If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

The two small dots protruding from the chest can't be seen anymore. I don't know if I put on a bra or simply put on a nipple sticker.

She walked up to Yejian, waited for him to look at herself for a while, and then raised her eyebrows at the elegant boy: "How is it?"

He still speaks Japanese, but his voice has a low-pitched European and American style, and the faint hoarse friction has a magical power to scratch people in the ears.

Yejian nodded, feeling that her younger sister's makeup skills, false voice skills, and action performance charm are quite good, she opened her thin lips to praise, but frowned again: "Tirino, you... this is pretending Became my sister?"

Tong Nao, who looks like a western girl, smiled: "That's right~"

After makeup, Kirino's face is somewhat similar to Yemi's at this time, and he looks a little more mature than him. Except for a pair of big eyes that are still aqua, anyone will think that this is a pair. Foreign siblings traveling in Japan.

And after seeing the different eye colors of the two, they would feel that the two might be a couple.

They look like husband and wife.

Ye Jian nodded stupidly: "Not bad, not bad."

I don't know whether it means that the makeup is good or that it is good to pretend to be my sister.

But Tong Nao didn't care so much, she grabbed Ye Jian's slender white wrist and smiled and dragged him into her bedroom, standing in front of a big full-length mirror.

She hugged Ye Jian's slender shoulders, and hugged him close to the mirror.

Inside the smooth mirror is a pair of siblings who are so delicate that they could walk directly onto the screen and look at the front face to face. The younger brother looks a little cold with no expression on his face, while the older sister presses her soft breasts against her with a bright smile. She touched her younger brother's arm, then turned her head and kissed her lovely younger brother stably.

"Woo~" sounded.

A blush suddenly flashed across the face of the younger brother Jun who was originally from the abstinence department, and his charming style for a moment surpassed his own sister by a few points.

"Sister took you to the playground to play, brother~"

The pleasant voice, like coaxing a child, rubbed against Ye Jian Bai's tender ears.

He looked at his "sister" in the mirror who was about the same height as him, then turned his head and looked at Kirino who was breathing very close, and gently tapped his graceful chin.

"A playground? I don't even remember the last time I went..."

The bright eyelashes that gathered light narrowed slightly, and after thinking for a while, a soft arc formed at the corner of the eyes: "It's just right, let's go together today."

The girl who seemed to come from the metropolis of America jumped happily on Ye Jian who looked like her younger brother, and her legs were off the ground in a single jump, but the thin boy remained motionless.

"Since you agree," the pretty sister rested her chin on the shoulder of her younger brother who was more delicate than herself: "Then I'll go to the bathroom and let's go."

"En." Replied lightly, green eyes turned around and watched the girl who looked like her sister was actually her sister abducted into the bathroom, only to realize that she didn't smell any perfume in the close contact just now.

There is only a familiar breath.

He understood that it was Kirino who understood that he could not stand the stimulation of perfume.

The faint sound of water flowing "squeaking" came, and it took a while to stop, and then there was the sound of flushing water.

A stylish and handsome European-style girl came out, and while turning on the faucet at the washbasin in front of the toilet, she asked Ye Jian: "Aren't you going to the toilet before you leave?"

"Well, I'll go too." Replied softly, the young man also walked towards the toilet, and passed by Tong Nao who was washing his hands at the toilet door, and the several bracelets on his white wrists collided with each other with a slight crisp sound.

Ye Jian pulled the folding door of the toilet, but unlocked it, turned to face the toilet subconsciously wanting to bend down to lift the flat toilet seat, but suddenly remembered that she is now a woman's body, and then withdrew her outstretched arm .

With slender fingers, she took off her pants and sat on the toilet seat where Kirino's body temperature still remained.

There was the sound of washing hands outside the thin toilet door, and the sound of warm water was also heard inside the door.

141 Kosaka Kirino Can't Stop ([-])

The sun at two o'clock in the afternoon is the most vicious.

It makes everyone feel like they've turned into vampires, ready to melt as soon as they're out in the sun.

The air conditioner in the taxi didn't feel very cool.

Generally speaking, the cold air from the air conditioner can only achieve a delicate balance with the sunlight that shines in from the glass and makes the interior of the car a steamer.

Old Yamamoto still didn't get a job.

According to the government regulations, the price of taxis has risen again and again, which has already exceeded the daily consumption level of ordinary people. It is rare to see people waving when walking around the streets like he is now.

Mostly by telephone appointment.

However, old Yamamoto also has his own way. When he is driving and waiting for work, he usually chooses places where there are more rich people, such as high-end office buildings and high-end apartments, and he still has some regular customers.

Didn't he see someone waving out of the corner of Lao Yamamoto's eyes as he passed by the high-end apartment?

Park the car firmly on the side of the road and look from the window, the passengers this time are incredible!

Old Yamamoto didn't understand those famous brands, but he could always tell if the clothes were matched well, and his temperament and appearance were also easily visible.

There were two passengers walking towards the taxi, both of whom had blond hair, not the kind of Japanese who dyed blond hair, but looked like real foreigners.

Old Yamamoto has been driving for so many years and has pulled many foreign tourists by taxi. He also knows that not every white man looks like the handsome men and beautiful women in American blockbusters, but the two in front of him look like sisters. Brother's foreign men and women are more photogenic than real movie stars.

The younger brother is dressed casually and simply but with a sense of fashion. It is not a combination of ordinary Japanese youths. His clean face has no expression. Make those little Japanese girls scream.

The elder sister who was holding his arm was much more lively in comparison, and it was this elder sister who beckoned for his taxi to stop.

Black and blue checkered long-sleeved singlet, straight-leg pants, handsome canvas shoes, dressed in European and American styles, with a three-dimensional Western face that is exquisite and beautiful. If you look closely, it is slightly inferior to the brother next to you, but it is still better than some movies. Stars are much stronger.

Old Yamamoto could see that his elder sister doted on his younger brother very much. She didn't let go of her brother's arm during the short walk from the high-end apartment to the taxi. She clung to her brother and turned to talk to him. He always had a smile on his face, and although his younger brother answered seriously, he couldn't say a few words, and his expression rarely changed.

The back door of the taxi was pulled open by his sister, and the old Yamamoto suddenly felt a wave of heat pouring into the car.