my monster girlfriends

"As the name suggests, it's a pillow for hugging." Long Chi casually extracted relevant information from his memory, "Many human beings like to hug soft things when they are asleep, especially girls, especially those who are older than themselves. The pillow... seems to bring a sense of security?"

"Hey——" Zhu Xiurong subconsciously raised the pillow in his arms and looked at it, "Nowadays, people still have this kind of thing..."

silence.

The expression solidified.

A certain face that was printed on the soft pillow, although she hadn't known her for a long time, but she had already thought about it day and night, came into view.

At the same time... Long Chi's follow-up supplement to the pillow came.

"...In addition to these, there are also human beings who will print certain images on the pillow in proportion to their body, to satisfy their own desire to 'hold a certain opposite sex that it is almost impossible for them to hug themselves'..."

After reading this sentence, Lord Yaohuang summed it up:

"It fits your situation well!"

Then, Zhu Xiurong's coquettish drinks followed one after another.

"...It doesn't fit!"

Maybe the reply is too loud.

He was quite short of breath, and his face was red.

Long Chi folded his hands on his chest, graceful and luxurious: "Then do you want it?"

silence……

"I, I, I..." Her Royal Highness said "I" for a long time, blushing, "This kind of thing... can't be given to you anyway!"

"Uh, I'm not even interested if you give it to me..."

Before Long Chi could finish speaking, there was already a righteous sentence here:

"So I confiscated it!"

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Time, move back to the present.

Repeat again... Zhu Xiurong was very happy when Bai Yin came.

But when the other party put their eyes on the pillow... She suddenly felt that what surprises bring may not only be joy.

The famous work "White Album" tells us that when two equally joyful things collide, it is likely to produce some physiologically painful results.

This feeling is as if you used a certain virtual idol’s derivative work on a website that could not pass the review last night, and did something that all teenagers would do. Today, the cousin who flipped through your mobile phone said : "Hey, do you know, I've been a virtual idol recently~" and at the same time said the name you are deeply obsessed with, and then... clicked on your browsing history.

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This sentence, on others, may be just a joke.

But here is Zhu Xiurong... If Bai Yin saw that pillow, she might really jump from the window.

and so.

The moment before Bai Yin was about to see the pillow that seemed familiar for some reason.

A certain figure, at a speed comparable to "turn off the computer and go to bed and pretend to sleep when the door is opened downstairs", blocked Bai Yin's sight with a "swish".

At the same time, she covered her lips with her hand, and the color of joy was reflected in her pupils.

"Brother Bai!"

It is a sincere call.

Of course it is sincere.

Happy is really happy.

Scared, really scared...

"Forehead."

Startled by the sudden enthusiasm, Bai Yin subconsciously replied, "I'm here."

Pause, "Long time no see."

"...Yes." Zhu Xiurong tilted her head, her eyes sparkling, "Okay (prolonged tone) Long time no see."

...Hiss, why does this sound like resentment?

For his own safety, Bai Yin did not dare to say these words...

Fortunately, he can speak eloquently, and he has experienced contingencies. People in the world call him the "Little Prince of Atmosphere", and he is so much higher than the so-called "King of Atmosphere". Praise for the layout, start the topic.

If you just think about it, you will know that this room must have been arranged by Long Chi, and it is Zhu Xiurong's bedroom. If you praise the layout casually, it is tantamount to complimenting the two of them... Few people don't like to be praised. Isn't it opened?

After thinking about this, he decided... to take a closer look at the room first.

Complimenting also requires skill. For example, if you praise the room layout is good, you must at least make an action of "I have observed it carefully", otherwise, you have not seen it before you come up. Just say this, so courteous that you will meet your mother-in-law with your son-in-law It's like...but it's easy to backfire.

Of course...

"... Xiurong."

"Ah."

"I want to see your room."

"Okay."

"So..." Bai Yin's eyes twitched slightly, "Why are you blocking me?"

Yes.

For some reason, every time he turned his eyes, a certain little princess always seemed to be stuck in his eyes. Wherever his eyes moved, she moved there...

"Have it?"

The princess didn't look sideways.

Well, here's the thing...

The so-called "sense of substitution" is very important when reading novels and comics.

And there is such a kind of person in the world... When he reads novels, he likes to use document tools to directly replace the protagonist's name with his own name.

There is nothing to criticize. People spend money to buy the electronic version. You can view it however you want, and no one else can control it.

Is Zhu Xiurong this kind of person?

No.

But Long Chi thinks she is.

So... In the spirit of "just this one family", the demon king replaced the name in the girl comic that Zhu Xiurong was reading recently... As for how to replace it, and in what format, You can definitely guess it.

Don't ask, asking is making a false statement come true.

Zhu Xiurong felt that if Bai Yin was allowed to read those cartoons, she could crash to death in front of the bed, really.

Because of the actions of the little princess, Bai Yin had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​looking at the room, and turned his attention to herself.

Forget it, just take a closer look...the problem will be big.

You may have forgotten what Zhu Xiurong was wearing in the previous chapter, so here is a detailed explanation: Zhu Xiurong at this time is only wearing a light pink pajamas, the fabric is light and fluffy.

At this time, his upper body leaned back slightly, his long black hair hung on his shoulders, and his lower body only had a pair of very short shorts. Mellow as snow, delicate as jade.

Noticing Bai Yin's gaze, she couldn't help shrinking her shoulders, her knees were slightly tensed, her toes were also bent, and a ruby-like color could not help oozing from her face.

But after that, she thought of something again, and she quickly raised her chest to cover Bai Yin's sight behind her—pretty predictably, the figure that can make Miao Wuwu cry, is that the fluffy pajamas are exposed like a navel dress the taste of.

Under such a strange situation, the air slowly calmed down, and there was a certain pink, ambiguous atmosphere, gradually rising...

It’s You, It’s You: 21st Birthday Essays—Mantras After Drinking

I didn't plan to write this article.

Last night, it was eleven o'clock when I got home. If it had been a year or two ago, I might have tapped the keyboard in the dark, but now, although there are no obvious symptoms, the essence is still stubborn.

If you can stay up late, don't stay up.

As for writing after the day after your birthday... Essays, use a momentary state of mind to write about momentary joys and sorrows, wait for a big dream, and the next day will be an ordinary day, so where is the passion to write?

But today, the day after my birthday, I am still going to write such an article.

Because Miss Yu was drunk last night.

Spit people a level of drunk.

The kind that really vomits all over.

My New Year's Eve clothes are still outside the window without washing.

Whether you can still wear it in the future depends on whether its material will have a chemical reaction with alcohol that I, a liberal arts student, don't understand.

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As I said before, I will never touch alcohol at any time.

Because judging by the few times I've been drunk, I'm not a good drinker myself.

And that kind of bad wine may hurt some people...

As I said before, never be an asshole who only makes girls compromise.

So, isn't it just the 21st birthday?I didn’t even drink on my birthday, how many sips are worth celebrating at the age of 21?

Besides, as far as I understand, after becoming an adult, the "birthday" basically doesn't belong to me.

It can be a reason for entertainment, a way to maintain friendship with classmates, a way to talk about certain interests, or something else... only one or two, in your cognition, any interest, any entertainment , People who can't be surpassed go out alone and celebrate a little, which can be called "birthday".

Yesterday at noon, I went to dinner with one or two old classmates. We were one of the few good brothers. We chatted, ate, played cards (Three Kingdoms Kill), went to the Internet cafe, and had a good time as a man.

Oh yes, one of the brothers gave me a big mouse pad with a Rin Tohsaka printed on it, nightclub style, the sexiness is between those who can pass the trial and cannot pass the trial, I won’t describe it here... Anyway I will not use it if I am killed.

Although I don't know if he can see it personally, but here, I officially thank you and your family.If you read this sentence yourself, then this article should be over when you read it here, and the following is not what you should read.

That's the end of the boring men's talk, and then the dinner after that.

A separate dinner with Ms. Yuyu.

I spent the Chinese New Year in a small county town, and the place is very remote, like some special couples in big cities, as far as I know, there is no one.

It's a bit upscale. I know the owner of the shop. I should call him Uncle. You can definitely make a reservation, but...there seems to be officials, merchants, businessmen and cooperation, and the private rooms are very large. , the two of us are obviously inappropriate;

But let’s sit outside - there are a group of uncles sitting next to us, asking us to talk about some ambiguous whispers exclusive to couples...

...What kind of punishment game is this damned?

In the end, I finally found a place in a corner where I couldn’t tell the difference between a nightclub, a bar, or a coffee shop. According to my friends, it seemed very literary and quiet, and it was quite suitable for people like me to celebrate my birthday.

"Wait, what do you mean by my kind?"

"On the surface, she is serious and reliable, but she has dozens of dirty jokes on her mind, but she has to express it in a literary way. Let me call it Wensao... isn't it?"

"Hiss... yes."

"Fuck - why did you hit me?"

"I beat you because I was right!"

I was introduced by a friend, so I reserved a seat by phone, and it was the first time I actually went... When I walked to the door with Ms. Yu at around four or five o'clock yesterday afternoon, my first thought was: that The grandson wants to cheat me.

why?

When we went, there was almost no one in the store (which fits the word quiet), and a few waiters gathered in a place like a bar, some of them were bored playing with their mobile phones, and some were chatting quietly, maybe about cosmetics or something ...

Yes, some friends should have noticed the point - talk about cosmetics.

Do serious men talk about cosmetics?

That's right.

So it's not a man inside, and it's not very formally dressed—in short, it's similar to Miss Rin's outfit on the mouse pad that my classmate gave me.

I was so cold for them.

Some friends should have noticed another important point - when "we" went.

Yes, at that time, I took Miss Yu with me.