"you're awake."

Bailey's gentle and considerate words made the dizzy Bermod feel dizzy.

She stretched out her hand to caress her temples. She originally felt that she was in danger and was quite awake, but now she couldn't think anymore.

She didn't bother to think about what she was thinking. She rubbed her temples to relieve her headache and looked at Baileys: "What have you done?"

Amamiya Noriko pursed her lips, lowered her head with a shy look, and played with a strand of wet hair with her slender fingers: "I have done everything I should do."

“…”

Belmodu pulled a pretty face and suddenly came to his senses.

She touched her face and long golden hair. Her disguise was completely faded by Baileys, and now she looked exactly like her original self.

Belmod pulled back the quilt and took a look, then looked up at Baileys, feeling even more headache-stricken.

"Then you have too many things to do."

Amamiya Noriko stopped pretending to her, her eyes were crescent-shaped in smile, and the corners of her mouth were raised: "After all, I am a gentle person."

It doesn't matter what she said, Belmode will know it himself, but it seems that Baileys at least removed her makeup and took a shower.

She could still smell the fragrance of shampoo and shower gel, and the soft smell was probably not from a small brand.

Belmod glanced at Baileys, who was smiling. Counting New York's treatment of his wounds, this was the second time he had fallen into this guy's hands.

Fortunately, nothing too bad probably happened.

"I originally wanted to change your clothes, but you were very resistant to getting dressed when you were drunk."

“…”

“It’s okay if I don’t want to wear clothes, but I keep trying to take advantage of me, which makes my clothes wet.”

“…”

"Bathing you is harder than bathing a cat. I had to take a bath again after I took a bath with you."

“…”

"well…"

When Belmode heard her sighing with a distressed look, he couldn't help but frown and interrupted: "Okay, shut up and stop talking."

Baileys spread his hands and continued: "Oh, what a night with wonderful memories."

Belmod gritted his silver teeth slightly, but suddenly relaxed his brows and chuckled: "Thank you anyway. After all, you didn't do anything else besides that."

She knew her own body. Although she still felt the discomfort of a hangover, she had not done anything extreme.

Baileys said that she had done everything, but in fact she had done nothing. It was true that she had taken care of herself.

Noriko Amamiya nodded: "Because, dear Belmod, you almost vomited all over yourself, so it's more important to clean you up first."

“…”

Belmod looked calm and touched everywhere under the quilt. Where is my pistol?

After all, Bellmode had woken up. Although she was still feeling uncomfortable due to her hangover from drinking too much wine, she didn't need and would not let Baileys take care of her anymore.

After calming down for a while, Belmod directly pulled away the quilt and got out of bed and went to the bathroom barefoot.

She didn't care at all about the way Bailey looked at her body, or she was quite proud of it. At least she could tell from a quick glance that Bailey's figure was not as good as her own.

In terms of figure, she is better than Baileys. She is not a shy person in the first place, and Baileys has seen her anyway. At this time, it is more like deliberately showing off her proud figure.

Noriko Amamiya curled her lips, "You have the nerve to compare your figure with a minor like me, you win."

After closing the door and taking care of herself in the bathroom, Bermode came out looking energetic and put on the skirt Amemiya Noriko had put inside.

After she came out, she sat down on a chair in the room, folded her legs elegantly, and glanced at the layout of the room.

It's a large room with double bed, but it's not a high-end hotel in terms of design and other aspects.

She glanced at Bailey who was blow-drying her hair, lowered her head slightly and let one side of her hair fall down. Only half of her face could be seen, which still made her feel that her appearance was exquisite.

"Is this her real appearance? She is really pretty. No wonder she has an aura of narcissism."

Belmod thought to himself, glanced at the double bed, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Why don't you get a room with two beds? Do you really want to sleep with me?"

Noriko Amamiya stopped blowing the hairdryer for a moment and gave her an innocent look: "Because someone is still a man when he is drunk, it would be nice if I carried you to the room."

The look in the girl's eyes at the front desk seemed like she was going to do something to this drunk man.

Belmode: “…”

She didn't want to know what happened when she was drunk.

"How about those gangsters?"

Amamiya Noriko raised her chin towards the table over there and said casually: "I'm probably already lying down in the hospital."

As long as he didn't die or was seriously disabled or something, it was just a matter of how long he lay down, and it should be regarded as a life lesson.

Isn’t it very profitable to learn a practical truth in a non-life-threatening lesson or to be beaten by a super-beautiful beauty?

Being a gangster also comes with risks.

Moreover, she was beaten with a waistcoat, but she turned around and took down the number. What does it have to do with Miss Amamiya?

Belmode didn't care about the outcome of those gangsters. Baileys probably acted appropriately. As long as no one was killed, the police wouldn't really care what happened to those gangsters.

Rather, it would be better to say that these scum of society are just annoying, and the police usually have nothing to do with them if they don't cause any big trouble.

Now that they themselves have suffered, I guess the police would be happy to see what happened.

Belmode tilted her head and looked in the direction Bailey was indicating. On the table was a pair of gloves with fair skin that was thinner than a cicada's wings. If she read correctly, there were also fine fake fingerprints.

Who did you learn the art of disguise from?

Belmode wanted to ask, but Bailey Sweet would definitely not tell, so she remained silent and just glanced a few more times.

Baileys' disguise props are so sophisticated that the cost is definitely very high.

However, with her ability to disguise herself, money is just a number, and there are countless ways to obtain it.

Belmod and Bailey looked at each other for a long time, then went straight to bed and fell into the quilt.

"I have a bit of a headache. I'll continue to sleep for a while. You can do whatever you want."

It was completely impossible for her to beat Baileys in her current state. Instead of being teased by her and unable to fight back, she might as well go to bed because her head hurt so badly.

Noriko Amamiya said strangely: "I should have fed you hangover soup."

Belmode didn't want to open his eyes: "Normal people drink 80-proof rum as beer, and they have to lie down for a whole day even if they drink sober soup!"

Amamiya Noriko nodded, but still wanted to express: "I am a normal person."

Belmode said firmly: "No, you are not."

If a normal person drinks like this, he should lie down like himself.

Noriko Amamiya looked at the woman lying upright, not worried about what she would do. She still had to remind her: "Check out at 12 noon."

Belmode immediately opened his eyes again, his beautiful eyes tilted toward Baileys. He didn't know what time it was, but looking at the light outside the window, it seemed like ninety o'clock in the morning at least.

Her goal was to sleep until dark again and clear her body of all negative states in one fell swoop. Wouldn't it cost her her life if she only slept for two hours and got up again?

Although I am a ruthless killer, I actually drank a few glasses of 80-proof alcohol.

Belmode took a deep breath: "Can't you extend the house?"

"I've touched every part of your body, and there's nothing that can prove your identity."

Noriko Amamiya chuckled, causing Bermod to raise his eyebrows.

Most houses in Japan do not require anything to prove your identity. Just register your phone number, name and address. Higher-end hotels may require you to provide some identification.

But this nearby small hotel requires at least a photo ID.

She didn't, and neither did Belmod. None of us were civilians, and no one really brought their ID when they went out.

So the young lady at the front desk felt relieved because of her good looks, so she allowed them to book a room for one night, and even though she checked in at night, she checked out at normal times, which was very strict.

Noriko Amamiya did provide her with a choice: "The love hotel will definitely not require you to provide any identification."

Belmode sat up despite her headache and packed up to leave. She had no interest in sleeping in a love hotel.

Noriko Amamiya was not in a hurry: "Don't worry, you won't be checking out until 12 o'clock anyway. I'll drive you back to the Rice Flower Hotel later."

Belmode was wearing shoes and looked at her after hearing this, "Why didn't you send me back last night?"

"Huh? Drunk Belmode is too dishonest. I'm afraid of getting into a car accident."

"..."

Belmod nodded. As expected, he shouldn't have asked.

She didn't bother to change back into a man's appearance, so she put on makeup casually. Anyway, she couldn't recognize her original appearance. "Let's go. There will be a man and a woman when you come, and two women when you leave. It should be okay, right?"

"There shouldn't be any problem. The girl who worked last night should be on the night shift and won't be here right now, if there's no handover."

Belmode just asked casually, if she wanted to leave, could she still be allowed to leave?
To be continued...