Ke Xue: I Have A Duplicate Life Of My Wives

Ultimately.

Hanyu Shirasawa did not resist the temptation.

Agreed to Yukiko's request to have a room with her.

Upstairs.

Room on the fifteenth floor.

"Wow..."

Yukiko circled under the softly lit crystal jumping lights, and finally slammed into a soft large bed in the room:

"Senior, sleep together at night, inexplicably a little nervous."

"Don't say things that are misleading."

Hanyu Shirasawa sat on the sofa in the room and shook his head: "It's good that there are no paparazzi to follow, and you are better disguised." Otherwise, tomorrow's newspaper headlines will definitely be the famous female star Fujimine Yukiko, spending the night in a hotel with a strange man.

"Hmph~ I'm ready to retire anyway, even if there is such a report, I'm not afraid."

"Okay, you're awesome. This sofa is nice, I sleep here tonight. ”

"Senior, this bed is so soft, don't you come to experience it?" Yukiko patted the position next to her bed, although the words that came out were a little strange, but it felt very serious to say it from her mouth, and there was no meaning to be strange.

"No need, I can't sleep in such a soft bed."

After saying that, Hanyu Shirasawa got up and opened the floor-to-ceiling windows, and came to the balcony to enjoy the night view of Kyoto at night.

"It's so beautiful..."

Yukiko didn't know when she came out of the side, her hands propped up on the railing, and a breeze hit, ruffling her long hair:

"Senior, watching the night scene together like this seems to be very romantic."

"It's romantic at the beginning, and after a while you'll feel very cold and wonder why you're standing here so stupidly." Hanyu Shirasawa said the words that were disheartening.

"Oh, senior, you really hate it." Yukiko reached out and patted him lightly and heavily.

Hanyu Shirasawa shrugged: "The truth is often so cruel, it's undeniable.

"Nasty Hate Hate ~" Her small fist was like a hot wheel, and at this moment she beckoned Hanyu Shirasawa.

But the slight force is like a little milk cat coquettishly coddling its owner.

"Hmm~ a little to the left shoulder, it's a little itchy there. Yes, yes, this is it." Hanyu Shirasawa narrowed his eyes comfortably.

Yukiko pouted wordlessly, lowered his hand, and suddenly said in a loud voice:

"Ignore you, I'm going to take a shower!"

After speaking, she went to the bathroom in the room, but unfortunately the bathroom door was a large glass, which was very clear, which made a black line appear on her forehead, and turned her head and said:

"Senior, don't peek."

"Don't worry, I don't peek."

"No, it's not safe." Yukiko walked back and forth around the room, and finally she pointed to the bed:

"Senior, you better lie down and sleep, and it's still the kind that has to be covered with a quilt."

"Okay."

Hanyu Shirasawa nodded, and as he walked to the bed, he couldn't help but look at the bathroom door and give a thumbs up for the wine board.

Although he was not prepared to peek, the other party's bold design was still very attractive.

"Senior, where are your eyes looking?"

"Didn't... Ahem. ”

Hanyu Shirasawa turned around, sat down on the edge of the bed, took off his shoes and lay down.

Before he could cover the quilt himself, Yukiko had already helped cover the quilt and covered his head hard.

"Senior, I will keep an eye on you."

Yukiko finally gave a warning and the group walked out of the bathroom.

Soon.

There was a "booming" sound of water inside.

Even later, maybe because it was too quiet, I still sang in it, the noise was quite good, and it was quite pleasant to listen to.

Hanyu Shirasawa still counted when he spoke, saying that he really didn't peek if he didn't peek, and Yuan honestly lay there motionless.

"Oh, I forgot the intimate clothes, senior, you can help me get it, in the bag next to the bed."

Suddenly, her singing voice disappeared from the bathroom, and instead came a somewhat panicked voice.

Hanyu Shirasawa said helplessly, "You're going to be dressed like this."

"No, I'll feel uncomfortable that way."

Hanyu Shirasawa sighed inwardly, lifted the quilt, took the bag on her bedside table, and found her clothes.

"Senior, are you okay?"

"Uh Here it comes, you yourself hid a little. Hanyu Shirasawa, although he knew that the last sentence was nonsense, reminded him.

Soon.

Handing the clothes in.

Ten minutes later.

Yukiko, who had changed his clothes, walked out and came to Hanyu Shirasawa, his long hair wet and draped.

"What for?" Hanyu Shirasawa glanced at her and quickly retracted his gaze.

As for what just happened.

The two people knew it and didn't mention it.

"Hmph~" Yukiko gritted his teeth, picked up the hair dryer in the room, and said unpleasantly: "Senior, help me blow my hair, this is punishment."

Hanyu Shirasawa scratched her hair, but took the hair dryer anyway and blew her hair.

Sometimes.

Hair growth is not necessarily good.

Not like his short hair.

It won't take a minute or two to blow dry.

It can be used on Yukiko's hair and took a full ten minutes.

"'Okay.'" Hanyu Shirasawa put down the hair dryer and breathed a sigh of relief.

Yukiko touched his hair and nodded with satisfaction: "It's not bad." Senior, it's time for you to go wash it.

"I don't have to." Hanyu Shirasawa simply refused.

"Huh~ it's really dirty, then you are not allowed to sleep in bed later." Yukiko looked disgusted.

"It's okay, I can sleep on the couch."

"No, I'm a person with a cleanliness fetish, and the most annoying thing is people who don't bathe." Go fast and go. ”

The corners of Hanyu Shirasawa's mouth twitched, and he said faintly, "Okay, but don't peek."

Yukiko pouted: "Anla, I'm not that kind of person."

After speaking, he also consciously lay on the bed and covered his head with a quilt.

Hanyu Shirasawa looked at it for a moment and made sure it was okay before entering the bathroom to take a shower.

He took a shower quickly.

It didn't take five minutes to settle it (Hao Zhao).

Came out and looked at Yukiko, who was still covered with a quilt, and said lightly: "Okay, you don't need to cover it."

Yukiko lifted the quilt and smacked his lips, "That's too fast."

"This also..." Before Hanyu Shirasawa finished speaking, he paused and slowly approached her.

"What do you see?" Yukiko asked, his eyes wandering.

"Why is your face so red?" Hanyu Shirasawa stared at her grimly.

"It's hot." Yukiko fanned his face with his hand, but it didn't work at all, his face turned even redder, but his mouth said:

"Senior, I understand your pain, it is really stuffy under the quilt, and my face is red. 27

"Huh..."

Hanyu Shirasawa didn't believe the nonsense, and was basically sure that the chick must have peeked.

Also at this time.

A knock sounded on the door.

"I'll open the door." After Yukiko finished speaking, he quickly ran to the door.