What kind of man is breastfeeding?

March.

This year's early cherry blossoms bloomed beautifully. After obtaining the consent of Ms. Mingmei, the new wine was picked from the cherry blossom tree in the yard and inserted into the vase.

The chubby silver gradient is obviously very interested in this cherry blossom, and keeps sticking out its claws to try to ravage the flowers hanging from the edge of the vase.

Xinjiu pinched the back of the cat's neck and lifted it from the cabinet: "Little ancestor, you can calm down. You can't eat this, and you will suffer if you eat it."

Maomao obviously didn't understand what she said, just like in the past, she rubbed against the hostess' soft chest coquettishly and coquettishly.Xin Jiu moved the cat's head: "It's useless to act like a baby!"

"And it's time for you to lose weight, do you know how fat you are now?"

After Mao Mao understood this sentence, she was shocked.It buried its head in the arms of the new wine, and made a few "meows" aggrieved.

Xinjiu put Maomao on the sofa, picked up the student shirt and light blue thin coat that were on the sofa, and put them into the washing machine—there was a long list of trophies and awards on the cabinet next to the washing machine, all without exception. It's a prize for kendo competitions.

The trousers were pulled suddenly, Xin Jiu lowered his head helplessly, and sure enough, he saw Mao Mao pulling his trousers aggrievedly.

She squatted down and scratched Mao Mao's chin: "Well, let's play by myself for a while, and I will come to accompany you later, okay?"

Mao Mao's chin was scratched very comfortably, rubbing against Xin Jiu's white fingers, and turned over to reveal her belly.Xin Jiu skillfully rubbed Mao Mao's soft belly, and said helplessly, "I really can't help you...how can you be so spoiled?"

Maomao licked the hostess' wrist, as well as the slightly bulging, round joints on it - the new wine was a little itchy by it, and her eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved with a smile.

click-

The door lock made the sound of being opened, Xinjiu still maintained the posture of stroking the cat with one hand, and turned his head to look at the door; a man between the ages of youth and teenager opened the door and came in, with flesh-pink mid-length hair tied low behind his head. Ponytail, baggy gray hoodie, light-colored jeans wrapped around straight and long legs.

He carried a black travel bag on one shoulder, hung his camel coat on the hanger, and held a wooden knife in his arms.

Xinjiu stood up with the cat in his arms, and was about to take the wooden knife in the other's hand when he walked over - Satu deliberately avoided her outstretched hand, and hugged the petite lover into his arms.

He rubbed his chin against his lover's delicate neck, and the tip of his nose smelled a familiar and warm scent: "Hmm... have you changed your perfume?"

"It was given by Zhenko last time, and I wanted to try it, so I sprayed it a little this morning," Xinjiu complained softly with one hand resting on Satu's broad shoulders, "Did you not shave your beard? It hurt me..."

A man's low and muffled smile came from beside her ear, passing over her sensitive earlobe.

Xin Jiu couldn't help shrinking her neck, and almost didn't hug the cat in her arms—she angrily kicked Satu lightly: "Did you do it on purpose? My cat almost scared me off!"

Sato let go of the new wine, stood up straight, and picked up the cat in her arms with one hand: "Xiao Jiu, you are getting fatter."

While picking up the cat, Saratori unloaded his backpack and hung the wooden knife on the wall.

Maomao was grabbed by the back of fate's neck by Sato, and collapsed cowardly into a long string of cat cakes.Xinjiu scratched the cat's chin and said, "Don't bully it—how is Xiaojiu getting fat? He's obviously very healthy!"

Sato smiled, put Maomao on the ground, and took off his gray hoodie; when he took off the hoodie, the bottoming shirt inside was pulled up a little by the corner of the hoodie, revealing the beautiful belly of the man. muscle silhouette.

Xinjiu looked away guiltily, and couldn't help but glance at it to cover up: Hey!Are the men in the kendo club all so beautiful?

Or is Sarabbit exercising exceptionally well?

She was distracted and noticed a long box at the door.Xinjiu walked over to pick up the box, but Satu quickly grabbed her wrist——Xinjiu looked up at him suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

"It contains real knives, sharpened." Sato pulled her over, and at the same time picked up the long box with his free hand and put it on the counter: "You'd better not move around, it's not right if you cut yourself. Just kidding."

Xinjiu wondered: "Don't you all use wooden swords in your kendo club?"

After learning that Mr. Rinaki's Kendo Gym still teaches water breathing, she was shocked.But what is certain is that neither Mr. Rinaki Taki nor Sato Yoshiyuki and the others have any past life memories.

It seems that except for Yuanyi, everyone has no memory of the previous life.

In modern society, carrying a real sword is considered illegal carrying controlled knives, right?

"Not from the Kendo Department."

Sato took Xinjiu to the sofa, and patiently explained to her: "I met a strange all-purpose house on the road, and the boss insisted on giving it to me... It feels like a good sword. I really like the sword on the hilt. tassels, and brought them back.”

"Let's not talk about that, it's not something important—"

Hugging his lover, Satu buried his head between her neck again, and took a deep breath: "It's been three days since this kendo competition, I miss you so much."

The masculine style has always been to say what comes to mind, never knowing what is reserved and euphemistic; but Xinjiu likes it the most.

She moved the young man's hairy head, the flesh pink low ponytail was messed up by her, and a few strands of short hair were raised up.

Resting her chin on her boyfriend's shoulder, she rubbed Satu's shoulders and neck thoughtfully and distressedly: "Did you not sleep well? I watched the live broadcast the night before yesterday, and I played really well—this time too .1, amazing..."

"I remember you seem to have said that if you are No.1, you can ask for a reward."

Sabito raised his head, and looked at Xinshu with a little smile in his silver eyes—Xinshu blinked, not paying attention to his lover's hand on his waist, and even began to think seriously.

She put her arms on Satu's shoulders, and the two of them were so close that they could hear their breath.Xinjiu thought hard: "Why don't I donate another building to your school?"

The car can no longer be delivered, and it will not be enough to send it to the garage.

A beautiful watch is also not good. Satoshi belongs to the Kendo club and needs to practice all year round, so it is inconvenient to wear a watch.But it seems that the school building has been donated last time?

The distressed chaebol lady held her lover's face, showing a tangled expression: "It seems that Sato doesn't have anything in particular... Maybe you like gems?"

"My aunt gave me a Paraiba tourmaline on my birthday before. I kept it in white crystal. Do you want that?"

The suggestive expression on Satoshi's face gradually solidified—Xin Jiu looked at him suspiciously: "Don't you like gems? Um... where are the swords?"

She tried her best to mobilize the memories of the collections that she hadn't paid attention to at ordinary times, and said: "I remember that when I graduated from university, my family gave me a replica of Baibi with chapters. Although it is a replica, but because the craftsmanship is very beautiful, So it is also very collectible…”

The more I talked, the more I felt ashamed, Xinjiu sighed in my heart, thinking: It's so difficult, it's really difficult to fall in love, I don't know what gift to give.

Why was there no such trouble at all in junior high school?

Oh, by the way, it seemed that Satu was basically the one who took the initiative in junior high school—couples in love should reciprocate, which was also taught by Satu at that time.

Sato took a deep breath and told himself that he couldn't care about it.

He embraced his lover's slender waist, with a serious expression: "I don't need those things... and don't donate to the school anymore. If you donate to the school next door, the ghost dance company will come to complain that our school occupies too much land."

The new wine suddenly became tangled.

She lowered her head in frustration, and whispered: "Then I don't seem to have any rewards for you. Why don't you take a look at my bank card?"

Seeing that his lover was about to climb down from him and look for her unlimited black card——Sakura couldn't laugh or cry, and finally gave up waiting for her to realize it by herself.

Holding his little friend's waist and dragging her back into his arms, Satu's chin was pressed on the other's thin and slender shoulders, and he even had a bit of gnashing of teeth when he said: "I don't need a bank card either."

Although I don't quite understand why, Shinshu can still feel that Satu is not very happy.She was hugged by her lover, raised her head in doubt and asked humbly: "Then what reward do you want?"

It's too difficult to guess. Is this why the legendary man in love is so unfathomable?

The soft lips rubbed against the neck, and the young woman's sharp and beautiful jaw line gradually appeared, and she went up and kissed her sweet lips: "I want to kiss."

Xinjiu showed an expression of sudden realization—but the young and vigorous lover was obviously annoyed at her slowness, and bit her lips with a sense of punishment.

The cat nestled on the carpet jumped up with agility that was completely different from its size, and tried to climb up the sofa; before it could succeed, it was grabbed by the back of the neck by Satoshi and stuffed into the cat's nest.

Xinjiu was about to argue for his cat, but before he could open his mouth, the young lover pressed his shoulders, held the back of his head, and pushed him back into the soft sofa——

She tried her best to press Satu's shoulder, accusing him: "The cat..."

"Well, my fault."

While admitting his mistake with a good attitude, the young man eagerly blocked his lover's soft lips, licking and kissing him back and forth, not giving her a second chance to speak.

Silver Gradient, who had been stuffed back into the cat's litter, finally crawled out; it had grown so fat recently that the cat's litter could no longer accommodate it, and when it crawled out, half of the cats were stuck in the doorway.

Hearing the man's master admit his mistake and dare to do it next time, he meowed angrily, kicked his legs and hit the counter while rolling.The rectangular wooden box Satu brought back was placed on the counter. After being bumped, the wooden box that was supposed to be tight opened a crack.

The sunlight from outside fell in along that slit, illuminating the dusty sun blade inside.A string of wisteria flowers hangs from the handle of the knife. Although the color has faded over time, the stitches are fine and careful.

night.

Xinjiu felt the cold in a daze——she subconsciously reached out to touch her side, but it was empty.

empty?

Xin Jiu sat up in a daze, the quilt she was covering slipped off, she was stunned for two or three seconds; the cold air in the middle of the night made her sneezed again.

The curtains of the windows were pulled aside by someone, and the moonlight was falling all over the place.

And Sato, who was sleeping next to Xinjiu, was sitting on the open space in front of the window, holding something in his hand.Because his back was facing Xinjiu, Xinjiu didn't see clearly what he was holding.

Xinjiu rubbed his eyes, fumbled and turned on the bedside lamp: "Saitu?"

The shoulders of the lovers sitting on the floor trembled slightly, but they didn't look back.Shinjiu felt strange, lifted the quilt and walked over barefoot—turning to the front of Saitu, Shinjiu saw the thing that Saitu was holding in his hand—and this kind of thing was no stranger to Shinjiu.

It is a sun wheel knife.

The blade has been eroded by the years, and the color is no longer sharp, but the style is still very eye-catching.The knife jaw is the knife jaw used by Sabito in the Taisho period, and a string of wisteria flowers hangs from the handle of the knife.

Xinjiu stared at the Sun Wheel Knife, stunned for a moment, and suddenly lost his voice: Why is this knife here?

She was about to ask Satu what was going on, but when she raised her eyes, she saw that her lover's face was already full of tears.

Xinjiu was taken aback, and immediately forgot about the Rilundao matter.She picked up the papers on the table and took out five or six of them in one go, and wiped Satu's face indiscriminately: "What's wrong? Why are you crying like this?"

Sato raised his head and looked at the new wine with a dazed expression: The girl in front of her... No, to be precise, she can no longer be called a girl.

Although the cheeks were still small and fair, the fat and round face of a baby he was familiar with had turned into a gentle and pleasant oval face.Compared with the word girl, the new wine in front of her is completely convincing that she is an adult.

It's not the same as the person in the long memory, but perfectly coincides with this person's memory - this is his lover, who lives upstairs, is four years older than him, and is already working.

Seeing the other party approaching, he instinctively grabbed Xin Jiu's wrist, fearing that she would be injured by the sun wheel knife if she got too close.

When grabbing Shinshu's wrist, Sabito felt something was subtly wrong.He moved his thumb and stroked the delicate skin with a striking tooth mark on it.

He looked down at the girl's loose white short sleeves - this short sleeve was obviously not new, and it was more than one size bigger than her own skeleton.

New wine's skin is white, so it is particularly easy to leave marks: the ambiguous red hickey between the neck and collarbone, the teeth marks on the inside of the wrist, and the finger marks on the slender ankles that have not faded away.

She still looked at herself ignorantly, as if she didn't understand the situation in front of her, her hair was messed up——

Sabito took a deep breath, stepped back slowly, and put the Sun Wheel Knife far away.Xinjiu didn't know, so he took half a step forward, "What's the matter?"

Sato didn't dare to look at the obvious marks on her body, and looked away in panic: "Sorry, I—"

What's next?

In my memory, it is clear that I took advantage of it. Saying sorry at this time is like a scumbag; after all, the person who bullied his lover so much that he cried to the point of biting his wrist at night was indeed himself.

But how to explain it?Could it be that I told Xin Jiu that I suddenly seemed to be reminded of my previous life, so I can’t get over it now and my mind is still stuck in the stage where I’m not with you?

No, talking like this is more like a scumbag who is ready to run away without taking responsibility.

Before Satu's brain could buffer the appropriate words, Xinjiu's 'excellent' comprehension ability had already made her understand something.She slapped her head, suddenly realized, and leaned in front of Satu and kissed the corner of his mouth.

After a moment of separation, she put her hands on the floor, straightened her upper body and kissed the scar on her lover's mouth, and the full and beautiful lips: "Don't cry, I will always be by your side, and I will never leave you."

Xinjiu thought that Sato had a nightmare—wonder if it was because he had left too much psychological shadow on Sato’s past life, even though Sato in this life has no memory of his previous life, he would always be inexplicably nervous about himself .

When they were on their first date, Xinshu was only washed away by the crowd for less than 5 minutes... It was only 5 minutes apart, but Satu was so nervous that she would disappear completely.

After finding her, Sabito held Shinshu's hand tightly throughout the date until the end.

Even after the two lived together, Sato would often wake up at night with tears all over his face when he woke up, his fragile appearance was completely different from his usual masculine style.

Only when Xinjiu took the initiative to hug him and kept repeating to him that he would not leave, could Satu slowly recover from the nightmare.

But this time it seems a little different.

Looking at Sato who was still sitting on the ground blankly, Xinjiu was a little depressed.She hesitated for a moment, then straightened her upper body again, imitating what Sato taught her, and tried to kiss her lover who was 'daunted' by the nightmare——

The next moment she was embraced by the other party; Xinjiu was a little taken aback, and blinked: "Saktu?"

The lover hugged her tightly, buried his head on the side of her neck, his soft lips covered those hickey marks intentionally or unintentionally: "I'm fine."

"I'm just a little...jealous."

Obviously know whether it is in the previous life or in this life, it is actually me.But the jealousy and anger in his heart could not be suppressed no matter what.

The palm that has been holding the sword all year round is rough and wide. It goes down the slender waist and brushes Xinjiu's ankle—a string of naked fingerprints are left on that white and delicate flesh.

He palmed his lover's waist and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm hungry."

New wine: "!!!"

"Wait..." Trying hard to hold down Saito's hand, Shinjiu said, "I can cook you a supper, don't you have to watch Tanjiro's game tomorrow? And it's really late I... ..."

The rest of the words were blocked by kisses, the young man held his lover's petite hand, and slowly interlocked his fingers: "Well, I'm hungry, I want to eat supper."

Already eating now.