The Yukinoshita family wants me to confess

Over there, Tomoki Yamashita was checking the ingredients, ready to show off his skills.

Mother Xue sat on the sofa with her hands on her thighs, her eyes were slightly absent, she was thinking about something.

This house is not big, and the decoration is exquisite, and there is nothing worth seeing.

In the living room the TV screen was black.

The mobile phone is still in the bag, and I don't know if there are any important messages that have not been processed.

In this way, quietly, time passed by every minute.

Mother Xue still maintained that upright appearance, in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

After a long time, with a slight sound, Hirakawa Hideo came out after just taking a shower.

He was drying his hair with a towel over his head.

Although Hirakawa Hideo's hairstyle is not flat, but the hair is not too long, so I don't have the habit of drying my hair with a hair dryer.

"Auntie, have you rested? Go take a bath, you will feel better after you take a bath."

Hirakawa Hideo didn't pay attention to her own image, just walked over while wiping her hair.

In front of Xuemu, he has never had any image burden, and behaved very casually.

Xuemu reached out her hand naturally, grabbed the towel, and helped Ping Chuanxiu to dry her hair.

Her movements are very gentle, and slow and careful, which makes people feel very comfortable.

At least it was far more comfortable than Hirakawa Hideo rubbing herself vigorously.

Those hands gently wiped his head with a towel, rubbing it from time to time.

In the front is the warm body attached to it.

There is a fragrant smell all around, not strong, but it smells good.

Hirakawa Hideo blushed slightly.

Just now I made up my mind to completely give up my unruly thoughts about my aunt.

But it was hard for him not to let his imagination run wild with such an action, and those unruly thoughts quietly surfaced again.

How can I have such thoughts?

Seeing the serious expression on her aunt's face, Hirakawa Xiu felt very guilty and blamed herself.

Auntie clearly cared about her so much, but her mind was full of that kind of thought.

Am I worthy of my aunt?

Hirakawa Hideo was struggling.

It's not that he didn't think that his aunt might have similar thoughts as himself.

But this kind of thinking was too out of bounds, and he still didn't dare to think about it.

"You can watch TV while sitting here, or play with your mobile phone. Auntie is going to take a shower."

Xuemu wiped it carefully, then put away the towel and turned to leave.

Seeing Xuemu's leaving back, Ping Chuanxiu fell into deep thought.

Today's aunt feels a little different from usual.

Inexplicably, he became a little irritable.

Hirakawa Hideo played with her mobile phone, but her attention was always on the departing Snowmother.

My mind was full of the tired and tired look of my aunt when she entered the door.

He had never seen such a pitiful expression on his aunt.

All along, the aunt has been a representative of security in his heart. No matter what happens, no matter when and where, as long as the aunt is by his side, he can feel at ease.

But why did Auntie suddenly show such an expression today?

Ping Chuanxiu was inexplicably flustered.

The whole person became upset.

The hand slides randomly on the phone, and the content is completely invisible.

Hirakawa Hideo stood up, and walked to the door of the bathroom by accident.

Looking at the closed door, Hideo Hirakawa gradually regained consciousness.

What are you doing?

Ping Chuanxiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and couldn't figure out what he was doing.

The door is translucent, the outside can be seen from the inside, but the inside cannot be seen from the outside.

The sporadic noises in the bathroom stopped.

The people inside seemed to see Hideo Hirakawa standing outside.

"What's the matter? Xiu, what's the matter?"

Snowmother's melodious voice floated in the bathroom, and echoed from the door.

"No...it's nothing. I just saw that Auntie seemed a little tired, so I wanted to come over and ask Auntie if I could rub my body to relax."

Hirakawa Hideo made up a reason at will.

In fact, he didn't know what he was doing just now.

There was a sudden silence in the bathroom.

There is no sound.

Oops.

Are you talking too much?

It's outrageous to talk to my aunt at such an old age...

Seeing that there was no response for a long time, Hirakawa became a little uneasy.

I'm almost an adult, and I rubbed my aunt's back. This behavior must be deviant.

Sudden.

The door opened.

Inside was the aunt with only a bath towel around her body.

Ping Chuanxiu froze for a moment, and immediately blushed.

The eyes don't know where to look.

I feel like I shouldn't be looking anywhere.

"come in."

Xuemu's face was the same as usual, as if this was a very common thing.

Rou Rou's face was slightly flushed, but it was unknown whether it was the hot water or something else.

"Auntie is indeed a little tired. Auntie is very happy that Xiu Neng cares about Auntie so much."

Xuemu didn't seem to see Ping Chuanxiu's eyes, and said very calmly.

As she spoke, she stepped forward to take off her scarf.

Putting her hand on the top of the scarf, Xuemu glanced at Ping Chuanxiu.

I saw Hirakawa Hideo turning around unnaturally.

Fragmentary sounds came from behind, and the light was an ambiguous warm yellow.

It's hard not to imagine the situation.

First there was the sound of a towel slipping off and then being placed on a shelf.

Accompanied by the sound of feet stepping on the ground.

It feels weird.

Obviously saw nothing, but it was more exciting than seeing everything.

Not long after, the sound of shower gel or bubble bath rubbing against the skin resounded in the bathroom.

The atmosphere became a little more charming.

Hirakawa Hideo didn't know whether she was suffering or enjoying, both pain and happiness.

"Auntie, are you ready?"

The sound behind him gradually stopped, Hirakawa Hideo asked.

To be on the safe side, he didn't turn around immediately.

Even if he can take advantage of that, it is not what he wants.

Although he has unreasonable thoughts about his aunt, she is the most important person in his heart after all. It is not what he wants to anger or make her unhappy in order to satisfy his own selfish desires.

It was vaguely as if I heard my aunt take a deep breath.

Then the aunt's nice voice sounded from behind.

"Turn around."

Chapter 59 Trembling

Xuemu sat on a small bench with her back to Ping Chuanxiu.

Perhaps because of her shyness, Snow Mother covered three areas with foam, trying to cover them.

Even so, there is still a lot of scenery.

Hirakawa Hideo stepped forward and sat on a small bench slightly behind.

His breathing became somewhat rapid and heavy.

Heartbeat.

I don't know if it's because the bathroom is too hot or the adrenaline is soaring, Hirakawa Hideo's face is already flushed.

He looked at his aunt sitting in front of him and swallowed.

"A...Auntie, then I'll start."

Hirakawa Hideo's voice sounded behind him.

"Ah."

Xuemu didn't do anything.

She has not done any rough work, and her body is well maintained.Coupled with wearing conservative kimonos all year round, the skin inside is much whiter than ordinary people.

She sat on the bench with her butt pressed against the bench.

The legs are slightly tucked, and the hands are placed between the thighs.

The shower cap covered the coiled hair, exposing the entire face with exquisite features, soft curves, and a noble and white neck like a swan.

But from the back, only half of the side face can be seen, which looks a little cold.

Slowly, Hirakawa Hideo extended a trembling hand.

Large areas of skin broke into the eyeball.

The salivary glands were crazily secreting saliva, but when he spoke, his throat felt a little dry.

Against the background of a large amount of foam, my aunt's skin still looks fair, moist and shiny.

The clean back can be seen at a glance, the fragrant shoulders, waist and plump buttocks form a beautiful curve, which is intoxicating.

If you look closely, you can even vaguely see a little ditch.

Ping Chuanxiu's hand lightly touched Snow Mother's back.

Both of them trembled.

Xuemu could clearly feel the warmth and coolness of Hirakawa Xiu's hand through the feeling from her back.

She didn't say anything.