Ghost Slayer: The Strongest Swordsman

“Mrs. Aoizhi, of course it’s up to you.”

Su Mu spoke.

The delicate body of the stove door sunflower branch tensed in a moment, and her breathing was also sharply rapid, so that the stove door sunflower branch unconsciously lowered her head tightly, and the small hand placed on the lower abdomen also unconsciously held slightly, feeling that the palms of the hands seemed to be sweating.

There seems to be some expectation and some worry in my heart….

Especially at this moment, Mujun was standing in front of him, and the condescension brought by that tall figure made her feel oppressed.

And she

Also vaguely expecting even… Loved the feeling of being oppressed.

This is the past

Never experienced before.

And after Su Mu finished speaking, his gaze fell on the body of the stove gate Kwai Zhi, whether it was the face, or the slender and white neck under the face, it was red and seductive at this moment.

This moment

Su Mu even felt that as long as he wanted to, he could hold the other party into any shape, and the other party would only say rejection with his lips, but he would not resist meekly.

But this

In Su Mu’s opinion, it was far from enough.

So

After speaking, Su Mu also smiled slightly, and gently patted on the little hand of the stove door.

It’s just a touch away.

Even

It’s as if it was wiped unintentionally.

But even so, the stove door sunflower branch was like an electric shock, and the already tight body tightened even tighter.

I can clearly feel that at this moment, the stove door Aoi Zhi seems to be breathing as if it has stopped, while there is no breathing inside the body, and the chest rises and falls for a while.

When the stove door Kwai Zhi’s legs and feet were soft and he came back to his senses, he found that Su Mu had left his side.

Secretly glanced at Mujun, at this moment, Mujun was holding his youngest daughter Hanako and You Bean, Takeo, and Mao were talking and laughing about something.

Warm look

It made Aoizhi feel like her heart was going to be drunk.

At this moment, she even expected Mujun to do something to her, and even, extremely expecting Mujun to become the head of the family and become a man who took care of her.

Such a appearance in his heart made Aoizhi panic, and the whole person had a feeling of guilt.

I feel sorry for the dead Tanjuro.

He didn’t have long since he died

Myself just….

“How could she be that kind of woman?”

The white and tender teeth of the stove gate unconsciously bit their lips, and a feeling of guilt lingered throughout their entire figure.

But there was a certain strong feeling in his heart, which made Aoizhi look forward to further his relationship with Mujun.

Even….

Bullied by him.

Those strong feelings in the heart crumple the feelings of guilt in the heart little by little, tear them apart little by little.

These nights, when she went back to the house to sleep and rest, she didn’t know how she forgot to close the door, and even, she deliberately left a gap, and even, left her daughter in another room, because of the faint unconscious expectation in her heart

But every night, in the warm bed, she rested alone.

Nothing

It’s as if the other party is a decent gentleman.

“What’s wrong with me?”

Aoizhi took a deep breath, only feeling that his mind was messed up at the moment.

The other party obviously takes good care of her these days, and even… Say some intimate words, so that every time she thinks the other party will do something, the other party will leave just right.

Every time she said some gentle words, her heart would ‘thump’ like a deer, and then she would move to other topics.

And when her attention fell on other topics, it began to provoke her again.

Let her heart sometimes tense, sometimes relaxed, and her heartbeat will also be one moment and one moment down.

It was like a playful fox living in her heart, always scratching her heart with that little paw.

Let her heart ripple for a while, disappoint the next.

Such a roller coaster-like emotional turmoil is something that Aoizhi has never experienced.

In such a small isolated mountain village

In such an era

In the small world of the stove gate sunflower branch,

Where would you have heard Mu Jun say, the gentle words that almost made people’s faces blush, the language that made people’s heartbeats speed up almost instantly.

And where will there be such a thing as the shepherd

Gentle people.

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