The Yukinoshita family wants me to confess

The liquid in the mouth can no longer tell whose saliva it is.

Mother Xue let out a long sigh of relief, the tongue kiss for so long just now almost made her suffocate.

She lay powerlessly on the bed, letting Hirakawa on her body act recklessly on her buttocks, she didn't even want to pretend to resist.

My mind is dizzy.

Close your eyes and don't think about anything.

Just wanted to end it quickly.

But those hands were just rubbing, and they didn't do anything else for a long time.

This made her feel a little uncomfortable.

In the blinding bedroom, only two people were breathing rapidly.

Snowmother's nightgown has been ravaged into disrepair, the suspenders fell down, and the lower skirt was lifted up to the waist, which couldn't cover anything at all, but there was a piece of cloth hanging on her body, which was more beautiful than nothing. for temptation.

It's just that all of this is hidden in the darkness, and Hirakawa Hideo cannot see it.

Being pulled down to the calf, it made her feel a little uncomfortable with her legs clamped.

Xuemu quietly rubbed her leg with her foot, pulled it down, and it was still hanging on one leg, stopping at the ankle, but it was much more comfortable than pulling both legs.

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Chapter 120 Daily life (edited)

It's already dawn.

The blue sky outside the window was clear and clear, and the bright sunlight came in from the closed transparent window, illuminating the whole room, and the curtains were lazily drawn aside.

The air conditioner was not turned off, but when the temperature was constant, it seldom operated, and it only operated with a low sound from time to time.

The sun is hot outside, but it is still cold inside.

Ping Chuanxiu was lying on the bed, covered with a thick quilt, and the aroma on the quilt was very familiar.

The bright sunlight slanted in, but the room was very cold, giving people a lazy feeling.

Ping Chuanxiu still had his left hand on his forehead, his eyes were wide open, and his expression was a little shocked.

Memories flooded in like a tide, but stayed in the last place.

In the pitch-black bedroom, there was no sound around, and even the air conditioner became very quiet.

And he put his aunt under him.

Hands were still clutching her buttocks.

While kissing my aunt, she moved restlessly.

In the end, it seemed to lift up the aunt's skirt.

And then.

It is intense exercise.

Lying on the bed by himself, he became a little weak afterwards, and fell into a deep sleep.

Last night, did I finally go in by myself...

Hirakawa Hideo thought about this question very seriously.

Now he only remembers the feeling of rubbing his aunt's buttocks before doing it, and the relief after finally releasing it.

The process has all but been forgotten.

I only remember my aunt's panting in the dark and her suppressed moaning.

And the last long moan that leaked from the crack of his lips.

The aunt stood upright, covered her mouth with her hands, and tilted her head from time to time, not knowing whether she was refusing or unable to bear it.

I can't remember exactly what happened in the middle, but I vaguely seem to remember that I also took it off.

Probably didn't go in.

Hirakawa Hideo tried to think on the bright side.

But the appearance of the aunt in memory does not look like she didn't go in at all.

And those reactions of his own are obviously done.

Did it go in...

Hirakawa frowned.

But he just dismissed the idea after a little thought.

Impossible to get in.

Are you really so bold that you dare to do that kind of thing?

Ping Chuanxiu already had the answer in her heart, but she still wanted to find out as much evidence as possible.

If this really goes in, it's over.

It was too much to do it a few times when I was drunk a few days ago, and I still did that kind of thing when I was sober last night, it can't be explained at all.

He felt a little uneasy.

It can be said that everything he has now is given to him by his aunt.

If my aunt gets angry, my day will be over.

Speaking of which... where's Auntie?

Thinking in this way, Hideo Hirakawa realized that he was the only one lying on his aunt's bed, with the smell of his aunt still permeating the tip of his nose. I don't know if it was the scent left by his aunt sleeping here these days, or his own illusion.

But it seems that the sheets have been changed, unlike last night.

There was only one quilt left on the bed, and the thin quilt that the aunt had covered had disappeared.

Could it be that the aunt changed after she fell asleep?

Ping Chuanxiu thought silently in her heart, and looked down, and sure enough, her clothes had also changed, and she was only wearing a pair of shorts.

It seemed that after falling asleep, a pair of soft hands were indeed walking on my body. I thought I was having a erotic dream. Now that I think about it, it should be my aunt who is helping me to wipe my body...

Hirakawa Hideo vaguely remembered what happened after she fell asleep, as if she had said some weird sleep talk, and I don't know if my aunt heard it.

He got up and got out of bed, there was a neatly folded shirt on the bedside table, the one he took off seemed to have been washed by his aunt together with the one he was wearing.

Just after getting dressed, the well-dressed Snow Mother suddenly pushed the door open, holding a small plate with two cups of milk and a few slices of bread on it.

Putting the plate on the bedside table, Xuemu closed the door again, walked slowly to Ping Chuanxiu and sat down.

Hirakawa Hideo glanced at where her aunt was sitting, her plump buttocks were pressed against the edge of the bed, her eyelids twitched suddenly and she didn't dare to look any further, and looked away.

Sweaty hands.

My mind is full of what happened yesterday.

Unlike last night when he was driven by desire and lost his mind, now he is sober.

He now understands what he did last night.

How can this situation be rounded back...

Mother Xue didn't know the little Jiujiu in Ping Chuanxiu's heart, her expression was as usual, her soft face was as calm as water, completely different from the expression that was prone to flushing after the lights were turned off last night.

During the day, my aunt was wearing a simple and elegant kimono as usual, but today's makeup was a little more delicate. I don't know what kind of lipstick was on the lips on the small mouth. It was a bit gorgeous, and her face was rosy, not as pale as before.

"Did you wash up?"

Just as she sat down, she seemed to remember something again. She got up and fiddled with the plate, and put the tableware that had changed due to the movement back to its original position, while asking.

The voice is, as always, melodious and pleasant, but with little emotion.

"Just woke up, not yet."

Ping Chuanxiu always paid attention to her aunt's demeanor, and was relieved to see that her behavior and expression were not unusual.

But still a little apprehensive.

After all, after doing that kind of thing, although the aunt does not show it, it is inevitable that there will be no resentment in her heart.

Make a good show today...

Ping Chuanxiu thought so, but he couldn't seem to find a place where he could help.

On weekdays, it seems that all the work is done by Yamashita Tomoki or Yono-san...

"Ah, wait, what time is it?"

Thinking about it in his heart, Xiucai Pingchuan realized that the sunshine outside the window was unbelievably bright, and it didn't look like it was in the morning at all.

"Ten twenty-eight."

Xuemu glanced at the watch next to her, and said calmly, the time was accurate to the minute, not just looking at the time like Hirakawa Hideo.

She glanced at Ping Chuanxiu, and couldn't help smiling when she saw his pale face.

"Today is Saturday, you don't have to go to class, don't worry. Go wash up quickly, eat some breakfast to replenish your body, and don't starve to death."

Xuemu sat back again, pushed him gently, and signaled him to wash up quickly.

After speaking, a strange smile appeared on his face, as if he had thought of something strange.

The originally calm face also quietly covered with a layer of pink, and the skin became white and rosy.

If only the boy knew a little more moderation.

She put her hands on her waist, her eyes flickered slightly, and there was a shy expression on her face that shouldn't appear on her face.

"Ah."

Hirakawa Hideo didn't think much, and got up to wash up.

He was indeed a little hungry.

I don't know what's going on, but I'm much hungry this morning than usual.

after awhile.

"Auntie, don't you have to go to work?"

Ping Chuanxiu looked at the glass full of milk in his hand, feeling a little greasy. He had already drank a lot just now, but his aunt said that in order for him to grow and nourish his body, he must be forced to drink more.

But there is no point in this full cup.

He asked with doubts in his heart. Although it was really strange that Auntie asked why she didn't go to work, Hideo Hirakawa rarely asked about Auntie's affairs. After all, in his opinion, Auntie had her own considerations. Taking the opportunity to slow down, I don't want to drink anymore.

Replenishing the body is not like this.

If you drink so much in a row, you will vomit.

"Zhixi took you Yangnai sister to see the floor. There is news from the councilor that a new road may be opened to the next county recently. The land in the center is expected to become popular. We have already bought it through some means. Now, let Zhixi take Yang Nao to see what to do in that field this time."

When it came to work, Mother Xue babbled a lot.

But the core seems to be one point. Auntie probably took this opportunity to test the talents of Yang Nao, so she stayed at home and let Tomoki Yamashita lead the team.

In fact, I was still a little suspicious. Tomoki Yamashita went out with Yango, and the aunt could go to work by herself, but Hirakawa Hideo didn't continue to ask.

He quietly put down the cup, and walked towards the door as if he suddenly remembered it.

"Speaking of which, it seems that Teacher Jing left a lot of homework and I haven't done it yet. I'm going to read the book first, Auntie."

Ping Chuanxiu walked forward quickly, and said as if suddenly enlightened.

"and many more."

But he didn't take two steps.

Auntie's voice suddenly came from behind, melodious as always, but in Ping Chuanxiu's ears, there was a hint of death.

"Let's go after drinking."

Xuemu seems to be obsessed with Hirakawa Hidebu's body.

She walked to Ping Chuanxiu with light and elegant steps, and lazily stretched out her hand to hand the cup in front of him.

The cup was handed to the eyes, and the milky white milk inside was rippling due to fluctuations.