Zongman: Unknowingly trapped in the hatchet

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Su Qing's gentle voice always makes Mahiru feel at ease.

She raised her eyes and said with a smile:

"Are you thirsty? Go drink some water before we eat together."

"Hmm... But I don't know if the food is cold. How about I heat it up again?"

Mahiru added another sentence on his own.

"Are your feet cold?"

Su Qing's concern interrupted her thoughts.

She was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked at her feet.

——She wasn’t wearing indoor slippers.

And because she changed into long pants, Mahiru's signature pantyhose were also taken off.

So at this moment her feet were in direct contact with the somewhat cold floor.

She didn't feel anything at first, but after Su Qing reminded her, she felt a slight chill coming from below.

The toes, as soft and cute as tender pearls, couldn't help but curl up a few times.

"A little bit...but it's okay."

Mahiru raised her head and wanted to say something, but the next moment she felt dizzy and the sudden feeling of weightlessness made her feel uneasy.

"ah!?"

Mahiru closed her eyes tightly in panic and yelled.

My hands instinctively began to look for something to rely on around me.

When the feeling of weightlessness fades away, it is replaced by a nostalgic feeling of comfort.

Mahiru then tentatively opened her eyes, but she still didn't understand the situation.

Eh hey hey?

In the end what happened?

"Don't move. If you're afraid of falling, just put your hands around my neck."

Su Qing didn't even ask whether Zhenri was willing or not, and spoke on his own initiative.

"oh oh.."

Mahiru reacted, nodded, and responded quietly.

But she already had a bold guess in her mind.

No.

It should be said that it is true

——She was carried by Princess Su Qing!

Mahiru raised her face slightly, and Su Qing's figure was reflected in her bright starry eyes.

From now on, the stars are no longer alone.

Subsequently.

Mahiru's arms naturally wrapped around Su Qing, and her delicate body pressed tightly against Su Qing's solid chest.

She could feel the strong heartbeat and warm body temperature.

The long flaxen hair fell like a waterfall, gently brushing Su Qing's arm, leaving a faint fragrance.

step.

Two steps.

The two of them tacitly stopped talking, time passed by at their fingertips, but no one cared.

Mahiru raised his face and looked at Su Qing quietly.

Her gaze slowly moved upwards, and she mustered up the courage of a climber to challenge the world-famous Mount Everest.

It passes over the collarbone, across the Adam's apple, climbs to the thin lips, and reaches the tip of the nose.

Until it reached the top of those black eyes.

this moment.

Two pairs of identical yet different eyes across time and space continue to overlap in Mahiru's world.

But they never match.

Bowl,

What is the autumn wind sad painting fan.

The black eyes are just like the rain curtain when we first saw it.

It is still as vast and brilliant as the Milky Way.

But now there is a little more

--deep feeling.

Mahiru was mesmerized and obsessed by what she saw.

Absurd thoughts grow and spread in my heart.

——Su Qing seemed closer to her.

wrong.

Not as if.

Yes.

Mahiru had never felt so close to Su Qing before.

It's not about distance.

They have hugged each other several times.

So it should be something that cannot be seen or touched, but exists in reality.

thump--

thump--

It's like the song of the soul.

thump—

thump—

Like the string sound of a journey.

The distance from the entrance to the living room is very short.

It is so short that it only takes twenty or thirty steps to walk.

The distance from the entrance to the living room is very long.

Long enough to make your heart beat hundreds of times.

Mahiru wished that this journey could be longer, even just a little bit.

She was a little selfish, she thought.

But the journey will eventually end.

Time passes like leaking sand.

In the blink of an eye.

They had already arrived in the living room and were gradually approaching the sofa.

Mahiru knew deep down that once she got there, she would be let go.

She could ask Su Qing to hold her for a while longer like this.

But she didn't want to do that.

Mahiru pursed her lips tightly, her caramel eyes filled with unknown emotions.

Talk about it.

Is there suddenly some strange smell on Su Qing's body?

Let’s not talk about how many times the two of them had intimate contact, whether it was hugging or resting their heads on each other’s knees.

Mahiru thought she was already very familiar with Su Qing's scent.

But who on earth is this extra smell that definitely doesn't belong to Su Qing or her!?

Mahiru's nose twitched slightly.

It smells like a fox!

Who?

who is it?

Who is it?

This [mature] perfume scent definitely does not belong to any student in the school.

Mahiru could be so sure.

This is a girl's intuition, especially for a girl who is surrounded by feelings of love.

Mahiru actually knew in her heart that she had misunderstood.

When you have something on your mind, everyone will think too much.

Mahiru knew very well that Su Qing would not be the kind of person who would randomly hook up with girls.

Ah!

He is a good boy!

but...

Su Qing is a good kid, but Mahiru is not.

She thought she was a bad kid from the beginning, but Su Qing always spoiled her, tolerated her and accepted her.

Therefore, bad kids should be aware of being bad kids.

Mahiru's idea is simple.

If there really was the smell of [Bad Fox], then he would just have to cover it up again and let Su Qing be tainted with his own scent.

then.

Mahiru used Su Qing's neck as a support point and pushed his head upwards.

She tried to make her breathing as smooth as possible, like a child who was doing something bad secretly.

The distance gradually narrowed until it was less than two fingers away.

Mahiru even felt that in the end it was not her who took the initiative to stick close to him, but that she and Su Qing were naturally stuck together as if there was some kind of gravity.

Mahiru's lips trembled slightly and she licked her lips.

Finally, she mustered up her courage and pressed her lips gently against Su Qing's angular face.

——There was a faint layer of moisture on it.

This is the end.

Su Qing was engraved with the [Mark] that belonged to Mahiru alone.

And all this happened in a flash.

After completing all this, the setting sun seemed to gently dye her fair face red in an instant.

It then spread to the ears and slowly spread to the neck.

Eventually it grows wildly in the heart like weeds.

Mahiru suddenly began to regret her overly impulsive behavior.

What did she do?

what--

How to do?

Will Su Qing like this or hate it?

Will he get angry and ignore me?

Most importantly, what would he think of me?

Will you think I'm a casual, weird girl?

Well--

Mahiru didn't dare to think about it any further.

Many things are done only when we think about the consequences.

She had no choice but to bury her head deeply in Su Qing's chest, drawing on the sense of security to make her feel better at the moment.

Only in this way can her sense of guilt be alleviated.

After all.

She is just an ordinary girl who couldn't be more ordinary.

This is what Mahiru thought, and she thought Su Qing must think so too.

So Su Qing hasn't called her the so-called "Angel" for a long time.

Instead, they actively adopt some strange nicknames.

——【Little Devil】

——【Big Big Devil】

And there is the [Princess] whom she likes very much.

But what she liked most was Su Qing calling her by her name.

It was the first time she liked someone, and before that she had never understood what it felt like to like someone.

It's confusing.

Makes one hesitate.

It makes people miss you.

She had never been like this before.

——Like can make people vulnerable, because liking is a kind of [weakness].

But even so, Mahiru still wanted to embrace the warmth of the moment without hesitation.

Even want to have more.

So, so.

Not willing to settle for the status quo anymore.

I don't want the relationship to stagnate any further.

Even though her actions have made everything in the past become a moon in the mirror and a flower in the water.

Even if there is a chance to start over.

Mahiru will never have even the slightest regret or hesitation.

"I like you... Qingjun..."

The girl's faint murmur escaped in the warmth.

Gradually, gradually it filled the entire living room.

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