Natori and the Passer-by Heroine

"Shiwa-senpai and Eiriri have said that, Asaichi, you like this posture more."

Xiaohui straddled him, she turned off the bedside lamp, only a faint silver moon shone into the room, and the hazy moonlight coated her with a neon dress made by Weaver Girl.

"...The conversation between the girls is really interesting."

"Hmm... what do I do next?"

She stretched out her hand and grabbed Xiaoqianyi, explored left and right for a while, then tilted her head with a confused expression.

Really, can you not make such a foul.

long night.

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PS: The next chapter will be the foreshadowing of BB's last memory, and it's time to end the foreshadowing of this bloody plot...

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Chapter 68 Accompanying is the longest love confession

Love is a dead maze that can trap people in it forever. When you think you can use reason to think about a relationship, when you come back to your senses, you realize that your actions are irrational at all, and you are still acting on your emotions. Just like our ouroboros, it's always going around in circles, always naively thinking that it's growing up, but falling into simple emotional deception time and time again.

Time and time again, I put myself on the high ground of emotion and morality, convincing myself that I am not the one who is wrong; The pressure of public opinion washes the ground for themselves.

"I've tried my best, so there's nothing I can do."

Why does it have to be so clear?

As long as you fall in love, people are naive. This naivety is as sweet as honey, as bitter as yellow lotus, and as astringent as lemon.

If you seriously try to distinguish one from the other, you will only find that you are already in a quagmire. Even if you want to see each other again, you are still friends. You will only find that this is just wishful thinking. Obviously, you have experienced many things together in real time, and you are obviously a rare existence with many exclusive memories. , it is already an extreme luck to meet each other, but this rareness will be annihilated because of the "reality" in the heart.

Life is really scary, it can make all luck disappear, it can make people numb, and it can make people find endless excuses.

Asahi knows this very well, and for some reason, he just clearly understands what love means, and he can't say that it has no benefits, it can only be said that it is a catalyst that can make people mature once they are serious. Seriously, plainly, it will be very tiring, but there will also be a kind of no regret that makes people understand thoroughly, but it is a kind of no regret that will make people sad and sad alone late at night.

Will leave eventually.

Therefore, the most important thing is the result. Since love is naive, all the things that were thought to be a law long ago will become unexpectedly dramatic after being washed by it, just like Shiyu's devotion regardless of everything, just like Yinglili's patience The night attack at the limit is like Xiaohui's long-term companionship.

There is no way to explain it rationally, their inner feelings drove them to do so, reason was useless, they were brave, they all took that step.

"I won't leave your side."

Shi Yu, Ying Lili, and Xiao Hui are all proving all this with their bodies and minds.

Love like a mirage, no matter how difficult and tortuous the process is, its result will never change.

It will never change.

Even if you bet on this life, it will not change it.

Qian Yi's feelings are very clear and clear, what they do, what they should do.

Isn't this already decided?

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This is a familiar room, no matter from what point of view, this monotonous and old room without decorations is the room that Asahi is most familiar with. The memory has returned, and the strangeness that came back last time has disappeared, replaced by It's the familiar sense of belonging, not to mention Xiao Hui who is now lying naked on her chest.

The goose-yellow bedside lamp reflects her flushed face with lingering charm, and the rippling peach blossom eyes can overflow with honey, half covered by the sheet, her skin against her is a little sticky, maybe it's sweat, maybe it's some kind of The unknown mixed liquid that can make the heart beat faster, the elastic youth has been occupied, and Sisi's sweet smile appeared on her delicate face.

Just go with the flow, most like the natural behavior between lovers.

"What are you laughing at?"

Asagi rubbed her forehead with his chin, feeling the beautiful touch of the long, smooth hair with his hand, the emotions in his heart were infected and brewed together.

With such a woman, how can you not be young.

"No, I'll laugh at whatever you're laughing at, Asahi~"

She stretched out her arms to hug him, her body became closer, and the distance between her hearts had long been negative.

"Haha, I'm laughing at whatever Xiaohui is laughing at~"

The foreheads are offset.

Looking at each other closely, the two laughed like fools, even the air became sticky, and the nostrils were filled with a cloyingly sweet smell.

"It always feels like the two of us are idiots."

"Puchi, stupid couple?"

"Uh-huh."

In tender moments, the lines are always so soft.