"Didn't I have a dinner date with Toma and Ayaka before and said that we wanted to play another hot pot game? After today's break, let's go to the wooden leak tea room to have a look." Kong patted the Wutong plate. Legs, indicating to the other person to stand up and sit up together. Then he leaned down and pillowed it on his thigh, pulled the thin quilt on the side and covered it with him.

Paimeng hugged Nian Nian, buried him in his soft belly and muttered "Hello". Then he took out a corner of the quilt and covered himself. Everything is ready and we start to listen to Wutong telling bedtime stories.

Just like that, the two little guys closed their eyes facing each other and fell asleep obediently.

......

Holding the Inazuma history book in her hand, Wutong read one volume in a tone that was enough to make her sleep for forty-five minutes during the forty-minute class. Wutong caught a glimpse of Paimon breathing slowly and steadily, and put down the book.

She was not very interested in the content of this book and planned to read another one from the side. As he was pulling it out, his attention was suddenly attracted by two polished feathers. He subconsciously took it in his hand, pinched it, poked it, and then turned it left and right while staring at the feathers reflected on the dark cabinet. Play with reflective spots.

Speaking of which, don’t you undo your hair when you sleep?

Wutong, who wanted to find an answer silently, turned his head and happened to look into the other person's smiling eyes.

Sora opened his mouth and asked silently: Is it fun?

The next second, the quilt that originally only covered his chest was pulled over his head, blocking all sight.

The sudden covering felt like a sack.

Sora chuckled, it was okay to just cover it, it would be convenient for him if he did it crookedly. After all, Paimeng and Niannian kicked off the quilt because they were too hot because they were hugging each other. And because it was noon and the temperature was high and they would not catch a cold, Wutong ignored them.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound in the quilt, and he felt Kong turning sideways. Wutong was confused at first and wanted to open it to see what the other party was planning to do, but the next second, he suddenly froze.

A single top was gently pushed up, and fingers slid across the skin, causing an unstoppable itching and trembling. Warm breath spread on the abdomen, and soft lips kissed the waist.

It felt like an injection. Because I was afraid of the needle piercing my skin, I could only turn my head away and wait quietly. When you lift up your sleeves and the skin is rubbed, a layer of goosebumps will appear. Press and stroke with your fingers to find the blood vessels. The alcohol cotton ball picked up with the tweezers will feel cold when rubbed.

Then came the pain.

The blow was so severe that Wutong almost burst into tears from the pain. The teeth marks left by the other party on her body moved from the back of her neck to her waist and abdomen. Sora did not disobey her. The location here was concealed enough.

Moreover, excellent doctors have always been good at giving a slap in the face and then giving them a sweet date to eat.

But she would rather not have this sweet date.

The pain is just because the skin here is too delicate, not bleeding, and it is impossible for Sora to bite a row of bloody holes in such an important part of the waist and abdomen, so there is no need to constantly lick it to relieve it. .

Wutong clenched the quilt tightly with one hand, and put the other hand in his mouth to bite. Only then did he stop his instinct to hide back, and swallowed the pain that was stuck in his throat just now.

Nian Nian, who was next to him, seemed to notice something unusual. He twitched his ears and flicked his tail, but did not open his eyes. Wutong quickly looked at Paimon.

Fortunately, fortunately I didn't wake up.

I don't know if Wutong's movement of exhaling a breath, changing from nervousness to relaxation, made her feel dissatisfied and felt that she was distracted, or if she was simply trying to cause trouble.

A necessary prerequisite for crossing the line is connivance.

Putting his hands on his legs, he stood up with the quilt on his head. Even if he fell down, there wouldn't be much movement. When the golden light shines through the window lattice, for a moment, it looks like the nuns wearing white veils praying in the church, pure and sacred. It's still the familiar look from bottom to top, full of weakness and temptation, and extremely deceptive.

Wutong's eyes widened, and his body tensed up again. He had the urge to leave the study in the next second without looking back, but he didn't move.

A comforting kiss came up, just like the feeling of being gently licked by Nian Nian after he held her in his arms.

After a brief touch, they separated and were replaced by fingers. Kong's smile deepened. He first pressed it against Wutong's lips to signal the other party to whisper, and then squeezed into his warm mouth.

Shortening the distance, Sora gave her a bite mark on her earlobe, and Wutong responded with the same bite mark on her opponent's knuckles.

I can no longer tell who is still childishly in the oral stage.

Wutong also couldn't figure out why it was just a simple piece of skin, but Kong could chew it for a long time just like tasting some delicious snacks. But since she was still biting the other person's hand, she selectively ignored this question.

After finishing a series of marks, Sora lay back on Wutong's lap again. His fingers stroked the mark left on the other person's neck, and he mouthed silently: I'm sorry.

Wutong was not annoyed. He put his hand on Kong's neck casually, and the artery under his thumb was beating. A experienced traveler would not show his fatal weakness wantonly. Even if he slapped it away, resisted, or got angry, it was all out of emotion. But it turns out that this is just a normal instinct.

But the other party didn't, Sora just kept looking at her and smiling.

The hands moved away from the neck, as if caressing a perfect carving, an expensive gem. The slightly cool fingertips, which remained unchanged throughout the year, pushed aside the excess blond hair on his face, slid over his long and curled eyelashes, nodded under his eyes, and then pinched his cheeks.

Kong chuckled lightly, leaned over, held Wutong's hand, and placed a sticky, thin kiss on his palm. After kissing, he turned his head and nuzzled her naturally.

Loyal, dependent, and very sentimental.

With affectionate eyes, she was completely sealed inside the amber condensed over countless years.

He must love me very much.

Wutong gently covered the other person's gaze, possessed her, and kissed her across the palm of her hand.

During their free time in the afternoon, the three of them packed their backpacks together to see if there were any forgotten things like the letter that Miss Chisato Hiiragi requested to send.

After reading them all, I confirmed that there is no such thing. Wutong held a stack of light novels that Sora and Paimon bought from Yaedo Hall, and put them in the bookcase by category. He also gave the two of them a hair gluer each, and went around each room, especially the kitchen. They couldn't be in the cat room. It’s time for hair to be mixed with rice, otherwise it’s not just cats that eat hair removal cream, people should eat it too.

Also, if anyone finds Nian Nian later, remember to call her.

Because, every year, today is the time to take a shower.

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