[Gintama] The back spirit of the natural volume

Finish.

Looking at the sky outside, Tsurumi Qiushi frowned slightly, but it was soon hidden in the beautiful eyebrows.

There is no other reason, but because the person she waited for all night did not come back.

She saw the little girl with the ball head going up, and she also saw the oversized fluffy creature going up, and even the bespectacled boy with a passer-by face going up and down... except that there was no natural curly hair.

Unable to tell whether it was loss or disappointment, Tsurumi Akimi silently put down the cup, took out a few coins from his pocket and put them on the table together, and walked out of the tavern with no expression on his face.

Can't see the stars, but it doesn't look dark.

The street lamp stretched the curve of the woman's body thin and long, standing in the very center of the road.

Although he didn't drink much, Tsurumi Akimi still felt his face was a little hot, raised his hand to touch it, and immediately walked around when the cold fingers met the scorching temperature.

So she held her face in both hands all the way back to her hut. Halfway up the stairs, she suddenly caught a piece of white clothes with blue patterns standing quietly in the half-darkness in front of her house out of the corner of her eyes. clear place.

Tsurumi Akimi blinked, and the movement of patting her cheeks stopped suddenly, and she let out a soft breath.

"Tsk, did you go to drink?"

No.12 training: every update is losing morals

Slightly different from Tsurumi Akimi's expectation, the wound on Sakata Gintoki's hand is not very serious, but it is still a little scarier than the wound gnawed by his big dog.

The wound across the entire palm was very deep, the palm lines were divided into two, and the turned out flesh hung over the edge of the neat knife edge, and the scarlet blood stained the entire palm red.

Tsurumi Akimi lowered his head and held the silver-haired man's hand without saying a word, carefully cleaning the blood on his palm, and after a while, a small pile of white cotton cloth was piled up on the ground next to him.

Sakata Gintoki sat lazily on the ground with his head propped up, staring motionlessly at the black-haired woman squatting in front of him with somewhat lazy eyes.

She is wearing a light blue kimono today, her long black hair is half-rolled in a bun and loosely placed behind her head, and the remaining strands are slung softly on her right shoulder. She has beautiful eyebrows and bright black eyes. But at this moment, those pink lips were slightly pursed, pulling the lip line a little tight.

His eyes slid down with his sharp chin, and fell on the black-haired doctor's delicate and fair throat. Under the light, his delicate skin was as white as jade, and Sakata Gintoki's eyes gradually darkened.

Little by little, he cleaned the blood on his palm, revealing a deep and long wound. Tsurumi Akimi paused for a moment, then raised his head, and looked at the man who didn't seem to care expressionlessly:

"The wound is a bit deep and needs a few stitches."

"Eh? Is it that serious?!" Natural Juan was startled.

"What? Scared?"

"Are you kidding me? How could Yin Sangtang, a big man, be afraid of such pain!"

"Oh!"

Nodding her head indifferently, Tsurumi Akimi didn't even need to get up to prepare things, she just took out all her belongings from the delicate bag hanging on her waist, the most eye-catching thing was wrapped in a A set of delicate silver pins in a solid cloth cover bordered with gold thread.

"Don't move your hands."

After exhorting softly, Tsurumi Akimi adjusted her posture, moved forward a little, then fixed the silver-haired man's hand on her leg, supported his with a plain white hand, and started to move with one hand .

Compared with those doctors in regular hospitals, Tsurumi Akimi's movements are a little more casual, as if they are playing, which makes people feel a little dark.

Fortunately, her technique was relatively neat, and Yinshi felt a tingle in the palm of her hand a few times before feeling the black-haired doctor stop her movements.

He casually glanced at his wound, and quickly shifted his gaze to Tsurumi Akimi's face.

Probably because of drinking some wine, her usually expressionless face was a little bright red, like a blooming flower, very attractive.

Even so, she kept acting calm and normal during the whole process of treating his wound, as if she had done such things too much, but Yinshi knew very well that no one would come to see her at all. How is skillful craftsmanship developed?

He was a little curious about this in his heart, but he didn't ask the person involved because he felt that there was no need to be in a hurry.

Wrapping the last bandage around the palm, and finally tied a beautiful and inoffensive knot on the back of the hand, Tsurumi Akimi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Be careful not to touch the water these two days."

Tsurumi Qiushi gave a calm warning, then took a step back, lowered her head to pack up the things next to her and put them on the low table on the right.

After tidying up the messy floor, Tsurumi Akimi took out a white medicine bottle from her embroidery bag and put it in Sakata Gintoki's hand.

"You take this medicine back and apply it once in the morning and at night, it's good for the wound."

Following her movements, the silver-haired man's eyes fell on the small medicine bottle, and when the black-haired doctor was about to withdraw his hand, he quickly grabbed her wrist with his uninjured hand and moved towards him.

Being pulled by this sudden force, his body staggered, Tsurumi Akishi suddenly felt weightless and slammed into the natural roll, but when he saw the man's right palm that had just been bandaged by himself, he was conditioned to grab something When he was wounded, he held his shoulders instead, and the other party backed up along with her strength very cooperatively. With a "bang", the two of them fell to the floor together - from the perspective of a third party, the scene became black and white. The scene of Doctor Fa sitting on the body of the silver-haired man is quite impactful and challenging.

"..."

Tsurumi Akimi stared at the man who was lying under her at the moment speechlessly with his bright black eyes, and was about to say something, but was violently grabbed by a pair of hands clasped around his waist at some unknown time. The next pressure caused her back, which was still straight, to fall on the silver-haired man in an instant.

"Where did you go drinking?"

Yang Yan sniffed at the corner of the black-haired doctor's mouth, Sakata Gintoki lazily narrowed his blood-colored eyes with an unknown light flashing.

The waist was tightly entangled by the person below him, Tsurumi Akimi no longer struggled hard, but followed the man's strength and leaned down to stick to him, with his chin resting on his shoulder, The voice became lazier, but she lied without changing her expression:

"Hmm... went to Gaotianyuan."

Seeing that she was consciously soft and naturally curly, she let go of the black-haired doctor's slender waist, and then leaned in through the edge of the kimono belt almost unhindered, and her warm fingers began to touch the crane See Qiushi walking on the delicate skin.

Hearing her answer, the silver-haired man's hands stopped for two seconds, but soon he didn't know how to restrain himself, and directly pulled off the belt on Tsurumi Akimi's chest, and sprayed all the hot breath on him when he spoke. On the black-haired doctor's collarbone, there was a fine shiver.

"...Huh? Where?"

One person's intentions were too obvious, but the other party didn't seem to mind, and instead acquiesced to what might happen next with a slight smile.

Tsurumi Akimi raised her hand so that the natural curls could be pushed away from her clothes, and the smile on the corner of her mouth did not change and she repeated it again:

"Gao Tianyuan."

——Takamahara, a famous cowherd club in Edo.

Then the man fell silent.

Because he directly began to express his dissatisfaction with the black-haired doctor's words with actions.

(...Harmony is a thousand words, the author has already upgraded to a lantern party...)

He stared down at the man lying on the ground, his watery black eyes fully reflected his appearance, his unfaded clothes hung loosely below his shoulders, revealing his round and small shoulders and just hiding his protuberance. The rising mountains and hills...successfully deepened the eyes of the man who was already full of thoughts.

No.13 training: every update is losing morals

Seeing the look in Sakata Gintoki's eyes, Dr. Tsurumi's heart suddenly "thumped", and he immediately had a bad premonition.

She still remembered the aftereffects of the first time she spent the whole night with this man in the living room, so before the silver-haired man could make any real moves, she directly supported his shoulders and wanted to get up and back away.

But the arrow is already on the string, if there is an idiot who can bear it, it is absolutely impossible to be Sakata Gintoki.

Raising his arm to hook the black-haired doctor who refused to cooperate, he naturally grabbed the back of her head and pressed down towards him again, then bit his soft lips in a ignorant bite, taking advantage of the emptiness of the other party's pain, the tip of his tongue With a sweep, he dexterously but forcefully rushed into Tsurumi Akimi's mouth, entangled her and turned over skillfully at the same time, reversing the positions of the two.

"Hmm... silver time... stop for a moment..."

The lips bumped into pain, Tsurumi Akimi pushed the person on him with some resistance, but the other person actually stopped when he heard the words, and the silver-haired man who opened a little distance looked deeply at the black hair below him. The doctor glanced at him, and then kissed him again under the staring gaze of the other party.

If it wasn't inconvenient at this moment, Tsurumi Akimi really wanted to twitch the corners of her mouth - at least she didn't really mean you just stop when she said stop, bastard! ! !

I was a little annoyed, but at this time, I had no choice but to raise my neck to accept the gentle nourishment from the man's lips and tongue, and then felt the very real feeling of being penetrated again in my dizziness.

This is the real double sky of ice and fire.

The back is the hard and cold touch of the wooden floor, and the front is the fiery body temperature and irresistible demand of a man who seems to have taken the wrong medicine. She can't tell whether she feels more cold or hot at the moment, but there is One thing she can be sure of is that