They All Want to Get Down?

"It's you?"

Xuenuo raised her head slightly, looked at Amamiyahara's clear starry eyes and asked.

"Yes, I'm here, you are safe." Amamiyahara said softly.

Looking at Amamiyahara's face, Xuenuo's complexion was slightly red, and there was an emotion in his eyes that was rarely seen in Xuenuo.

He opened his lips slightly, revealing an expression of wanting to speak and then to stop.

finally.

Xue Nai still couldn't help the emotion in her heart.

Choose an opening.

"Then... can you please not put your hands on a girl's hips and touch my belly with that thing when you say such handsome words?"

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ps: Ah, the number of words updated today is still [-] words, and it should be able to be maintained tomorrow...probably...

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ps2: By the way, Chapter 64 has a writer haunting it. Of course, that’s not my plot. Hui didn’t take the initiative, but I created a group. When I announce the group number in a few days, I may consider writing about the content of the dream After all, only Hayasaka will hit home plate in the short term, and the rest will be about 20 words later.

Chapter 67 Has been seen ah ah ah ah! (5k6

Torrential rain.

In the rain, Amamiyahara's hands were placed on Yukinoshita Yukino's hips, hugging each other's body.

An umbrella was placed upside down on the road, and the rainwater was allowed to flow into the umbrella surface, gathering like a stream.

The blood on the ground was gathering in the direction of the two people, but Amamiyahara didn't put it in his heart.

Yukinoshita Yukino's chest is very flat, like the Kanto Plain, a horse is flat.

However, correspondingly, other aspects have a good make up.

Under the snow, the place where the snow should be warped is very warped and extremely elastic.

The feel is also quite good.

Even through two layers of fabric, you can clearly feel the elasticity.

"Ah, it's Yukino-san, you suddenly ran into my arms, and I hugged it subconsciously. It's not my problem." Amamiyahara moved his hands away from Yukino's upturned and elastic buttocks, not panicking. Not busy said.

If you squeeze it, you can probably feel the softness of Yukino's body better?

But after thinking that he would be treated as an idiot, Amamiyahara dismissed the idea.

I haven't made a move to the point of deliberately wiping oil.

Just now, just because I saw a familiar figure suddenly pounce on me, I hugged him subconsciously.

"That's right, but have you touched it?" There was a trembling in Xuenai's cold voice.

Maybe it was because the umbrella was lost during the sprint just now, and it was a little cold from the heavy rain.

It may also be caused by some instinctive restraint from girls.

"Can a subconscious action be called wiping?" Amamiyahara shrugged his shoulders and said calmly, "And you should be lucky, fortunately it's you, if it's a stranger, now you're lying in the pool of blood behind you. ."

As an Onmyoji, wander the dark side of the world.

Vigilance is a must.

If you are not sure that the person in front of you is a human being, and is a person you are familiar with, you are not in an illusion.

Amamiyahara's first reaction was to kick it away with a high probability.

If you sense hostility, it is very possible to strike directly.

Anyway, don't hack to death, just leave room for explanation.

"So, I also want to express my gratitude to the guy who desecrated the girl's body, and be happy for it?"

"Well...that's right. If you want to say thank you, I don't mind at all.".

There was a physical distance between the two.

Amamiyahara could clearly see Yukino's appearance.

His long black hair was wet, and he could squeeze out a handful of water.

With raindrops hanging on her thin cherry-colored lips, she looks delicate and charming, making people feel the urge to lean down and kiss Fangze.

The rain flowed down his cheeks, like peach blossoms in the rain, with pink makeup and jade carvings, which was extremely moving.

The white shirt on his body was also wet by the rain, and a blue pattern was looming, and you could vaguely see the incredible amount of milk.

Because the black and white plaid skirt became heavy due to the accumulation of rain, it also adhered tightly to the body.

With the palm of your own hand, you can probably hold two at the same time?

A thought flashed through my mind.

It's a pity that compared to sister Yang Nailai, there is one less fun.