I was in Conan, and after picking up Xiao Ai, I was chased by Hongzi.

"Master, calm down...Young Master, he didn't mean it..." The old housekeeper on the side hurriedly consoled him.

"That's enough, I won't eat." Hiroshi Otoi slapped the table and ran out.

Seeing that Otoi Hiroshi was not in a stable mood, Eiffel who was standing aside hurriedly followed him.

"Master." The old housekeeper said softly.

"That's all, go and see him, and help me persuade him by the way." Tomoe Otoi waved his hand.

Otoi Hiroshi ran all the way to the pavilion in the courtyard, leaned against the stone pillar, and buried his head in his knees.

Constantly sobbing.

He has not seen his mother since he can remember.

"Mother……"

At this time, the sunlight in front of him was blocked. When he reacted, his head had already been buried in the girl's slightly raised chest.

"Master, I don't know how to comfort people, but Eiffel doesn't want to see you sad." She kept stroking Otoi Hiroshi's hair.

"Eiffel..." Hiroshi Otoi raised his head and looked at her face.

The morning breeze stirred up the green leaves that had fallen on the ground, and the mottled sunlight shone behind her, and her pretty and cold face was reflected in his pupils.

"Master..." Water rippled in Eiffel's cold blue eyes.

Under Otoi Hiroshi's shocked gaze, Eiffel suddenly leaned down.

She took off her pure black and exquisite small high heels, revealing a pair of tender white and jade feet, and knelt down in front of him.

"Eiffel, what are you going to do..." Hiroshi Otoi asked cautiously.

"Master..." She bit her teeth lightly and pursed her red lips.

"Eiffel!"

The cold and soft feeling next to him made Hiroshi Otoi, who was sleeping, suddenly sit up.

Accompanied by the hazy night, the cicadas chirping outside the window seemed like murmurs from a dream.

"Are you awake?" Belmod raised his head, his fingertips hooked the hair at the corner of his mouth to one side, his charming eyes flashing vaguely.

Otoi Hiroshi rubbed his forehead, then met Bermod's eyes and blinked.

"It's you..." Hiroshi Otoi sighed.

"Did it wake you up?" Belmod said with a smile.

Otoi Hiroshi trembled.

"Sure enough, you feel very comfortable too..." Belmode leaned over and leaned into his ear to exhale.

"I won't be polite if you do this again." Hiroshi Otoi said calmly.

Belmode put her palms on his chest and pushed him down. He clamped Otoi Hiroshi's waist with the ankles of his legs. Otoi Hiroshi subconsciously held both sides of her waist.

Pull her down.

Caught off guard, the hemispheres and soft elasticity of Belmod's chest squeezed his chest, and the soft fragrance fell on his lips, within reach of his lowering his head for a kiss.

The pale golden hair was dyed silver by the moonlight and fell on the tip of his nose. The sweet smell of shampoo instantly eroded his entire nasal cavity.

"You can try it," she said.

"I find that you look more beautiful in a nightgown than without." Hiroshi Otoi's hands kept moving around her soft waist.

"Huh," Belmod suddenly turned around, lay down next to him and closed his eyes, "I fell asleep, and I won't know what you did."

"Ah, what do you mean?" By the moonlight outside the window, Otoi Hiroshi looked at Bermod's pretty side face, smiled and gently hugged her back, through the light nightgown, You can still feel the smooth and tender touch on your back.

Belmod's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a sullen red frost appeared on her face.

Just as he was about to open his eyes, he felt Hiroshi Otoi's lips touching her.

He roughly pried open his teeth and stuck them in.

Belmod snorted and kept responding to him.

Then Hiroshi Otoi's body temperature disappeared from her side, and she opened her eyes in despair.

The next moment, Hiroshi Otoi had touched Belmod's feet. He held her slender ankles with both hands and pulled them up.

The pure white nightgown curled back with his movements.

"What are you going to do?!" Belmod's back was propped up on the bed, her hair was messy, and her whole face was covered in blush in panic.

……

The next day

The howling wind outside the window made the leaves rustle, and the dense dark clouds blocked the sunlight, making the room extremely dark.

The patter of rain continued to echo, and Hiroshi Otoi suddenly opened his eyes.

Because of the rain, the house was also filled with a hint of coolness.

He stretched out his fingers and picked out the hair of Belmode that had been held in his mouth for some time.

At this time, Belmod's slender legs were placed on Otoi Hiroshi's legs, her arms were wrapped around his waist, and her head was buried in his chest.

Otoi Hiroshi felt like he was being tightly absorbed by an octopus, unable to move at all.

Put his left hand on her shoulder, slide his thumb back and forth on her delicate collarbone, and then flip his right arm to reach for the mobile phone on the bedside table.

"14:30, it's already afternoon..."

Otoi Hiroshi patted her arm gently, "Get up."

Belmod didn't say anything, but just moved his body, completely pressing on Otoi Hiroshi, and hugged his neck tightly with his hands.

There was a soft "hmm" in his mouth.

Otoi Hiroshi put down his phone, turned his body, placed his palm on her slightly sunken spine, and kept rubbing it.

Belmod's head buried in his collarbone shook, and the soft hair tickled Otoi Hiroshi's face.

"If you don't get up, I'm going to do something weird."

Belmode closed her eyes tightly, as if she hadn't woken up yet. If she hadn't stretched out her hand to touch the quilt...

Otoi Hiroshi groaned softly and pinched her pert buttocks.

"Okay, that's enough for last night, right? Don't you have something to do at the hospital today?"

Otoi Hiroshi bowed and avoided her hand.

Belmod opened his eyes, raised his head and looked at Otoi Hiroshi's handsome and lazy face, and scratched his chest with his long nails.

"You're not being honest. You said you didn't have any more last night, yet you're still so energetic today."

Otoi Hiroshi laughed dryly, "It's because young people recover their energy faster, and they are not those uncles in their thirties."

She lowered her head again and pressed her face against Otoi Hiroshi's arm.

"Hmph, I won't believe your lies next time unless you beg for mercy."

"Belmod, I want to ask you a question." Hiroshi Otoi held her restless little hand.

Some itchy.

"Ok?"

"Why do you like me?"

"Is there any girl who doesn't like you?"

"..." Otoi Hiroshi roughly counted the CPs of those original childhood sweethearts, and it seemed that there were quite a few.

Belmod stretched out his hand and placed his palm on Otoi Hiroshi's cheek, "In this world, you are the only one who can make me feel that I care. I long to be with you, no matter what, and I won't let you do it this time." Run away again..."

[Question: As we all know, Yang Yang is the military art school's idol. Who was he before? 】