If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

With the movement of the center of gravity moving forward, the ivory-like legs also crossed the barrier of the door frame. The white bath towel blocked the mysterious scenery of the roots of the thighs, but mischievously exposed the lower edge of the beautiful buttocks. Soft meat.

gollum...

The Lengjiao girl swallowed a mouthful of saliva expressionlessly, her eyes paused on her buttocks, and then slowly moved upwards.

Strolling out of the bathroom, the small chest/department that was once hidden by the suit also outlines an attractive bulge under the cotton towel, and the long golden hair hangs with a few drops of water on the back and hangs down. On the slender collarbone that was not covered by the bath towel, it contrasted with the fair and tender skin with a hint of pink.

bang bang

Liu Mei heard her heart beat again, and seemed to be impatient to see the face of someone with such an artistic body.

His gaze continued to swept upwards. On his swan-like neck was a pointed chin and elf-like beautiful features. His lake-green eyes were so green that they seemed to be dripping with water. Feminine beauty.

so beautiful!

Xiao Liumei jumped off the sofa subconsciously, stood on the floor and turned to look at the beautiful blond girl who was only wrapped in a bath towel, with tiny drops of water hanging from her skin and hair. He lingered on his legs and slender arms, and finally stared at the attractive pink cheeks that had been flushed with blood from the bath.

Ye Jian with wet hair rushed towards Liu Mei who was looking at him and nodded lightly, turned her body and swayed her arms and walked towards her with graceful and dignified steps.

Originally in the state of men's wear in a navy blue suit, her elegant and dignified figure is now like a royal princess guarded in a European castle. She is beautiful, moving and full of extravagance.

"Is this for me?"

The ivory-white nails lightly pointed at the pale pink nightdress that Rumette was holding in her hands, and her clear and pleasant voice flowed quietly like moonlight piercing the sky.

"……Uh-huh!"

It took a while for the young Bingmei to react. She nodded vigorously, met her quiet gaze, and then turned her head away a little embarrassedly.

Ye Jian reached out and gently took the pale pink clothes that the girl handed over. After shaking his wrists, he found that it was a light dress of the same style as Liu Mei's.

"...Is this worn without underwear?"

Hearing Ye Jian's doubtful voice, Liu Mei only wore it back and made a soft nasal voice: "Well, my mother and I have always worn it directly."

Ye Jian looked at the long skirt that was hanging down in his hand again, repeating what Rumi had just said in his heart.

Did my mother and I always wear them directly...

"...That means you're only wearing this thin skirt now?"

asked in a very casual tone.

On the other hand, the little beauty embryo didn't care, probably because she thought she was of the same sex, and even said, "Well, of course, you see."

As he spoke, he bent down and stretched out his small hand to lift the lace skirt.

"Oh, no need."

Ye Jian directly stretched out Erkang's hand, and her delicate fingers were slightly spread out in the air like white lilies blooming.

"Really..." Liu Mei raised her head and looked at Ye Jian, she seemed to put down her hands and straightened her waist with some regret, and her delicate voice came out from her small mouth: "The one in your hand belongs to mother, but mother has been changing and washing two pieces. Wear it, this is the one you put away after washing, wear it with confidence."

"Oh...Thank you, then I'm welcome."

There was a rare hesitation in Ye Jian's tone, and he recalled in his mind the gentle woman he saw at the door of this mansion when he sent Liu Mei home last time.

With soft and loose long hair, a literary knitted sweater, and a beautiful face, he looks like he is only in his 20s.

Of course, considering the age of studying in the United States and Japan's national conditions, it is very likely that he is only in his 20s.

Are the clothes that were once worn on the body by such a gentle and beautiful woman now touching my skin without any barrier...

The same heartbeat as the one who stayed in the United States just now beat in the warm chest, and the blood that was gradually breaking away from the stillness flooded throughout the body.

Forget it, there is no other way.

The thick bath towel slipped from the armpit to the sofa next to it, and the light pink nightdress spread out in her hand blocked Liu Mei's sight.

hateful!Why is this skirt so thin and not transparent!

Rumi Gener, whose face was as calm as a facial paralysis, was itching.

Are you going to miss the opportunity?

The big black eyes stared at the nightdress in front of him, as if to penetrate.

Fortunately, the hard work pays off—I'm not saying that Liumei has become a see-through eye. At the moment when Ye Jianxiang put on a skirt, she finally revealed her tender but youthful and moving body in front of Liumei.

It turns out that people with blond hair also have blond hair, which is different from my mother's...

I just don't know if it feels different from my mother's...

Peach-colored thoughts swirled in the small head.

The delicate little face is as cold and glamorous as a young Snow Maiden.

087 Tsurumi Rumi is not pure ([-])

The fair and slender hands gathered the nightdress together and put it lightly on the head, and the arms alternately passed out from both sides of the thin shoulder straps. A stretched skirt swayed slightly above the knees.

Hiss, so slippery, a little cold...

The supple, cool fabric slides over the breast for a comfortable and refreshing feel against the flesh.

No, no, no, you have to be restrained, it will be embarrassing if it is bumped.

If the heart is clear, the heart is clear...