My Origin is Your Wife

"but--"

"Eldest Miss and Little Miss are more important to me than this life."

Sakura froze there, her almost swearing-like whisper made her feel a subtle feeling in her heart.

The maid stared tenderly at Sakura's little head, and wiped the skin around the girl's neck with her hand that was smeared with essential oil, wiping away the marks left by the dead man little by little.

Feeling a little burning pain, Sakura froze, thinking it was because she had just taken a shower too hard.

The maid lady patted Sakura's little face lightly.

"Okay~ The little lady has been washed for nothing, and can be sent to the eldest lady's bed." She teased Ying, and motioned for Ying to get up and go out.

"Sister Shiyu!" Yingjiao annoyed, turned around and gently hugged the maid lady.Then he blushed and ran out of the bathroom like a frightened bunny, leaving behind a string of pattering notes.

click -

The maid slowly closed the bathroom door, stood in front of the mirror and turned around with some sense of loss.

The wet black hair was brushed to her chest by her, and she looked quite soft and soft, contrary to the coldness of the past.

She turned her head to look at her own reflection in the mirror.

The back of the red fruit is quite attractive, the slightly protruding shoulder blades are like the wings of a butterfly, and the smooth waist curve has a rhythmic texture.

On both sides of the slender waist, two well-proportioned dimples are like whirlpools in the water.

The maid turned her back and touched it lightly, like the perfect snow back carved by the creator, but there was a slender scar running down the back, which is why she has been standing behind Sakura.

She didn't want Sakura to see her imperfections.

She should be the most perfect maid in the eyes of the little lady.

His hands rested habitually on his chest.Only then did she remember that she had delivered the knife to the little lady.

Slowly sinking into the bath, the maid looked up at the ceiling, her deep indigo eyes were like the starry night before dawn that would never pass.

···

In the reception room of Liangyi's house, Gongzuka Wuyue was sitting in front of Liangyi, his throat rolling continuously.

On the small table in front of her, the two of them took out blood bags bag by bag from the portable medical box.

"This is... blood type A."

"It's...O-shaped."

The fragrance of fresh blood pierced into the nostrils, making Yumizuka Wuzuki's body sway a little.

The black eyes of the two rituals stared at Yumizuka Wuyue, who was swallowing saliva but holding back in front of him, and suddenly felt an illusion of looking at the cat before the meal.

"Mmmmm." Yumizuka Wuyue sucked on the blood bag with a small mouth, narrowed her eyes happily, and squeezed out a satisfying milk sound like a cat moaning from her throat.

Sure enough, if you have money, you can do whatever you want, and you can even buy blood bags.

"If you're thirsty, come to Liangyi's house to find me or Qiulong." Liangyi looked at Gongzuo Wuyue and said coldly at the same time. "But...if you dare to stick your teeth in front of Sakura."

"Absolutely not!" Yuzuka Wuyue almost choked, and hurriedly let go of his mouth to answer.

"I hope you will remember what you said." Resisting the desire to kill the dead disciples in front of him, the two rituals slowly got up and walked towards the dojo.

He could actually let a dead disciple stand in front of him without killing him.

really...

People always become.

But there is no way.Sakura...would be sad if she was killed.

It's better to go to the dojo to practice swords to vent.

part.12 Black Hime-kun

The heavy curtains were pulled open, and the warm sunlight in the morning swayed like flowing water, filling the entire room.

Sakura curled up in Asakami Fujino's arms.

The moment she touched the sunlight, Sakura's slender shoulders trembled, and she burrowed into Asakami Fujino's arms a little more.

The girl's childish breathing fluctuated.

The soft voice was obviously very small, but it was clear and distinct to Asakami Fujino's ears.

She caressed Sakura's soft black hair, grabbed a strand of hair and scratched Sakura's cheek lightly.

"Hmm..."

Suddenly, the girl let out a soft whimper from her throat, with a wet oral voice.Her eyes moved, and her slender eyelashes fluttered like quivering feathers.

The Qinglie Konglan pupils that had just opened were still a little dull, and the ignorant and sleepy look made Asakami Fujino couldn't help but gently grabbed her exquisite earlobe and rubbed her face.

"Good morning... sister..." Sakura said softly, wrapping her hands around Asakami Fujino's waist, rubbing her small head on her shoulders.

She looked at the smiling maid standing by the curtain.

"Good morning...Shigure...sister..."

Bathed in the golden sunlight, Sakura's little head was shaking little by little, as if she was about to fall asleep again in a blink of an eye.