The Yukinoshita family wants me to confess

There is absolutely nothing wrong with feeling like this.

It was the aunt kissing her forehead.

His face suddenly flushed red and hot.

"Auntie, what are you doing?"

He hadn't been kissed like this by his aunt for a long time.

For a long time before, when he just moved to Yukinoshita's house, almost every day, he would beg his aunt to kiss his face or forehead before going to bed.

Thinking about it now, I was still too lonely and timid at that time, and I was a little Oedipus inclined.

"Goodnight kiss, didn't you like it very much before the show?"

Xuemu blinked her eyes, seeing Ping Chuanxiu's injustice, she couldn't help smiling.

There was no expression on that face on weekdays, and even a smile appeared on his face, which seemed extraordinarily indifferent to outsiders.

Bright as spring.

"That was a long time ago..."

Hirakawa Hideo muttered, her voice getting smaller and smaller.

Maybe my aunt still treats me like a child.

Obviously he was still under pressure last night.

But he didn't dare to say these words after all, he only dared to mutter in his heart.

"No matter how long it takes, a show is a show, it's my show, and it won't change."

Snow Mother caressed Ping Chuanxiu's face, and the original sharp and clear Danfeng eyes became extremely gentle, and there seemed to be clear water rippling in the pupils, with ripples.

The smile on his face was also very soft.

Only at this time will this cold-faced wife who was strict with herself show her gentle side.

"Aunt……"

Such an aunt has a different charm.

Hirakawa Hideo was still awkward at first, feeling ashamed to be treated like a child like this, but now she is dumbfounded.

"Ok?"

Xuemu looked at him tenderly.

The hand was still caressing Hirakawa Hideo's face.

"You are so pretty."

Hirakawa Hideo was a little embarrassed, but said it anyway.

"What did you say?"

Xuemu blinked, then opened her eyes wide, looking at him in surprise.

A look of surprise beyond belief.

"Then what, Auntie, you go to bed early, and I will continue to do my homework."

Ping Chuanxiu felt embarrassed when her aunt stared at her, and started chasing customers.

He felt that it was a bit strange for him to say such things to his aunt.

How could a junior say such a thing to his aunt?

Hirakawa Hideo pretended to be looking at the test paper seriously, sitting upright and motionless, but in fact his face was already flushed.

Cheeks are hot.

Xuemu blinked again, and looked at Ping Chuanxiu, who was pretending to be doing her homework seriously, but her ears were actually red.

This kid is too shy.

"Then, Auntie is going back first. After you finish your homework, wash up and go to bed early. You have to go to class tomorrow."

After a while, Ping Chuanxiu was still pretending to be doing homework, Xuemu patted Ping Chuanxiu's head dotingly, got up and said.

She leaned down and gently kissed Hirakawa Hideo's cheek.

Auntie is this? !

Ping Chuanxiu couldn't pretend anymore, and looked over in surprise.

But I saw my aunt looking at me with a teasing look.

"Don't kiss the forehead, that's okay."

When Xuemu laughed, Danfeng narrowed her eyes slightly, looking a little seductive.

Without waiting for Ping Chuanxiu to react, she walked slowly towards the door.

Only a graceful and graceful figure was left behind.

As well as Hirakawa Hideo's doubts, shock and some joy.

PS:

I went out to dinner at night for supper, and it was already one or two o'clock when I came back. I hurriedly typed a thousand words, barely kept the continuous update, and made up for the double or third update tomorrow.

Chapter 88 Growth

late at night.

City frontier.

Few stars twinkle in the deep sky.

In a small room.

It has become very quiet outside.

There was hardly any sound.

Auntie, what does that mean...

Do you really just think of yourself as a child?

Or, Auntie also...

The image of being together on the bed last night flashed in my mind.

Even though it was pitch black, it was impossible to see the specific face.But the scorching body temperature, as well as the panting like weeping in the room, made him truly feel the existence of the other party.

It's impossible for Auntie not to feel it.

Even if it's just because you spoil yourself and you're too embarrassed to refuse at first.

In the end, there is also a feeling.

Hirakawa Hideo was holding a pen in his hand, but the homework in front of him had not been touched at all.

He stared at the paper in a daze.

Auntie, what does this mean today.

If it was in the past, he might not think too much about his aunt doing this. After all, a goodnight kiss is a bit inappropriate for him at this age, but aunt is an elder after all, and she loves herself so much on weekdays. It makes sense to do so .

But now he is at the sensitive age of youth, plus the night before, he and his aunt did what they shouldn't do all over again, it is impossible not to think about this situation.

The aunt teased herself as if she was still in front of her eyes.

The crisp circle on the forehead.

Ping Chuanxiu unconsciously reached out and touched her cheek, where her aunt had just kissed not long ago.

Auntie's kiss, like a pebble in a lake, stirred up waves in the little boy's heart.

Just when Ping Chuanxiu was disturbed by his aunt's little move, the ringtone on the mobile phone interrupted Pingchuanxiu's thoughts and brought him back to sobriety.

That was a message from Teacher Jing.

"I have arrived."

A few figures, concise and to the point.

He glanced at it twice, and silently replied "Okay, go out immediately", put down the pen, and put away the homework that hadn't been touched much, which was originally used to pretend.

by the table.

The phone screen was still on, and there was a message from Teacher Jing on it.

"Then I'm off."

The time was half an hour ago.

Followed by his own reply message.

Do you really want to go out?

Even in high school, Hirakawa Hideo was still a little nervous.

From my own house to Yukinoshita's house, I seem to have never done something like sneaking out in the middle of the night to play.

And with an older man of the opposite sex.

Breathing seems to be quietly faster.

No matter what, you can't back down.

After a few goodnight kisses from the suddenly playful Xuemother, Hirakawa Hideo's heart, which was seduced and agitated, has calmed down a lot.

In fact, his mood about the impatient desire to live in Teacher Jing's house at the beginning has faded a lot.

Going out now is more about fulfilling the promise, and I don't want to make Teacher Jing sad.

The bedroom door was pushed open slightly, barely making a sound.

Hirakawa Hideo quietly poked his head out from inside.

He looked around alertly.

The lights were turned off in the hall, and there was no one there, only the tables, chairs and benches remained in their original positions quietly.

Auntie is not here.

Hirakawa let out a sigh of relief.

But still a little nervous.

If things like sneaking out in the middle of the night were discovered, Auntie would inevitably sulk.

I'm sure I won't feel better either.

The heart was beating fast in the chest, and the sound of thumping could even be heard.

He swallowed.

Quietly, quietly, came out of the bedroom.

Go out the door and walk according to the predetermined route.

Outside the house, a red Aston Martin parked not far away, and Mr. Jing was standing beside him.

The bright moonlight slanted down, coupled with the incandescent street lights beside it, the red body reflected cool curves.

A figure not far away could be vaguely seen.

The long hair is fluttering, and the lights are shining.

I couldn't see that person's face clearly, so I could only vaguely identify him by his clothes.

Wearing a familiar black suit, shirt, small jacket and white coat, and the one who is still waiting here at night, it is undoubtedly Teacher Jing.

As always, he was dressed weirdly, but with a heroic temperament.

There are two people, Mr. Jing, who is like that little goblin on the Internet who tried different ways to seduce her.

If I didn't know that the account number and those legs were Teacher Jing, I'm afraid I couldn't connect the person on the Internet with the neutral person in front of me.

The evening wind gusts, whizzing up the white coat and soft hair.

approached.

You can vaguely see Teacher Qing Jing's side face.