If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

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Seven thousand words, I finally finished this paragraph before leaving.

If you ask for a leave note, I will set a timer to send it later, and set it to be sent out tomorrow.

Business trip, resume update on Saturday at the latest

As in the title, if you are going on a business trip, you will definitely be back before Saturday, so the update will resume on Saturday at the latest.

See you in a few days~

I'm going, I forgot again, it can't be less than 100 words.

Let's read a poem then.

() and live

() National Limin

() Tai Min An

( ) Potluck

( ) farewell

escape in ( )

( ) defy the law

Don't read the second half of the sentence.

411 Soul Ferry

The sunset with fireworks is the most charming.

Some people read loneliness from it, while others felt the warmth in the orange.

It's like there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people, and the sunset that everyone sees is only the deepest self in his heart.

"Brother! Don't think about your novel, eat!"

The thin calling sound contained willfulness, and it sounded like a little girl whose voice hadn't changed yet.

In fact, many adults can also fake this kind of voice.

#onlinedating?My loli voice~#

Kyosuke seemed to be grabbed from the surface of the water by a pair of small hands, the warm water receded from his mind, and his eyes became clear again.

Out of the window at the corner of the eye are pedestrians covered with gorgeous halo by the sunset.

"Oh, yes, yes..."

To be honest, I was taken aback.But thinking about it, it's really not my fault.

As soon as the holidays entered, there was no need to go to class, and it was obvious that he was planning to do something with the Takasaka family, which was the hometown of Walter, Kirino, and the others. Like a drug addict who has returned to freedom, he has plunged into the ocean of creating fantasy.

Authors are like that.

Writing this kind of thing is like sitting in a sports car with the doors welded shut. You will never stop without eating or sleeping. The end of the journey is the end of the work.

Of course, those who jumped out of the window midway are not counted among them.

Most of those people fell to their deaths during the journey called [writing].

Seeing that her brother was taken aback, the blond girl stretched out a soft-looking little hand from across the table, and touched Kyosuke's hand that was resting weakly on the table.The white fingers rubbed the depression between the knuckles where his fingers and palms joined, comforting him with his own heat.

Tong Nao's water-colored eyes were full of concern: "Brother, I know that the dead cat is going to finish the illustrations for the second volume of "Kao Mo Dao", and the second volume is not far from the official publication. But You don't have to waste sleep and sleep to write the third volume, do you? There is plenty of time."

Xiao Nizi's white arms lay flat on the clean table, connecting with Kyosuke's hand.The old denim short sleeves on her upper body are open, and the inside is a sports vest that does not show her navel.The two delicious fruits on the chest are crowded together, and there is no trace of a bra.

There are no bumps, and I don't know if she is wearing the kind of underwear that wraps her breasts or simply puts on two pieces of breast stickers.

"Ah, this sports vest has its own cushion inside, so you don't need to wear underwear."

Kirino explained as the eyes staring into Kyosuke's eyes sensed his doubts.

"Oh, that's it." Satisfied with curiosity, Kyosuke turned up his palm and patted Kirino's little hand lightly, signaling that he was fine, don't worry, and then wrapped the relaxed little hand in his own: "As for novels, I didn't write them in a hurry."

He felt Xiao Nizi pressing his knees with the warm soles of her feet, and he must have taken off those dazzling white sneakers and raised her well-worked calves under the same old denim shorts .

Kirino didn't wear makeup, and she tended to do so more and more when she went out with Kyosuke and Yukino. With her simple and neat clothes at this time, she looked like a tomboy.

Kyosuke slightly changed the angle of his legs under the dining table so that Kirino could rest his feet on them with less effort. He scratched the corners of his slightly dry eyes: "In terms of time, the progress of the novel is really nothing to worry about. Yes. It’s just that I’ve finally had a vacation, and I have more time, so I can write novels with peace of mind, so it’s just that I can’t stop the brakes... Ahhh.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he opened his mouth and took the diced meat from a pair of chopsticks into his mouth.The other end of the chopsticks was held in a slender white feather-like hand, which was Yukino's hand.

Although they are also very white, there is a clear difference between Miss Yukino's slender hands and Mrs. Dunzi's soft hands. Even if it is only appreciated from the color, Kirino's small hands are the kind of healthy beauty that is rosy and white. It makes people feel that the owner of the hand is full of vitality, but Yukino's hand is so clear that the blue blood vessels under the skin can be seen.

Emanating a morbid sense of beauty.

"Don't patronize chatting," Xue Naiwen's quiet eyes were perched with warm light, and she slowly pulled the chopsticks out of Kyousuke's mouth. They were the chopsticks she had eaten salad just now, but now they were stained with Kyousuke's saliva.

She turned her head again, handed the chopsticks to her left hand, and at the same time said to Kirino on her right: "Eating is the main thing."

"Yeah, sister Yukino~" Tong Nao nodded, Liu Haier tied on the top of his head was dangling, and so was the golden ponytail behind him, looking cute and energetic.

Then she felt a cool and soft hand caress her bare thigh under the shorts, and a few fingers reached into the bend of her leg, causing the little foot in white socks to slide down Kyosuke's knee.