My Origin is Your Wife

"Miss Onodera." The maid serving in the corridor saluted the girl, and Yuko Onodera was led by the maid in a panic and at a loss.

She was in a daze and had no idea how the morning passed.

But standing in the courtyard of Qianshen Mansion, Yuko Onodera looked at the black car approaching slowly and the pretty familiar face in the driver's seat, Yuko Onodera suddenly woke up.

It was the beautiful big sister who carried Asakami on her back last night.

At this moment, she was wearing a black and white uniform slightly different from the other maids, smiling perfectly and chicly.

"You..." Yuko Onodera thought of the beautiful and beautiful scenery that shocked her heart last night.

"Shh-"

The maid raised her index finger and smiled at Yuko Onodera.

It's almost like a dream...

Yuko Onodera was sitting in the back seat, looking at the dreamy and beautiful petite girl sitting in the front passenger seat.

The black stockings, which are treasures at first glance, have a delicate and supple straight feeling under the warm sunshine in the morning.

Outline the girl's perfect leg shape, making her look even more glamorous.

"Asakami..." Yuko Onodera murmured.

Sakura turned around and sat up on her knees, leaning on the back and looking at the clean and delicate girl.

"Don't tell anything about what happened last night." Sakura put on an aggressive posture, frowning her little nose to frighten Onodera Yuko.

Yuko Onodera blushed.

I also thought of the scene where Asakami and the maid were embracing each other.

Her legs tightened.

"I...I guarantee with my dignity that I will never say anything."

Seeing Yuko Onodera's cheeks flushed red, Sakura froze for a moment, then patted the seat in embarrassment.

"What I said is what I said before! The big dog and the crow are absolutely not allowed to say anything." Sakura looked like a kitten with a blown hair.

"If you say it, you will die, you will die!"

Yuko Onodera looked at the angry Sakura, swallowed her saliva, and nodded submissively. "I won't say it. If I do...let me get bitten by a vampire."

Inexplicably, Onodera Yuko thought of Yumizuka May.

"Hmph, this is more or less the same." Sakura said proudly, with a kind of cuteness unique to little girls.

If this guy dares to talk nonsense, let Xiao Wuyue bite her!

Then... Sakura's cheeks turned red. "Don't talk nonsense about what happened after that, especially my sister!"

"Yes." Yuko Onodera nodded repeatedly.

No nonsense, such a moving scenery, absolutely impossible to share with others.

Snapped--

The maid slapped Sakura's upturned little butt. "Miss, there are many intersections ahead, please sit still."

The maid was fortunate that the eldest lady's spiritual vision ability was only the "clairvoyance" centered on the young lady, and she could not hear voices.

Otherwise, the eldest lady will definitely find out the problem.

It's just...she was still a little unsure whether the eldest lady saw it last night.

Sakura's body tensed suddenly, she bit her lip and sat down obediently, sneaking a glance at the maid from time to time.

The black car stopped at the school gate.

Yumizuka Itsuki, who had been waiting at the school gate for a long time, came bouncing over, and then saw——

Yuko Onodera got off the back seat of the car.

Yumizuka Itsuki's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

part.64 "Winter", the season of white [add more]

"It's me, it's me first, obviously I came first..."

The outstretched hand was frozen in the air, Yumizuka Wuzuki bit her lower lip so hard that it even turned white.

"Whether it's holding hands or standing next to Sakura, I still like Sakura..."

"Obviously it was me first."

The dark red eyes were shaking under the warm and bright sunlight, but what Yumizuka Wuyue felt was the coolness of winter.

That what, that guy called Onodera or something...

Sure enough... Sure enough, it was planned long ago.

The reason why he suddenly wanted to chat with himself out of nowhere was to get information about Sakura from himself.

Now he must have used some kind of conspiracy to get into Sakura's car.

Yumizuka Wuzuki lowered his head, his chestnut hair trembled slightly along with his shoulders, and the outstretched hand hung down feebly as if a bone had been pulled out.