbing up from the balcony. Of course, this does not mean that Hanabi itself agrees with this behavior. I remember the first time I climbed up from the balcony and entered her room, Hanabi was very surprised and said, "How did you get in?" Expression.

And when I told her how I had come in, surprise turned to fear. Climbing from the first floor to the balcony on the second floor, which is about four meters taller, using the gas stove alone, or going for a swim at the beach are basically dangerous things to the point of being a firefighter. And after hearing me say such a dangerous thing without care, Hanabi was naturally a little angry.

"But that's normal, isn't it?" I was a little surprised. I thought that appearing in such an unexpected way would surprise Hanabi. But I didn't expect it to have the opposite effect.

"But, but ......" Hanabi looked like she was about to cry. Because she didn't know what to say, or rather, she herself knew that what she said was excessive. But that's not to say she doesn't have the idea to check and balance me. At this point, Hanabi is a master-level player. Either intentionally or unintentionally, it is more likely that "I feel unintentional, but in fact it is intentional".

Hanabi is very good at crying.

And as soon as Hanabi started crying, I couldn't help it. Because in this case it is useless to say anything. In addition to comforting her, and then promising that she would not do such a "dangerous" thing in the future.

Of course, just like Hanabi is very good at crying, I also have a very good skill that is unique to men.

I'm a good liar.

So I promised the fireworks thing, and very few of them actually did it - of course, I didn't care about it. Because I'm the one who believes in "white lies" and "innocuous jokes," I've always felt that this kind of thing is not a big deal.

Women are meant to be deceived, and it is better for me to deceive them than for others to deceive them. At least in addition to cheating, I'll give true love - albeit cheaply. If it is marked in RMB, it is 18 yuan, the common currency is 3 US dollars, and if it is marked in yen, it is 298. That's basically the case - but for Hanabi, this is priceless.

So sometimes I feel proud because I have the superpower to mass-produce priceless treasures. But then again, if it's priceless, it might be worth a penny, let alone eighteen dollars, three dollars, or two hundred and ninety-eight yen.

Of course, in fact, I or the other girls of the Paris Chinese Strike Regiment, or all my lovers and the whole world, in fact, no one cares if my price is accurate or not. This invisible and untouchable, what scientists call hormonal action, philosophers call desire, and what the group elders call neuropathy called love, is actually impossible to put a price on. It just depends on people's acceptance or not. If you accept it, it's priceless, and if you don't accept it, it's garbage.

I picked Hanabi up sideways, walked to her bed, and put her on top. She stopped me when the lights went out - she hated doing that kind of thing in a bright place, but she seemed to hate the darkness more than that. However, this is good news for me. I laughed and made a not-so-lewd, slightly yellow joke on her as I withdrew my hand that wanted to flip the switch. Hanabi was just like usual, hanging her head shyly and not speaking. But if you look closely, you can see that she is a little uneasy...... Hmm, or very uneasy?

But it's very likely that this is just my brainstorm after the fact. Because actually at that time, all I had on my mind was going to go to bed, go to bed...... Otherwise, there is nothing else.

And the reason why I say "brain repair after the fact" is because at this moment there was an accident that people couldn't help but be moved by - Hanabi disappeared.

Yes, Hanabi is missing. After searching the entire mansion but not finding it, the Paris police were contacted, and they had no clues. In the end, I even gave in to Granmar a little, and claimed that Hanabi was a member of the Paris Chinese Strike Regiment that I had booked, and that she had a very strong spiritual talent. Let Granmar use her power, that is, the power of the French government. In addition, the other members of the Chinese Strike Regiment in Paris, who were familiar with Hanabi, also became active. The most capable of them all is naturally Roberia, who uses her connections to the Parisian underworld......

But even so, even if almost all of Paris was mobilized and turned upside down, we still didn't find any clues.

It's as if it disappeared into thin air. Disappeared out of thin air. Fireworks.

So, that night was the last time Hanabi and I saw each other. That's why I'm desperately trying to recall the details of that night. I tried to find some useful clues - but I couldn't find anything useful after turning over and over again. In addition to the fireworks that night, she was so cute, and she actually wore such sexy underwear for me, what a bad woman...... The skin is very smooth, and the figure is even better...... There is nothing else but these things.

"Damn - what the hell is going on in my head, it's ......"

For a moment, I even felt a faint sense of disgust with myself. This is a completely unimaginable thing for me, who thinks very highly of myself. From this point, you can see how sincere my feelings for Hanabi are.

Seriously, that's a bad one.

But when I think about it, my whole thought process seems to be very inadequate...... When I think about this, I feel a sense of powerlessness. If I had a girl next to me now, I wouldn't have to be so annoyed. As long as you snap it, you will have no problem. Speaking of which, no, no, now is not the time to think about that kind of thing, you have to think about fireworks, yes, fireworks, fireworks, !!!!fireworks,

"I thought of !!" After that, after intense brainstorming, I finally came up with something that could be called a clue. Actually, I should have thought of this earlier, but because of my instinctive resistance, my mind didn't extend to that place at all - at that time, when I was popping with Hanabi, I did see her mouth, calling someone--but she didn't make a sound-and most importantly, Hanabi's name wasn't me!!