If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

In the beginning, I called Yemi-sensei a teacher just because he is an excellent light novel writer, but now I really feel like my teacher.

It dispelled the fog that shrouded the eyes, like a shining lighthouse in the dark ocean.

She obviously looks a few years older than me, but she is so... wise and mature.

He blinked his big dark blue eyes a few times vigorously, wiped his eyes lightly with his pale, thin and strangely beautiful hands, and then stood up while leaning on the wall.

After slowing down for a few seconds, Dong Xiang slowly withdrew the hand that was supporting her body on the wall, and walked towards the bedroom unsteadily relying on her own strength.

She knew very well that her body was not harmed in any way, what prevented her from moving normally was the sense of disharmony between her spirit and body after receiving a huge mental shock.

This incongruity has now been reduced a lot, but it is far from completely eliminated.

She glanced at Ye Jian standing under the bright light in the bedroom, the handsome young man had already suppressed his short-lived gentle smile, and his lake-like pupils reflected the image of her bending her legs and walking towards him with difficulty.

Please don't help me.

Dong Xiang said softly in her heart.

But Yejian seemed to hear it, and just looked at her quietly, as if expecting her arrival.

"call……"

Sitting on the hard wooden chair with a "bang", Dong Xiang let out a long sigh of relief.

Is it time to change the chair?Butt hurts...

And sitting too hard, the skirt was a little lifted up, as if it was all gone.

But forget it.

I thought so in my heart.

Lift the heavy iron pot lid and put it aside, the hot steam has a tangy meaty aroma.

It smells so good!Just smell it and make you hungry.Thank you so much mother-in-law.

However, I can't taste it, and I just feel sick when I drink it.

What a pity...

He lowered his head in frustration, lifted most of the navy blue skirt, and the whole white, tender and slender thighs under the bright incandescent lamp made his heart tremble a little.

The pure white cotton panties at the ends of the gently raised legs protruded playfully from the short skirt.

In the end, as if nothing had happened, she stretched out her hands to tidy up the skirt, covering her thighs.

By the way, Teacher Yejian saw all of this, right?

The skinny girl didn't dare to look up to see the reaction of the blond boy.

This feeling... is it shyness?

How long has it been since I felt...

Forget it...

Stretching out an arm that was so thin that people worried whether it would be able to hold the iron pot, Dong Xiang planned to drink it down.

Although it will definitely feel disgusting and cause damage to the body, since it is the heart of the mother-in-law, it must not be let down.

Oh yes, save some for Teacher Yejian.

He will definitely find it delicious.

Then be careful not to let the spittle splash in.

"Wait."

As always, the steady voice came from above, dispelling Dong Xiang's uneasiness that he would have a bad impression of him because he disappeared in front of Ye Mi.

Looking up, the young man with narrowed eyes put one hand on his chest and turned it back and forth a few times. His wrist, as slender and weak as a princess in an old castle, shyly sticks out of the cuff, and his slender five fingers gently reach out to the iron. over the pot.

The crescent-like nail on the thumb of the other hand stroked lightly on the white and thin wrist, without any sound, the bright red blood poured into the pot like a waterfall flowing down a cliff.

Dong Xiang was stunned there, seeing the blood dripping from Teacher Ye Jian's delicate wrist under the light, which had a clear and transparent texture.

A faint smell of blood spread, but there was no smell of ordinary people.

The broth in the pot was gradually dyed a luxurious light red.

Dong Xiangjunxiu's face was still stiff due to excessive shock, but his arm subconsciously jumped out from his side to cover the wound on Ye Jian's wrist.

But he was dodged by Ye Jian with a slight shake.

At this time, Dong Xiang also observed that the wound on Ye Jian's wrist was not long, only about one centimeter, but it just cut off a blood vessel, and the thumb of the other hand was still pressing next to the wound and gently pulled the wound on the wrist. There was a crack, and the bright red inner flesh was flipped out, reflecting on the white and tender wrist like a plum blossom in the ice and snow.

My heart aches, my heart aches for this small but tragic wound.So the girl whose body was still uncoordinated stretched out her other hand to grab Ye Jian's wrist, but was easily dodged.

The hoarse voice was crying: "Mr. Yejian, what are you doing!"

Waving his hands indiscriminately to stop Ye Jian's behavior, he frowned his originally handsome eyebrows, and the eye sockets around the long eyelashes were already flushed.

Ye Jian withdrew his hand, and the thumb that had opened the wound blocked the wound, which seemed to be a special method, and the bleeding stopped instantly.

"Okay, it's okay, this amount is not as much as when ordinary people donate blood."

As usual, the flat voice could not penetrate the slightest heart.