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

The clouds outside the window gradually dissipated, and wisps of sunlight shone in slantingly again, as if everything just now was a joke from God.

I threw all the bandages aside and glanced at Chris Wynyard.

She immediately understood what I meant, and then raised her two slender arms high and draped them lazily behind her.

The undulating breasts, the almost perfect body curve, the elegant and lazy posture, and the slightly red cheeks.

Damn, that's so foul.

"What's wrong?" she asked, raising her chin.

My hand holding the medicine hovered in the air: "No, it's nothing."

After saying that, I wanted to slap myself in the face. What on earth was I slapping?

"You..." Her ethereal voice flowed in the air, and then she lowered her head and looked at me with a smile, "You're not shy, are you?"

I just raised my head and immediately lowered my head.

Her armpits are hairless.

"No." I started to apply medicine to her wound.

Seeing me like this, she closed her eyes in boredom.

In the hotel room, gradually there was only the wrapping of the bandage and the very light rustling sound caused by my fingertips sliding over the bandage.

Twenty seconds later.

"All right."

As I stood up and distanced myself, she also lowered her delicate arms, and her long pale golden hair fell like a waterfall, covering her beautiful back like snow jade.

I turned away and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

"Well..." Chris Wynyard shook his legs slightly, "I'm hungry."

"Aren't you afraid that you'll run away while I'm buying food?" I mocked coldly.

Her legs stopped shaking and her crystal toes curled up slightly, "You don't dare."

I stood still for a long time, and finally sighed helplessly.

"I'm going to check out the breakfast restaurants nearby. I can't guarantee what I'll eat."

When I just walked to the door, she suddenly spoke.

"return."

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and turned around.

She pointed to the nightgown thrown aside and said, "Put it on for me."

When I picked up the nightgown, she stretched her arms consciously.

I pinched the nightgown. I didn’t know what material it was made of, but it was soft, soft and felt good.

He pinched both shoulder straps of her nightgown, passed them through her arms, and inadvertently slid the back of his fingers over her side breasts.

When her cool and pretty face emerged from the middle of the shoulder straps on both sides, two completely different attributes, maturity and cuteness, were displayed on her body at the same time.

I subconsciously let go of my hand, and the soft skirt slid down her waist.

"Hey," she held the hair on both sides with both hands and gathered it in the middle, pulled her long hair out of her nightgown, then raised her leg and hooked my calf with her toes, "Go buy food."

……

夜晚

When I was thinking about how to spend the long night.

Chris Wynyard was sitting on the chair next to the bed, bathing in the moonlight. She was lying there comfortably with her eyes closed, her legs crossed exuding charming colors in the moonlight.

Whenever I thought she was asleep, she would say a dispensable "hmm" again.

The empty room, the soft moonlight, and her beauty blended into the night.

The slightly comfortable atmosphere made me gradually close my eyes.

……

When I opened my eyes, it was already early morning the next day.

The big white bed, the window opened a little, and the light and thin curtains swayed like jellyfish in the breeze.

The first thing I saw was not the ceiling or the window, but a pretty little face very close at hand.

Chris Wynyard.

Her arms were hugging my back tightly, and her proud breasts were also pressed tightly against my chest. Her slender right leg passed through the seam of my legs and pressed against my thigh. I felt like I was being trapped. The tentacles of an octopus are locked tightly.

I tried to get out without waking her up. But every time I just pulled out a little bit, she tied it tighter.

I can't figure out what the situation is now, let alone what I should do. For the first time in my life, I am full of confusion about the future.

……

Later, our communication went something like this.

Her: It’s time to change the dressing.

Me: Put on your clothes.

Her: It’s time to change the dressing.

Me: Why did your pajamas slip off your shoulders?

Her: It’s time to change the dressing.

Me: You are already fine.

Her: It’s time to change the dressing.

Me: Yeah.

Her: I don’t want to change the medicine.

I can not.

Three months later

……

Chris Wynyard was in a simple and luxurious bath, revealing his shoulders and collarbones that were reddened by the hot water.

When I walked into the bathroom naked, she didn't respond and just pointed in the direction of the shower.

The moment I turned on the switch, dense water rushed down from the shower head, soaking my eyes and hair.

one minute later

Turning off the water, I slid my hands from my cheeks all the way to the back of my head to drain the water.

Opening her eyes, she stretched out her finger and hooked it at me.

I sat on the edge of the bathtub and slid down, and she immediately slipped into my arms.

One hand held her soft waist, and the other hand pushed aside a few strands of hair stuck to her neck, and then kissed her. She leaned up and let out a soft gasp.

……

If it hadn't happened that last thing, I thought this would last forever.

My silent heart beats because of her.

But, after all, this is just a dream of mine.

After waking up from the dream, I chose to return to Japan, to the home I hated so much.

In front of Alfie, I behaved very well and didn't let her see any problems.

And other people will not pay attention to my changes.

For me, life seemed to be over.

However, the sun still radiates light and heat, and when the wind blows, the lush ginkgo leaves are still like surging sea water.

In the long river of time, I am just the most inconspicuous one. Being the so-called heir to the Otoi family has brought me nothing but pain.

It's just a pity that there are still many things that have not been done.

In the final analysis, I am just a cowardly and selfish person who talks high-sounding words but in the end just escapes.

My life is undoubtedly a failure.

The moment my heart stopped beating, my heart was filled with infinite regret.

If, I didn't escape.

If only, I could do better.

If I could avenge my mother with my own hands.

If I could uncover that lost darkness.

It's a pity that my youth is a dark storm, with little stars and bright sunshine leaking out.

In this game of betting on life, I lost.

I regret being born a human being.

Lord God, please answer me.

I would like to use my soul as an elegy and play the final requiem.

Even if I lose my way in the lake of destiny, I am still willing to witness the last light.

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