Cute girl in net king

"Good night, Yanyan." Adjusting her into a more comfortable position, he paused, turned sideways and kissed her goodnight gently on her face.

"Have a good dream."

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If Yukimura Shiomi woke up and noticed the expression on the young man's face at this moment, I believe that she would cross out 'no love between men and women' without hesitation.

Even if you are still young, you are still immature in thinking or temperament.But for Yukimura Seichi, Yan Yan.Campbell is definitely the most unexpected, but also the most special surprise in his life.

"Come on, tell me, what's your name. It won't hurt if you tell me~ I won't kill you~~"——In this world, who else would threaten her life like her , just to get a person's name in person?

Nothing beats around the bush, her thoughts, her little gestures, anything she does, is always direct.

——Even occasionally, she will use some stupid methods.

The next day, it was already noon when Yan Yan woke up.

Probably because I slept for a long time, my mind was in chaos after waking up, as if I had packed a lot of things, and it was almost bursting.Her body was sore from sleep, and her forehead was also aching. She opened her eyelids, and her vision was a little blurry. She could only see a small blur of gold in front of her, and her body shrunk into a circle.

"Ugh...it hurts." Pushing herself up, Yanyan sat on the bed and slowly recovered.Gently rubbing his temples with one hand, the eyelids that had just opened for a short time closed quickly again.It's not that I still want to sleep, it's just that I've slept too much and my eyes are so dry.There is a sour feeling of wanting to cry.

"It's really terrible. It turned into such a decadent look..." If Kuroro saw it, he would definitely not hesitate to hack her to death.

Shaking her head, she climbed out of bed, but when she saw the girl in the mirror——she froze.

Familiar eyebrows, familiar facial features.The girl in the mirror was clearly the same as her, but faintly, she looked like another person.

Dazed, she reached out and stroked her hair.The palm is a soft touch.

When did it start?

Her hair has become so smooth, it's not messy like before, and it won't be knotted?

Raising her hand, she touched her face.Her skin seemed to have become much tenderer, which was really strange. She didn't notice much when she looked in the mirror every day, but after taking a closer look today, she realized that she was really different from before.

It doesn't look like the one from Meteor Street—

The people on Meteor Street, even if they look like gentlemen or ladies, the gloom in their bones will not change.

Naturally born lunatics, just as a beggar can't become a gentleman even if he puts on a suit, and not all lunatics who cut off their ears are Van Goghs.

"Too weak..." Supporting the mirror, she carefully stroked the girl in the mirror.

The other party has the same eyes as hers.The black eyes looked at her, but there were many more things in the chaos.

It was like going back to when I was [-] years old. At the age of [-], she looked at the mirror she picked up from the garbage dump, and she saw the same self as at this moment——

The breath of 'I'm weak' is written all over my body.

——"Hey, Yanyan, please don't forget that you are always from Meteor Street."

——"Even if you catch the sun in the future, you must maintain the most authentic appearance."

——Little by little, you can’t lose your original appearance and original self for the sake of sunshine.

In her memory, the boy's whisper seemed to remind her yesterday, but when she looked at the black-haired girl in the mirror, she was so uncertain——

Is she still beautiful now?

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