He is mine and no one can steal it!

In this way, Kirishima Ichiro and Yoshino's mother sat on the sofa in the living room and chatted vigorously! ——

Oh no!To be more precise, Mama Yoshino is giving the so-called [teaching lessons] to our poor little Gongjima Ichiro!

Yoshino's mother is very generous, and she unreservedly passed on everything she saw and knew about BL from BL novels, BL anime, manga, and everything related to BL to Ichiro Kirishima. ~(≧▽≦)/~

no way!For the happiness (sexual) future of her precious son, there is nothing for her to worry about as a mother, just help if she can! ——[Yoshino’s mother has really good eyesight!You can tell at a glance that her precious son is a victim! ~]O(∩_∩)O

"Understood? Let me tell you, it's going to be like this..." Yoshino's mother was still eloquently teaching, and she just didn't find an experimental product to perform it live. ——

"Uh..." Kirishima Ichiro's face twitched and almost deformed. Is this a strange situation?Tears run! ~T_T~ At this moment, he really wants to find a hole in the ground and get into it, or find a piece of tofu and kill him, or hang him with a bridge rice noodle!Woooo=＠~＠=

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"Mom??" Yasuji Yoshino stood at the stairs after waking up, looking at the two on the sofa in surprise.I couldn't believe it, I stretched out my hand and rubbed my eyes, and looked again, that's right!The lady sitting opposite Kirishima Ichiro, no matter how you look at it, must be my mother! !Or did he fall asleep?Insane hallucinations? ? ——

"Ah!~Xiao Si! My sweetheart, you are awake! Mommy misses you to death!~" Seeing her precious son, Yoshino's mother rushed forward and hugged Yoshino with shining stars in her eyes. Yisi! ...

Yoshino Yoshino stiffened his body in a daze and did not move, and glanced at a certain lady who was hanging on him in an octopus style.It's really his mother!The true self!Looking up at Ichiro Kirishima, who was standing by the sofa and looking at him uneasily, why did Mao read the inquiry (for good fortune) from Ichiro Kirishima's eyes for a moment? ?

Wouldn’t it be wiser to run back to the room and continue to sleep, pretending to have nothing to see, nothing to know, but a temporary hallucination due to stress and stress from writing novels? ——