The Yukinoshita family wants me to confess

The rain has stopped, but the humidity is pervasive, and the breath is only cool.

Sayuri's house.

In the huge living room.

Ying Lili was holding a comic in her hand, she looked down at it intently, but raised her head from time to time to look at Sayuri who was not far away.

Not far from her, Sayuri was sitting nearby, holding a mobile phone in both hands, as if in a daze.

Sayuri didn't notice that her situation had attracted her daughter's attention, and she was still thinking about things that seemed to have passed for a long time.

She was lying in bed then.

The hair is loose, not short or long, spread around the face.

The delicate boy lay on top of himself.

His hands were propped up beside his waist, and there was still a distance between his body and his own body, and he hadn't fully touched it.

Warm breath.

There are only two heartbeats in the room.

It rained that day.

His short hair was wet.

"Mom, I'm going back to bed."

Ying Lili closed the manga and said to Sayuri not far away.

"Ah, well, good night."

The absent-minded Sayuri woke up after hearing the words, and replied to Ying Lili with a smile.

The smartphone in his hand is also placed behind his back.

"Good night."

Ying Lili stood up and walked to the room.

In fact, she was not sleepy, and she just said that because she saw her mother's expression, she unconsciously became angry, and then she wanted to do something to attract her mother's attention.

Indeed it was a success.

Mom's contemplation seemed to be interrupted.

Just doing this, it seems more difficult to know what mother is thinking.

Ying Lili lay on the bed in the bedroom and sighed.

If she hadn't secretly checked Sayuri's cell phone in the drawer while her mother was away, Ying Lili would have wondered if she would have another father.

In the past two days, she was always in a daze with that mobile phone alone, not knowing what she was thinking.

And the other side.

The bedroom door was gently pushed open, and Yang Nai walked in.

Hirakawa Hideo was sitting at the desk reading a book.

This is Kawabata Yasunari's "Snow Country", the plot is not fascinating, but the text is so beautiful and sad that people are addicted to it.

"Are you reading a book?"

Yang Nai sat on the edge of the bed in a very ladylike posture.

"Well, isn't that obvious?"

Hirakawa Hideo didn't look back, but still lowered her head, and replied while reading.

He happened to see the stage where Shimamura and the heroine were progressing in the story, and he didn't want to be distracted.

"Sure enough. Which book are you reading?"

Yang Nai put on a look of surprise, but Hirakawa Hideo didn't look over.

"Snow Country, Kawabata Yasunari's."

Hirakawa Hideo said without looking back.

"It's rare. I thought Xiu would only read this kind of pornographic comics. When I first came in, I saw you looking down at something. I thought you couldn't bear it before we went to sleep. Stop doing that sort of thing."

Yang Nai was secretly paying attention to his expression while talking teasing Hirakawa Hideo.

Hirakawa Hideo's attention was distracted by her words, and her reading expression gradually became a little inattentive.

As his wish came true, the corners of Yang Nai's mouth rose slightly.

"What's the matter with you?"

Hirakawa Hideo gave up her decision to continue reading, closed the book, and asked Yang Nai.

Anyway, there are still two days left on the weekend, and it is okay to read the books that Teacher Jing arranged to read later.

"Tonight, why don't you go to the living room to sleep."

Yang Nai pursed her lips, suppressing a smile.

"Aren't you going back to bed tonight?"

Ping Chuanxiu asked subconsciously.

"It's already so late, besides, what good is going back to sleep alone, mom is not here, you are not here, neither is Xue Nai, it is empty."

Yang Nai lay down on the bed while talking.

Hideo Hirakawa clicked on the phone.

It was only early nine o'clock.

"It's only after nine o'clock."

Hirakawa Hideo pointed the phone at Xiang Yangnao.

"My sister has been working all day, so she is already tired."

Yang Nai got into bed, only showing a small head.

The rain has just stopped and the weather is still a little cool.

"But don't we still have a room? You can sleep after tidying up."

Ping Chuanxiu suddenly remembered that this house does not only have two bedrooms.

"That room is used to store sundries, and you haven't tidied it up since you moved here."

Yang Nai had already closed his eyes, as if he was sleeping, with a comfortable expression on his face.

"Okay, I'll go to sleep on the sofa."

Hirakawa Hideo compromised.

He put the book away, got up and walked over.

"Huh? What are you going to do?"

Yang Nai opened his eyes, hugged the quilt and looked at him warily.

"Quilt."

Hirakawa Hideo pointed to the quilt.

"You take another one."

Yang Nai hugged the quilt tightly, unwilling to let go, she was already warmed up.

"Didn't you even bring the quilt?"

Ping Chuanxiu was a little helpless.

"No. It was a temporary idea, how could I be so thoughtful."

Yang Nai didn't seem guilty.

Seeing that Ping Chuanxiu wasn't paying attention to her, she relaxed.

Slumped comfortably on the bed.

"You also said that I am willful, and you are also willful, okay?"

Ping Chuanxiu went to the closet to check if there were any extra quilts brought over. The move was too hasty, and he didn't bring many things over.

"Arbitrariness is an adult's right."

Yang Nai closed his eyes and said.

Originally, I just wanted to lie on the bed and pretend, but maybe I was really tired, so I really wanted to just fall asleep like this.

"I'll go to my aunt and ask if there are any more quilts. You can go to sleep first."

Hirakawa Hideo looked through the closet, but still couldn't find any extra quilts.

"Good night."

Yang Nai lay on the bed, closed his eyes and said comfortably.

"Good night."

After all, Hirakawa Hideo walked out.

There was no one in the living room.

Auntie probably hasn't fallen asleep yet.

It's only past nine o'clock, and it's not time for auntie to go to bed.

Thinking of this, he walked towards Mother Xue's room.

"Dong dong dong."

Hirakawa Hideo knocked on the door.

"The door is unlocked, come in."

Auntie's voice came from behind the door.

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"The door is unlocked, come in."

Auntie's voice came from behind the door.

The voice is as melodious and melodious as ever, and it has a special charm in the wet night.

"Then I'm in."

Hirakawa Hideo said to the back of the door, then gently opened the door and walked in.

"Auntie, how many quilts do you have here? Sister Yang Nai wants to sleep in my place, I have no place to sleep, so I have to take the quilt to sleep in the miscellaneous room."

Standing by the cabinet, Ping Chuanxiu asked Snowmother by the window.

He originally wanted to open the cabinet directly to look for it, but after thinking about it for a while, he was afraid of seeing something he shouldn't have seen, so he withdrew his hand that was about to open the cabinet.

While speaking, his eyes dodged, he was a little embarrassed to see his aunt, but he couldn't help but sneak a few glances.

Today's aunt is very rare wearing a nightdress. The skirt is short and goes up a lot above the knees, covering the roots of the thighs, but still revealing a lot of fair skin on the thighs.

She turned sideways to Hirakawa Hideo and looked up at the sky, leaving him with a delicate side face and a soft bun.

The plump buttocks propped up the soft nightdress in a seductive arc.

This is indeed too rare. You must know that the aunt does not wear anything other than a kimono. Even when she is sleeping, she is asleep. This is the first time he has seen her wearing such clothes.

Did sister Yang Nai buy it?

In fact, this nightdress is very tempting, but it doesn't match Xuemu's temperament, and the color and pattern are obviously not her dressing style.

But to Ping Chuanxiu, the aunt in this dress is still a bit fresh and has a different kind of temptation.

"Quilt?"

Mother Xue turned around when she heard the words, her soft and usually flat face seemed to have a thoughtful expression.

She walked slowly towards this side, with a graceful posture, behind her was the open window and the dark sky.

"There seems to be a bed here, but it's prepared for autumn and winter. It's a bit thick. Zhixi said she moved it here."