The Yukinoshita family wants me to confess

While talking, Xuemu opened the closet and tiptoed to take off the quilt on it.

There was not much expression on that unbelievably young, elegant and soft face.

She is clearly the woman who is in charge of the power and lifeline of the entire family, but her voice is melodious and melodious.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that Auntie usually has such a serious expression.

As the toes stand on tiptoes and the body swings, the hem of the skirt also rises and falls slightly.

Hideo Hirakawa glanced involuntarily, saw the outline of the buttocks under the soft nightdress and quickly looked away, her cheeks became slightly warm.

Very strange.

A small gesture from Auntie can make his heart flutter.

"Thank you, auntie, then I'll take the quilt and go to sleep."

Seeing Mother Xue coming over with the quilt in her arms, Ping Chuanxiu hurried forward to take it.

He stood where he was, and said to Xuemu who was wearing only a nightgown, and he didn't know where to look when he spoke.

I always feel like I'm here at the wrong time.

Hirakawa Hideo turned her gaze to the door, feeling awkward in her heart, struggling between wanting to look but not daring to look.

After finally finishing speaking, he wanted to turn around and leave.

If he stayed any longer, he might make some jokes.

Thinking of this, he quickened his pace.

"and many more."

But before he could take a few steps, Xuemu stopped him.

"Ah, what's wrong?"

Hirakawa Hideo stopped.

Some turned around stiffly and asked.

"Has Yang Nai already fallen asleep?"

Mother Xue stepped forward and asked Ping Chuanxiu who was standing there holding the quilt.

The quilt in his arms covered most of his sight, and Ping Chuanxiu could only see Xuemu's upper body, which reassured him a lot.

Although the elegant and beautiful face and the snow-white neck were a little seductive, they were obviously not as good as the legs and buttocks that made him uncontrollable.

He can still control it to this extent.

"Well, Sister Yang Nai seems to be a little tired today. When I came here, she was already lying on the bed and fell asleep. Auntie, do you have anything to say to Sister Yang Nai? If it passes now, maybe she hasn't fallen asleep yet. .”

Hideo Hirakawa hugged the quilt and said.

This quilt looks thick, but it's not heavy, and it's light and effortless to hold.

"No, it's fine. You said you were going to sleep in the utility room?"

While speaking, Xuemu's eyes wandered between the floor and the bed, her gentle face was expressionless, making people wonder what she was thinking.

"Well, the sofa is still a bit small, and it's a little uncomfortable. Isn't there a small bed in that room? Although it's a bit small, it's better to sleep there than to sleep on the sofa."

Hirakawa Hideo didn't think too much, and said what was in his heart.

The sofa in this house is narrow and short. Sleeping on it is not only a kind of damage to the waist and spine, but also a kind of torture to the spirit.

"That room...it seems like it hasn't been cleaned. It's full of dust. Not to mention how long it will take to clean it up. It hasn't been opened for such a long time. The room must be stuffy and hot, and the air is too good."

Maybe it was because there were no people around at night, or maybe it was because the person in front of me was Hirakawa Hideo, and Xuemu's voice was a little softer than during the day.

Not as harsh as usual, not as domineering as usual.

Although it still sounds like that without emotion, it makes people feel a lot more at ease.

"Well... That's right, then, I'll sleep on the sofa. I'll make do with it tonight, and I'll find time tomorrow to clean that room."

Hirakawa Hideo also thought it made sense.

Xuemu blinked.

"Then I'll go to bed first, auntie, good night."

Hirakawa Hideo finished speaking, ready to leave.

Although the quilt is not heavy, it is still a bit awkward to hold it all the time.

But before he could take a few steps, the voice behind him made him stop involuntarily.

"Xiu, do you want to sleep with me tonight?"

A melodious voice came from behind, which was pleasant to the ear.

Those words, at night, under the warm light, looked extraordinarily charming and ambiguous.

The memory of that night reappeared in front of my eyes again, accompanied by the heavy panting in the darkness.

Ping Chuanxiu hugged the quilt and froze in place.

There was only one sentence left in his mind.

"Xiu, do you want to sleep with me tonight?"

Chapter 110 Transition

"Gollum."

Hirakawa Hideo swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Auntie, what do you mean?"

Hirakawa Hideo hugged the quilt and turned around, blushing and stammering.

It's hard not to think wrong.

Especially the night before yesterday, when he had a skin-to-skin relationship with his aunt.

Although after that night, the aunt behaved as usual, but after all, it is also a fact that we have been together.

It was hard not to think about that.

In the dark room at night, my aunt's tired breathing echoed in my ears.

That feeling he will never forget.

But soon.

Hirakawa Hideo reacted.

Those pictures only stayed in my mind for a moment, and then dissipated like a bubble phantom.

He is very clear about his aunt's temperament, dignified and generous, but very conservative, it is impossible for her to do such a thing.

He held back his restless heart.

Try not to let yourself think too much.

"My bed is not too small. It should be no problem for two people to sleep together."

Before he calmed down, Xuemu's short words made his heart restless again.

Ping Chuanxiu's eyelids twitched, he wondered if he was hallucinating.

Really mean that?

Did I hear you right...

"You mean we sleep in the same bed?"

Hirakawa Hideo swallowed, and asked again with some uncertainty.

Warm-colored lights dimmed and dimmed.

Mother Xue was wearing a somewhat revealing nightdress, and the hem only covered the bottom of her thighs.

The white thighs that were almost never exposed were a bit dazzling.

Ping Chuanxiu glanced quietly, but he couldn't see the buttocks from this direction, only a faint outline, which made him a little disappointed.

There was no expression on the soft face.

A pair of Danfeng eyes are wide open, with firm and confident eyes.

Standing posture is also correct as always, with impeccable etiquette like a lady.

It was as if there was nothing noteworthy about her words.

"Any questions?"

Xuemu blinked and asked back.

When she said this, she moved a little closer, her eyes became brighter, and there seemed to be a faint smile on her face.

"Ah, no, no, it's just me..."

Ping Chuanxiu felt a little embarrassed being stared at by Snow Mother.

Reason told him that he should find some reason to refuse, but the inexplicable expectation in his heart did not allow him to do so.

"Just what? Could it be that... Xiu dislikes Auntie? She was clearly pestering her to sleep with Auntie before."

Mother Xue blinked again, and moved a little closer again, so close that Ping Chuanxiu could faintly smell her fragrance from the tip of her nose.

Under such an expression, those originally sharp Danfeng eyes also looked soft and pretty.

"That was a long time ago."

Perhaps because of the warm lighting, Ping Chuanxiu didn't notice that there was a layer of light pink on Xuemu's snow-white neck, and her heart was actually not as calm as it seemed on the surface.

"But, no matter how much time has passed, I'm still your aunt. What's the point of sleeping together?"

Mother Xue patted Ping Chuanxiu's head lightly, with a smile in her eyes.

She acted as if it was really just the elders' love for the younger generation.

That look doesn't seem to care what happens when two people sleep together, and it seems that they don't think about the relationship between men and women at all.

Hirakawa Hideo couldn't figure out her thoughts.

"But...but..."

Hirakawa Hideo opened his mouth, and originally wanted to say that he had grown up and could no longer do this, but the words got out of his mouth.

He didn't want to admit that he was actually looking forward to it.

Inner moral shame is at work.

Chapter 110 Transition (Supplementary)

The night after the rain was extraordinarily quiet.

The road in Bianye is still wet, reflecting the light from the street lamps, it is oily and shiny.

There was humidity in the air, and it was icy cold when it touched the skin.

The lights in the bedroom had been turned off, and it was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers.

The windows were closed to keep moths and bugs out.

The curtains were hung on both sides and were not drawn, but the sky outside the window was extremely dark, and it was far away from the street lamps, so there was no light shining in.

Hirakawa Hideo lay motionless on the bed, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.

But the ups and downs of breathing and the slight movement of his hands from time to time revealed his uneasiness.

Unexpectedly, I still lay down...

Ping Chuanxiu's heart was full of strange feelings, a little nervous, but also a little expectant.

In order to avoid suspicion, he did not sleep on the same quilt with his aunt, but slept on different quilts.

But even so, Xuemu's body was very close, and the familiar refreshing fragrance came from the tip of her nose from time to time.

It was the smell from Snow Mother, a mixture of body fragrance and perfume.

This smell is not as strong and pungent as some girls', but exudes a soft floral fragrance, not too strong, but stays on the tip of the nose for a long time.

He thinks this smell is very good, and this smell mixed with body odor and perfume is inexplicably easy to stimulate some desire in him.