Xiaosan's Youth is Absolutely Correct

With both hands on the snow-white collarbone, rubbing it gently, and then slowly sliding it in front of her body, even if no professional oil was used, the smooth and fair skin made Xiaosan's hands feel no resistance slipped in front of her.

When Toki Hara Saxue realized something, Xiaosan reached out and unbuttoned her school uniform.

Stretching out of the clothes, Xiaosan who was standing behind leaned a little closer to Toki Hara Saxue, and then held up the proud pair, full of elasticity and soft touch, which made Xiaosan a little dazed for a while.

"Qiu, Qiuyue-kun?"

Noticing Xiao San's movements, Toki Hara Saxue couldn't help but tremble a little.

Xiaosan who stood quietly behind the girl didn't speak, but put his hands inside the clothes and gently rubbed them, which made the girl's blushing cheeks turn red.

"Stay with me, Sister Sayuki, do you just want me to rub your shoulders for you?"

Putting his face to the girl's ear, he drizzled softly.

The soft words, accompanied by the gentle warm wind blowing in the ear, made Saxue's body startled suddenly, and she couldn't help but collapsed into Xiaosan's arms.

She is a very sensitive person, Xiaosan has already understood this.

I don't know if it's been a long time since there was such an intimate contact, resulting in Xiaosan not making any more intimate moves, and he has completely disarmed the convenience.

Sitting on the cushion, Toki Yuanshaxue fell into that familiar embrace, pursed her lips slightly, raised her head to look at the familiar figure behind her, and stretched out her hand, wanting to touch that familiar face.

"Qiuyue-jun, have you been too indifferent to me recently? Although this kind of placement method is not bad, but compared to this, I prefer to stay with Qiuyue-jun, you understand?"

Whispering the words, it seemed to be a complaint, but also a confession, Xiaosan did not speak, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, looking down at the girl in his arms.

He took his hand out of his shirt, put it in front of his face, and sniffed it lightly.

It has a faint fragrance, maybe it's the smell of shower gel. As for the milky fragrance that is often mentioned in those restricted-rated articles on weekdays, it doesn't have it.

After all, normally, only pregnant women will produce breast milk.

Feeling the palm caressing his face, Xiaosan gently embraced Tokihara Saxue in his arms, put his hands in front of her, and unbuttoned her school uniform and clothes bit by bit.

When only the corset of the last barrier was left, Xiaosan stopped his movements, and slowly hugged the Tobi Yuanshaxue in his arms on the ground, and lay it on the cushion. He looked at the girl's blushing face. With her cheeks and already graceful figure, she lowered her head slowly...

Someone once told Xiaosan like this, if a woman suddenly cries, just give her some sweets, and she will return to calm after eating.

When he returned home, Xiaosan was lying on his chair a little weakly, looking at the desk, but he couldn't stop looking at the sky that was still bright and not yet dark outside the window.

He stretched out his hand to cover his forehead, but inexplicably smelled the faint fragrance on his hand that hadn't dissipated.

"I am not Ye Zang, nor Dazai Osamu."

Looking back on his past, he didn't feel that there was nothing left but shame.

"Speaking of which, I don't want to look back on my past, do I?"

The hand covering his forehead was loosened, and he was lying powerlessly by his side, looking at the notebook and books on his desk, staring blankly at those familiar things that became blurred and unfamiliar in an instant .

With a sigh, he turned on his computer, and then slowly started to catch up with his work.

When Qingshan Qihai returned home, looking at Xiaosan who was sitting in the living room having dinner, his eyes flashed with surprise.

"I am back."

Xiao San, who had just put the ribs into the bowl and was about to take a bite, stopped his movements when he heard the greeting coming back, and looked at the door hesitantly.

"Welcome back."

The tone was low and gloomy, which made Qingshan Qihai always feel a little uncomfortable, especially Xiaosan's dull expression, which was a completely different change from usual, even the previous Xiaosan's expression was at most tired, but this time .....

The gloomy and oppressive feeling made Qingshan Qihai seem to see another person, she couldn't help biting her lips tightly, feeling uneasy in her heart, looking at Xiaosan who was sitting there, with a light touch, she returned to her Room.

Sitting under the light in the living room, he noticed the uneasy eyes of the girl, Xiaosan sat there, silently holding the rice bowl and chopsticks, like a cast bronze statue for a while, without moving.

It seems that there is something wrong with myself.

After cleaning his body and changing into pajamas, Xiaosan returned to his room, sat on the edge of the bed, frowning tightly.

This feeling of depression in his heart has provided a lot of help to his creation, but he also feels that his emotions are getting lower and worse, and he seems to be watching himself with a pessimistic attitude all the time. Before.

That strong sense of identity made him feel no happiness, only pain and melancholy, which have been lingering around him.

Speaking of those writers who committed suicide because of their creation, Xiaosan had such a sliver of understanding at this moment, he couldn't help clenching his teeth, clenched his hands, and his eyes seemed a little struggling.

'Do you want to see a psychiatrist?No, now is not the time, the work will take at least a month or more to complete, maybe a little more than two months, now...'

With a heavy heart, as if pressing a stone, he lay quietly on his bed, his eyes were lifeless, staring at the pure white ceiling, quietly closed his eyes, and fell asleep slowly under the heavy feeling of oppression.

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Chapter 200. I don't feel good, so I went to Taihang Mountain

"Mr. Jeanne, regarding your new work, the publishing house has decided to start preparing for the release next month. Congratulations."

The announcement and congratulations from Kagurazaka Iris came over the phone, and Xiaosan, who was sitting in the room, couldn't help showing a smile, this was the first time he had shown a real smile in this period of time.

Originally thought that it would take some time to be arranged, but it turned out that the result had already been reached within a week. Xiaosan couldn't help but be surprised by the speed of Kagurazaka Iris, and at the same time felt a little grateful.

"Thank you."

"Although there is indeed a part of my efforts, the most important thing is that your works, Mr. Jeanne, have reached the level of convenience for the publishing house, isn't it?"