If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

Ye Jian froze for a moment, unable to think of what to say for a while, it just so happened that Liu Mei walked up to him with a small pile of change of clothes in her arms, stretched out her small hand to grab the corner of his clothes, raised her head and said flatly, "wash together Bar."

Ye Jian was silent for two seconds, feeling that she would really have to break up if she refused again, so she nodded with difficulty: "...Okay."

The golden ponytail swayed behind her head following the movement.

Hearing that Nanami laughed even happier, Rumi still had no expression on her face, she always glanced at her mother with her narrowed eyes intellectually, meaning: "I still have to do it."

Nanami laughed "puchi", feeling that her daughter was so cute.

She embraced Rumi with one arm, gently pushed Yemi's back with the other hand, and led them to the bathroom.

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In a small woven basket outside the bathroom.

A large dark cotton T-shirt, extra pure white silk underwear and a bra;

Short thin socks, men's trousers and fashionable loose semi-long sleeves, green and plain sports bras and panties;

Cloth shorts, a sports tank top, and panties with pictures of kittens.

All mixed together and fluffy piled up in the small basket, with a little bit sticking out.

Anyone who pokes his head into the basket and takes a deep breath with his cheek against the soft clothes will be filled with aroma.

The bathroom was steaming, and the smell of shampoo lingered with the aroma of the three delicate bodies.

Ye Jian sat on a small plastic stool with her bare, white and tender buttocks, her two slender white legs were split open, her two slippery thighs stuck together and her thin calves were spread apart, and her little feet stepped on the on a damp, clean tile.

Nanami, who was also sitting on another small stool behind him, was rubbing his back with a bath towel.

The sound of "shashasha" is endless.

Accompanied by the "squeak" sound of the nozzle when Xiao Liumei was washing her hair alone.

The young lady was naked, and Su Bai held the bath towel with both hands and rubbed it back and forth on Ye Jian's slender back, and the two bamboo shoot-shaped balls on her chest shook slightly up and down with the movements.

The pink tender meat on the tips of the bamboo shoots swayed gracefully in the air.

It's like two big white rabbits are nodding their heads.

"See you Xiaoye, your skin is so good, you can't see pores at all, just like... um, your body is made of curdled milk."

Nanami chatted casually while rubbing, paused and then smiled playfully: "Milk..., hee hee, I really want to drink you~"

At night, she saw a head of wet and smooth blond hair wrapping around her shoulders to her chest, and the two slender butterfly bones slightly protruding on the completely exposed white back were as graceful as a work of art.

When Ye Jian subconsciously shook her back because of Nanami's rubbing, it was like a pure white butterfly dancing.

The blush on Ye Jianqiao's face hasn't gone down since Nanami and Rumi lifted their clothes when they entered the bathroom.

He let out a soft "um" from his small nose, which was a response to his wife's teasing, and his jade eyes, which were squinted lazily, were about to drip out of water in the mist.

Girls’ backs, which are far more sensitive than boys’, are pushed and rubbed so hard, especially the part of the back of the heart that is difficult to wash when taking a shower. It feels transparent after being rubbed, and the milk-like skin seems to be wet. Mixed with strawberry jam, it was dyed an attractive red after the surge of energy and blood.

Ye Jian is like a precious kitten whose chin is being gently scratched by a girl, its small breasts are lying on its smooth thighs, and its small chin rests on its knees.

Even when Nanami wasn't smiling, the small creases at the corners of her eyes were soft, as she said in a gentle tone: "See you, Saya, is Enoshima Junko really your girlfriend?"

When girls are together, they will naturally gossip about each other, and Nanami obviously saw the photos that went viral on the Internet.

Ye Jian squinted her eyes again like a cat purring and let out a "huh".

Nanami didn't mind Yemi's perfunctory, she rubbed her hands, and her slightly parted clean knees would touch Yemi's slender ribs from time to time, her tone of voice was still very happy, mixed with surprise: " Oh? Really? Does Junko Enoshima know that you are a girl?"

At night, seeing the little feet slipping on the smooth tiles with a thin stream of water, she said "hmm" for the third time, paused, as if in a daze to show her unusual relationship with this big model and a little proud He quietly added: "She knows everything about me."

I want the whole world to know how much Kirino loves me!

——Ye Jian Miao, who was about to fall asleep after being rubbed on his back, was probably caused by this subconscious.

Nanami said "Oh~~~" meaningfully, and then lightly patted Ye Jian's ribs from the side with her plain white palm, as if touching silk: "Clean it up, see you, Xiao Ye, come Rub it for me."

When the wife's palm was patting Ye Jian, her slender fingers accidentally scratched the edge of the soft milk cheese on Ye Jian's chest, which was pressing on her thigh, and the unsuspecting blond beautiful girl suddenly trembled.

"Oh, let me rub it, okay."

157 Yukinoshita Yukino Never Backs Down

It was another day, at noon, in the bright teacher's office.

On the test paper in black and white, there was a particularly obvious big red cross, and the title vaguely read:

Literary common sense: Please fill in the brackets which Japanese celebrities said these famous quotes.

[-]. God will not create people to be superior to others, nor will they create people to be inferior to others. (Fukuzawa Yukichi)

[-]. There is no such thing as failure in the world.There is no failure when you challenge, it is failure when you give up. (Inamori Kazuo)

[-]. Believe in others, and believe in yourself a hundred times more. (Mark Twain)X

"Snapped!"

"Why is the last one Mark Twain?!"

The sassy female teacher in a white coat slapped the innocent paper on the desk with her deep palm, and the other teachers in the office who were on lunch break subconsciously glanced at this side after hearing the mournful sound of the desk, and then Continue to sleep on your stomach or sort out lesson plans without any surprises.

The ordinary boy standing alone at the desk looked very pitiful.