The Yukinoshita family wants me to confess

"No. Just wanted to hug you."

after awhile.

Said Baihe's voice came from her arms, the range was a little narrower than usual, it sounded a little tired, but also seemed to be satisfied after resting.

After being used like a cable tie, a closed loop is formed, and the jump pages like a diary are refilled.

Her life seemed to be complete at last.

Hirakawa Hideo didn't understand Sayuri's inner feelings at this moment, he seemed to understand but thoughtfully put his arms around her waist.

He couldn't figure out those complicated and difficult thoughts in Sayuri's mind at the moment.

But she can probably understand the weight of herself in her heart.

It was as heavy as she was lying on top of him.

The rain outside the house has stopped for a long time.

The city after the rain is much cooler and refreshing than the hot and dry day.

There are many pedestrians on the street.

Only the unhesitating street lamps illuminate the empty road.

There are also those colorful neon signs announcing their existence to the world.

It was already late at night.

Perhaps it was the panic about the future that made her anticipate that it would be difficult to meet the other party. This hug took a long, long time.

Her body was pressed against her own, and her legs were grinding against her own.

After all, Hideo Hirakawa is still a teenager, and his teenage years are the time when his resilience is particularly fast, not to mention the episode of Ying Lili, a long time has passed.

This change made Sayuri on the top feel it very keenly.

Not long ago, she had just turned from theory to practice for the first time, and she was still a little unaccustomed to these things, so she blushed a little.

But after all, it is older.

She obediently put her hand on Hirakawa Hideo's waistband and sat up.

……

With a pull of the hair band, the coiled hair spread out, a little curly and messy.

On the delicate face, the eyes seemed to be closed or opened to form a slit, above which were long eyelashes, and there was a strange flush on the cheeks.

Chapter 7 The future is sky blue

Exhale like blue.

A gasp came from time to time.

Unlike that time just now, this time the lights were not turned off.

When the sun shines down, the skin of the two of them is greasy and shiny, with a strange beauty.

Entangled together.

Those eyes were full of autumn water, and the long eyelashes trembled from time to time, as if they were talking.

Her eyes are not the abnormally large ones in Two-dimensional, they are slightly narrow and slightly long, black and white are distinct, but the pupils are a little big, and the whites of the eyes are only a little bit.With the black eyelashes that look very long without false eyelashes, it looks very delicate.

She was lying on the bed with a soft and soft sheet underneath.

Tilt your head slightly.

Eyelids lowered, he stared absently at the grille lights on the ceiling.

The pupils seem to lose focus.

Looking at the past is the reflection of the lamp, shining brightly.

The loose hair is fluffy and slightly curly, and there is a face like a flower in the middle.

She was beautiful even at such times, delicate, elegant, and striking.

In a certain sense, Sayuri is very similar to Snowmother to him, they are the guides he met on the way of growing up, but the way of feeling and getting along is different.

Xuemu's identity is his elder, a respected aunt, while Sayuri is like the big sister next door.

Both are beautiful.

Aunt often arouses his desire, but what Sayuri brings him is the joy of love.

This kind of happiness makes people who have never experienced it always mesmerized when they try it for the first time.

When he was with her before, Hideo Hirakawa sometimes wondered if his luck was better.

Such a beautiful and charming woman would be his first date, and it was impossible for his peers to appreciate the taste of it.

Sayuri is still in a daze.

The blood is flowing in the hot body.

Excitement stained the skin red.

Like her heart, her body imprinted the imprint of being a little boy to her.

Suppressed panting spread in the room.

Warm breath in the ears.

The room is clearly open, but the vision seems to be dimmed.

Don't go to see him.

Let the body float and float.

For some reason, at this sudden moment, she suddenly remembered all kinds of past events.

Her life seemed to have always been gloomy.

Only when the daughter came, and the little boy broke into his own world, did the color begin to change.

When meeting Jusco in Narita, the scene outside the window on the way home suddenly appeared in her mind.

It's getting late.

There is no sunset.

A few scattered clouds are powdery white.

Endless.

It's dark sky blue.

The buildings in the city were quickly drawn under them, revealing a dark place.

What can't be concealed is the sky blue behind it.

This scene only appeared in my mind for a moment.

The body is floating, floating.

for a long time.

Suddenly speeded up.

Sayuri covered her mouth, whimpering with resentment and admiration, weeping and complaining.

The expression looks like it is in pain, but it doesn't look like it.

Every inch of skin on his body was filled with a light red.

Frowning.

His face was flushed.

Under the street lamp after the rain, a pool of water stains quietly spread.

(Extremely sidelined, it’s not unfair that this chapter was taken off the shelf, and I can’t help it if I can’t figure it out.)

(The status is still being adjusted, and the update speed will be accelerated later. It will definitely be updated to 45 words before October [-]th. You can open a custom order and read it in one day during the National Day.)

Chapter 8 Mrs.

Under the gray sky, the long train winds and whistles across the hills, and the car is lit with fiery red lights, which are scattered and faintly illuminated in the mountains at night.

On the lower level is a bright city.Still brightly lit at such a late night.

In a low-rise villa area surrounded by tall buildings.

With a click, the cup was steaming and placed on the table.

"Madam, the young master may just stay at a classmate's house for a while, why don't you go to sleep first."

Tomoki Yamashita withdrew his hand on the cup, and persuaded Snowmother on the sofa, frowning slightly.

The young master went out all night and didn't come back, and he disappeared.

Judging from what Miss Xue Nai said, the young master must have played too much somewhere and forgot to come back, so there shouldn't be any accidents.

but.

Will my wife be relieved?

Thinking of this, Yamashita Zhixi glanced at the silent Yume next to him by putting down the quilt.

Not far from her, a woman in a kimono was sitting upright, her buttocks were pressed against the sofa so that it was sunken a bit, outlining a slightly seductive arc.

That gentle face was as quiet as a pool of water, with no expression on it.

The hair is coiled up, and there is a slanted thick bangs on the forehead. Under the black hair, his face and neck appear fairer.

The usually sharp Danfeng eyes are slightly closed at this moment, as if a little tired.

Yamashita Tomoki sighed.

The wife is obviously tired.

After all, I didn't stay up all night, even my wife, it is difficult to adapt to the discomfort of this physiological change.

This is the first time she has seen his wife go to bed so late since she has been by his wife's side for so many years, and it was not so late at the fireworks show last time.

Wait any longer, it's almost dawn.

In the huge room, under bright lights, there were only her and his wife in the living room.

Outside the transparent glass, the endless distance of the balcony is darkness.

In the dark, the lights of the buildings are burning like stars.

There was still a moment of silence.

The young lady on the sofa was still sitting upright, with a gentle and calm face, but she seemed to be enduring something.

Xue Nai was persuaded to go to bed early.

After Yang Nai called back to reassure them, he disappeared again.

Yamashita Zhixi, who seemed like an outsider, was also feeling bored, this home gave her a particularly strange feeling tonight, she had the illusion of calm before the storm.

What is the young master thinking?

Yamashita Tomoki suddenly felt that he couldn't figure out what this young man was thinking.

The wife's performance is so obvious.

And they did that kind of thing again.

Even a wooden fish head should understand it.

However, the young master did such a worrying thing again today.

The house was eerily silent.

Occasionally, the sound of a car's horn came from a distance at an inappropriate time, and it was very faint.It is impossible to hear it on weekdays, and it can only happen to be heard at such a quiet moment.

The light from the chandelier on the ceiling of the living room is as seductive as hypnosis.

The time for the wife to open her eyelids is getting shorter and shorter.

The often expressionless face under the bangs is fully exposed at this moment with its soft lines.

When she was sleepy, the wife looked gentle and pleasant, and the bright lips in the snow-white complexion gave her a touch of charm.