What kind of man is breastfeeding?

When Shimi came back for the second time, he brought back a new kimono for Xinjiu—because the old team uniform was burned by an angry Shiya, and it was burned in front of the tailor.

The guy cried and promised never to make such an outrageous style again.

But at the same time, he couldn't immediately make a new team uniform for the new sake, so Minya finally took a kimono for everyday wear in the tailor shop.

Putting on the kimono Shinya brought back for her, Shinshu stroked her hair, sat in front of the mirror, and muttered distressedly: "What should I do with my hair?"

The system immediately brought a book to her like a dog: [I have "Guide to Easy Daily Hairstyles", do you want it? 】

Xinjiu rejected it indifferently: 【Don't. 】

In the end, as usual, she casually tied a ponytail and went out.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, the sun outside had mostly set, and the afterglow of the setting sun enveloped the whole house.

Shinya sat on the porch at the door and waited—probably because it took too long for the new wine to change clothes, he was bored of waiting, and leaned slightly sideways on the eaves pillar to take a rest.

The light of the setting sun also enveloped half of his sleeping face, which looked quiet and gentle.

His arms dropped naturally, and his loose fists lightly touched the wooden floor.

Shimi's skin is a beautiful wheat color, shrouded in the warm afterglow of the sunset, and his bony and slender hands have many fine wounds.

Xinjiu's gaze stayed on those wounds for a long time—after a while, that hand moved slightly, and Shimi broke away from the half-dream and half-awake state, and looked up at Xinjiu: "Have you changed it?"

The two people's eyes met, and the new wine frowned and smiled at him reflexively: "It's changed."

"Your hair..."

Shimi stood up and looked at her ponytail with some disgust; Xin Jiu touched his rough ponytail and said helplessly, "Is it ugly? I'm not very good at these..."

She grew up with her father, and Xin Jiu's father was not a careful man. It was good to be able to bring up his daughter safely, but naturally he couldn't be expected to teach Xin Jiu how to tie beautiful hair.

Even most of the female common sense in Xinjiu was taught by female teachers in junior high school.

Shinjiu asked himself whether his hair was ugly or not, but Miniya suddenly felt awkward—he was still a teenager, and he couldn't speak harshly to such a cute girl.

What's more, before that, he still treated this girl as his younger sister.

With a dry cough, Shimi waved to Xinjiu: "Come here, I'll tie your hair for you."

"Ai?!"

Xinjiu was taken aback, but still obediently went to sit in front of Shimi, "Mr. Fushikawa still tie his hair?"

"In the past... when my mother was going to work, I often helped take care of my younger siblings."

Minami lowered her eyes, raised her hand and removed the rubber band that fixed the ponytail, and the long black hair immediately poured down.

The long black hair was dense and soft, sliding down from his fingertips, as if holding a roll of flexible silk.Shimi's eyelids twitched uncontrollably, feeling a little hot on the back of his hands.

"Where's the hairpin?"

"Hmm... are these enough?"

Xinjiu rummaged through his purse and found two ordinary wooden hairpins.Shimi took one, bit it in her mouth, and raised her hand to tie up the long black hair of Xinjiu Ya - her hair is not too long, but there are a lot of broken hair, and it took a lot of effort to completely tie it up.

Fix the hair, and finally insert the hairpin; Shimi stepped back a little distance, and looked at it carefully-he hadn't tied someone else's hair for a long time, and he was afraid that his skills would be unfamiliar.

I can't feel the new wine.

She held up the small mirror and looked carefully, shaking her head left and right: the girl in the mirror had her hair neatly coiled up, docile and beautiful, just like a lady of the Taisho era.

Xinjiu admired from the bottom of his heart: "Mr. Undead Chuan, you are amazing!"

Obviously she is a girl, but when it comes to hair-tying skills, she may not be as good as Miniya in ten years.

"Okay."

Nodding his head, Shinya was also quite satisfied.

He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, and always had the illusion that there was soft long hair rubbed between his fingers, and there was also a faint scent of wisteria flowers.

Before that, Minya always thought that it was because of being in the wisteria house that the fragrance of wisteria flowers was everywhere.When he got close to Xinjiu's hair just now, he realized that the faint scent of wisteria flowers originated from Xinjiu's body.

At this moment, through the not-so-high wall, the outside suddenly became lively.

The sound of gongs and drums came to mind suddenly, which startled Xinjiu; she shrank her neck and let out a 'ah', her eyes widened in shock—the next moment her ears were covered, and the hand covering her ears was far stronger than hers. His hand was so wide that the palm of that hand was full of calluses.

It was two hands holding swords.

Xinjiu was first startled by the sound of gongs and drums, and then was startled for a moment by Shiya's suddenly stretched out hand.She raised her head slightly to look at the other person; Shimi is tall, even if Xinshu raises her head, she can only see Shimi's sharp jaw if the other party does not deliberately lower her height.

Minami frowned, covered Xinshu's ears, and looked outside the wall.Gongs and drums were beating outside, and it was very lively, and the raised statues of gods could be seen from a distance.

He explained to Xinjiu: "I'm inviting the gods, there should be a temple fair tonight."

The sun on the half of the mountain hanging on the top of the mountain has completely set, the sky is getting darker, and the lights are getting brighter.

As if to confirm what Shomi said, fireworks were lit in the distance the next moment, brightening up the hazy night in the evening, and flickering faintly on the wall.

Xinjiu is short and struggles to stand on tiptoe to look outside: "Is it fireworks? Is it an acrobatic show?"

She was a little curious, and the light of all kinds of faint stars reflected in her clear eyes.

There was black hair that was not tied up, softly attached to the side of Xin Jiu's face, and was also slightly raised by the night wind.She didn't realize it, and still wanted to stand on tiptoe so that her eyes could be higher. The clogs rubbed against the floor, adding a slight rubbing sound to the noise.

She was trying her best to watch the fireworks, but Shimi couldn't help but look down at her——look at her jet-black and soft hair, her jade-white face, and the bright light in her eyes.It was clearly night at this moment, and when he looked at the new wine, he seemed to see the sky break.

puff-

puff-

puff-

Heartbeat, so fast.

It was noisy outside, separated by a wall, but Shiya felt that the quietness of this porch was ridiculous, only the creaking sound of new wine clogs rubbing against the floor, and his heartbeat and breathing.

"I can't see it... It would be great if there was a ladder... Ah, by the way, let's go out and have a look?"

Suddenly figured it out, Xinjiu slapped his thigh, and turned to look at Mimi expectantly: "Hey, Mr. Fushikawa—do you want to go out with me?"

Her jade-white face was dyed with a beautiful rosy red.

Shimi opened her mouth, and she couldn't bear the thought of rejection in her heart: "Okay."

It's not my fault.

He stared at Xinjiu, Xinjiu frowned, his cheeks were flushed, and he smiled at him, as if his smile would shine.

Shimi thought to herself: Because the new wine lady is very cute...and it is not too much to ask.

So, it's okay to promise her.

The two walked one after another, Xinjiu took a lamp from the house and walked in front, Shimi walked behind her holding the handle of the knife with one hand.Xinjiu was a little helpless, looking at the road while saying: "Mr. Bushichuan, you don't need to be so vigilant now that you are at Fuji's house."

Wisterias are planted everywhere in the Vine House, and in Xinshu's view, its safety is probably second only to the periphery of Vine Attack Mountain.

Shimi said indifferently: "Miss Xinjiu, you are also a ghost hunter, so you shouldn't be so relaxed."

Xinjiu closed her mouth resentfully, and decided not to talk about this topic anymore - she was afraid that if she continued to talk, Shimi might arrest her on the spot and go to the training ground to make up lessons.

God knows that she only made up for the correct posture of holding the knife last week!And I learned it in the interest class of the Children's Palace in the community.

The orange lights flickered, fitting the back of the new wine in front, and outlined a shallow circle of light.

The aperture is very shallow, depicting soft, undulating curves.As Shinya walked behind Xinshuo, his gaze inevitably fell on the aperture—and then moved away.

Looking up, he looked at the top of the hair darkened by the new wine for a while, but he still felt uncomfortable, so he moved away and fell on the slender waist.

"Miss New Wine."

"Ok?"

Xinjiu stopped and looked back at Shiya suspiciously, waiting for his next words; in the darkness, Shiya's face flashed a little unnoticeable red.

He rubbed his neck, turned his face away: "Haven't you come yet?"

Holding the lamp in his hand, Xin Wine List unfolded the map in his hand and looked at it. He said dejectedly, "There is still a distance..."

She didn't notice Shimi's blushing, she just glanced outside the high wall and sighed: "When we get to the door, I guess the team inviting God should have passed by."

Of course, Xinjiu is talking about her own speed.She also knew that if Shi Mi's speed was calculated, she would definitely be able to catch up.

"Tsk... Actually, it doesn't have to be that troublesome."

Seeing the bustling team outside the wall, Shimi squatted down and slightly turned her head to one side: "Come up."

Xinjiu was stunned: "Where are you going?"

Shimi gritted her teeth, tried to put on a calm look as if nothing had happened, and patted herself on the shoulder: "Sit up."

"That's right!" Xin Jiu reacted, and suddenly realized: "Mr. Undead Chuan is so tall, you can see the outside when you sit on Mr. Undead Chuan's shoulder——Mr. Undead Chuan is so smart!"

She has never been stingy about complimenting people, the lantern in her hand dangled with the movement of the new wine, her eyebrows and eyes were curved with a smile.

Shimi suddenly felt his face start to heat up.

He looked away, thinking: That lamp is too bright.It's bright enough to dazzle the eyes.

Suddenly there was a weight on his shoulders, and Shiya maintained his balance for the second time without much effort, and stood up steadily.

Because of sitting, Xinjiu was a little unsteady.Holding the lantern in one hand, she wobbled and begged in a low voice, "Mr. Undead Chuan, can you give me your hand?"

Shimi didn't reply to her—because of the angle, Xin Jiu couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, and when he was about to ask again, Shimi suddenly raised his hand.

Xinjiu breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly grabbed the opponent's hand for a little leverage to maintain his balance: "Thank you, Mr. Bushichuan!"

Shimi's voice was low and hurried: "You're welcome...can you see it?"

Xinjiu overlooked as far as the eye can see, and with Shimi's height, she could easily see the procession of inviting God outside the wall.

People dancing with torches, with strange masks on their faces, wearing loose red clothes, bouncing around the statue of the gods - this is the first time Xinjiu saw this kind of invitation to the gods, whether it is music or dances for sacrifices, it is very similar to The ones she had seen before were completely different.

When Shimi asked her, Xinjiu didn't think too much, and happily replied: "I can see it! It's very clear!"

"Thanks to Mr. Undead Chuan!"

The girl's voice was sweet and soft, and even the air current brought up by the caress of the skirt fabric was the faint fragrance of wisteria flowers.

By the way, Shimi's breath was also infected with that sweet taste.

The hand held in his palm was very different from Shiya's hand - there were also thin calluses on it, but it was obviously not from the practice of holding a knife... It was more similar to the traces of long-term writing.

Despite the thin calluses, it was still soft and delicate overall, and it fit snugly in his palm.

Shimi's thoughts wandered a bit, and a thought came to him spontaneously: Miss Xinjiu's hands are so small and thin.

The waist is also very thin.

Are all girls so slender and soft?

wrong!Wait - what are you thinking about, Immortal Kawasami? !Miss Xinjiu is Kuangjin's savior!Still your colleague!What nonsense are you thinking about her, bastard! !

Maternal-fetal single for 17 years, except for pressing the neck of a female ghost while killing ghosts, the innocent eldest male Immortal Kawasami who has never had intimate contact with unrelated heterosexuals has fallen into the greatest crisis (heart) situation in history ( moving).