After I became a divine judge [Comprehensive]

Obviously it's not summer yet, I just came out of the shower and felt a bit cold, but now, why is it so hot all of a sudden?I seem to be able to hear the sound of my heart beating, and I don’t know if it’s because of the heat or the sound of my rapid breathing. The place touched by him is as hot as a fire, almost Teach me to burn my whole body.

"My admiration for you..." I didn't know what to answer, and my brain seemed to be burnt out, so I could only stare blankly into his eyes, and repeated his words in a dazed voice trembling involuntarily.

San Riyue held my wrist with one hand, and put one hand on my chest. He was taller than me by a large margin. He pressed me against the wall like this, almost as if he was wrapping me in his arms.He is so close to me, so that the unique clear and gentle breath is so clear, it almost gives me the illusion that I am completely wrapped up.

He hummed in a low voice, didn't speak any more, just bent down and got closer to me, the bangs on his forehead were slightly scattered on the skin in front of my forehead, bringing an inexplicable and strange itching sensation.

I felt unspeakable and intense emotions pounding my heart, it was hard to describe, it seemed shy, but I couldn't take my eyes off his crescent moon-carrying eyes.I stared at this face that meant so many things to me, obviously it was so close, it seemed to be wrapped by his whole body, but I still couldn't restrain it—wanted to leave His desire to be a little closer.

Driven by this longing, I raised my head uncontrollably, raised my toes slightly, and moved closer to him, with the tip of my nose almost touching the tip of my nose, but the raging desire in my heart was still not satisfied.

I want to be closer to him, I want to be close to him, I want to touch him, my body, my heart, such an uncontrollable longing.

Get close, touch, kiss, over, over, over and over.

The nameless hotness that makes the heart beat faster, but a thin layer of sweat is secreted from the back after just taking a shower, an indescribable desire to curl up.I feel myself trembling, gasping low between kisses.

I think of the suitcase on the day of hide-and-seek, the sticky heat and thirst of summer.

In the night when the sea breeze blows, the fragrance of flowers on the roadside is mixed with his breath so sweet, the breath sprayed on the neck, the tightly held front and the fireworks in the distance.

The kiss fell between the collarbone, slipped across the neck, and kissed the ear. I tried my best to restrain myself from making a sound, but when I was licked by my earlobe, I still made a strange sound like a sweet meow. .

It's very strange, my brain can't function well, I can't help but make a strange sound of shame, but, but again, I like, I like, I can't express my faint desire for more likes.

He seemed to say something in a low voice, but although it was very close, I still couldn't hear it clearly. My attention was all on the warm breath spraying on my ears. It was like kissing again and again, which made me unable to bear it. live trembling,

He held my hand and transferred it to my waist at some point, stroking my spine through the thin clothes, making me instinctively want to straighten my body, and it was as soft as a puddle of water, almost Sit on the ground without support.

Kiss, kiss again, but I can't focus on the kiss at all, but I don't know where to put it. His hands are so hot, and they are like electromagnets. Current, desperate for more.His calm and slowness, his gentleness, seemed to be a kind of torture, his body screamed because of his touch, and tears burst out uncontrollably like a shameful voice.

"Sanriyue..." My voice has become very strange, like crying or acting like a baby, it is so soft, I call his name, grab his front, I don't know what to say, it's just instinct Like calling him by name.

Maybe he knew it again, but he was too ashamed to admit it, and just used his name to hope that he would touch him more, a step closer...continue.

During the kiss, our positions shifted to the side of the bed.I leaned on the pillow and gasped for breath, my legs were resting on his arms, most of my nightgown was lifted up, and my body trembled slightly.

I stared at his face in a daze. His expression was as gentle as usual, but completely different from usual. I saw strange and familiar emotions in the beautiful and cold crescent moon that was so inhuman.

He was as calm and gentle as usual, but he was much different than usual.Is it because he feels the same way I do and is affected by it?Is it because his face is covered with a layer of faint red which is rare?Was it because he was breathing harder than usual?Is it because his neckline was pulled apart by me just now, can you see the smooth muscle lines inside?He is so attractive to me at this moment, and his clear and gentle breath seems to have a bit of inexplicable ambiguity.

Want... want to be touched and kissed more by him.

Wanted too, to touch him more, to kiss him.

The longing that haunted my heart from the beginning made my heart beat faster, as if I wanted to break through my chest and jump into his chest, so that I could be closely attached to his heart.

I finally touched his neck, my fingertips slid across the well-shaped collarbone, and caressed his face, I felt like I was almost burned by the heat.

"I... am in love with you..." I seemed to be unconscious, but I said exactly what I was thinking in my heart, and repeated that sentence.

I am envious of the crescent moon.

Has my bed ever been this soft?Had the lights used to be this bright?I don't have the energy to think about the galgames I played in the past, and just responding messes up my brain.

The nights in early spring are also hot and dry. The night wind cannot pass through the glass windows covered by gauze curtains, and can only turn into a pool of spring water blowing across the courtyard by drafts, causing ripples.

……

His body was so sore and limp as if he had experienced a long and hard exercise, no, he had indeed experienced exercise.

I closed my eyes tightly and didn't dare to open them, and I didn't dare to move my body.

Unexpectedly, people like me also, no, no, no, I, I, and Sanriyue... I actually said that to Sanriyue, although, although I really thought that way, I actually said it , and did something like that...

Girls my age have almost all had their first experience, but, but, but just thinking about it like this makes me breathless.

What should I say later?Good morning?It's too casual.are you feeling alrightWhat an idiot's statement.I'm behaving... no shame what a statement though I do care about how I'm doing but that's not the point...

I've played so many galgames before, but right now I can't think of what to say to him when I get up in the morning.

It was a strange tension that I had never experienced before, and he always made me feel emotions that I had never felt before, before and now.

...If I open my eyes now, can I see him sleeping?

This thought gave me the courage to open my eyes.

But when I plucked up the courage to open my eyes, I only saw the familiar ceiling, and when I turned my head, it was the other half of the bed that was empty.

I hugged the quilt in an indescribable mood, and it seemed to still have the smell of crescent moon on it.

Could it be that my delusions have reached such a terrible level?

Wait, wait a minute.Suddenly, my eyes caught something different from the past by the window.

The body is one step ahead and the brain gets up from the bed, stepping on the floor barefoot to the window, and puts the branches of cherry blossoms and the envelope pinned between the windows, and the familiar golden tassels that tie these two things together The tassels were removed.

There is no doubt that this hairband belongs to the crescent moon, and the cherry blossoms on the branch are clustered, and there is still a little morning dew on the soft petals. Because of the angle I hold, I slightly wet the milky white envelope, and it seems to be The hand-drawn cherry blossoms are slightly bloomed.

Holding the hair band and cherry blossom branches in one hand, and the envelope in the other, I walked around the room twice in a daze, and tossed back and forth three times with my left and right hands, before I seemed to come to my senses and took out the decorative vase in the bookcase. The cherry blossom branches were inserted inside, and placed on the bedside table together with the hair band, and ran to the desk with the letter in hand, tremblingly opened it.

I have never studied calligraphy, and I know little about waka and haiku, but I still feel that the characters on this rice paper are very strong, and the waka that I can't understand the full meaning of the arrangement is also extremely beautiful.

I read somewhere before that in the Heian period, there was a custom in the Heian period where the man sent the waka, called "The Song of the Later Dynasty", to the woman's side on a seasonal flower branch after a tryst. The sooner it is delivered, the more the waka and flower branches will be covered with morning dew.

Mikazuki is a sword born in the Heian period, and his speech and behavior usually have the elegance of the Heian period. It is reasonable to follow the customs of the Heian period in this matter, but it may be so long that I didn’t see it until I saw it. When I went to that waka, I remembered the custom about the song of the later dynasty.

And about the songs of the later dynasty... I remember that according to the custom of the Heian period, the woman would immediately return to the waka after seeing the waka.

Oops, Oops, I can't write!

Although I had the habit of writing novels in the past, but, waka haiku and light novels are completely two concepts, and my literacy in ancient Japanese literature is to the extent that I can't even fully understand the waka written by Mikazuki...

Can't write, or in other words, don't even know the basic format sentences.The sweetness that even made my heart flutter just now was completely replaced by indescribable nervousness and panic.

It's like facing an important exam unprepared after a long vacation.

I stared at the Waka of Crescent Moon and the blank paper on the desk, held the pen in my hand, and tried hard to think about how to write.

...I can't think of it.

Can't think of it at all.

From my point of view, I can see the corridor outside and the sunny sky. The sun has been hanging high for some time, and the morning dew stained by the cherry blossoms outside must have completely evaporated, but there is no word on my letter paper. No.

What should I do... I covered my face, almost crying in anxiety, but I heard a familiar voice with a smile.

"Good day." Sankaiyue stood in the corridor, leaning against the window I opened, her beautiful eyes were slightly bent, and the new moon appeared, as if she was in a good mood: "Yujia."

When I looked at him, my heart beat a little faster, and I really wanted to watch it for a while, but I immediately thought of the song of the future without a word, and I felt very ashamed, and I lowered my head in embarrassment: "Morning, morning, Trinity month."

Sankaiyue looks so good-looking, so gentle and powerful, and he writes waka so well, everything about him is so good, everything is so good, but I can’t even write his waka well...

Suddenly a gust of wind blew up, and the letter paper in front of me almost flew up, I subconsciously pressed the letter written by San Riyue and his envelope, but my face was covered by the blank letter paper, I hurriedly put down the letter paper and pressed it again, stunned It took several seconds to react and put down the pen to touch the paper, but the other hand grabbed the wrist.

After the paper sticking to my face was removed by Sankaiyue, I shook my head subconsciously, and my eyes moved from the wrist held by him to the waka he wrote, and then from the waka he wrote to the edge of the window. I don't know whether to brush my hair, which is bound to become a mess, or what to say and do.

I am very nervous.

That's about the only thing that's certain.

"I will cherish the waka you wrote back."

"But, but, I couldn't write anything." I raised my head in shock and bewilderment, and looked at him who folded the blank letter paper into his pocket.

"Didn't you write it just now?" He laughed, and I stared blankly at the pair of crescent moons that were getting closer and closer to me, until my lips felt a cool softness, but I still didn't react.

His slender eyelashes swept across my face, causing a slight itch. When I realized what happened, he had already straightened up, and gently released the hand that was holding my wrist.

"Lord."

"My lord, get up for lunch." "Wait, wait, the lord may not be awake yet." There were chaotic and retreating voices at the end of the corridor.

I subconsciously withdrew my hand, and my face finally became hot belatedly.

The author has something to say:

Facing a blank letter paper/document

Yuka: Write, if you can’t write, what should you do? QAQ

Zhi: I can't write it out, I touched it!

Obviously, it feels like the code word was updated last week, but why has it been almost two months in the blink of an eye... Promise to tweet to my friends in the next chapter, and tell everyone that I will definitely update it. Two happy things Overlapping, it should be double happiness, but why is it like this...

Finally, I recommend the short stories about swords and swords by Jiyou!It's a very, very good article!The description of the heroine's mental illness is very real, the writing is suffocatingly beautiful, and the plot is so good that weeping and depressing, I don't know how to praise it, but it's really awesome, go watch it! !

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