If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

Silently reciting the incantation of psychological hints, he took his attention away from the senses of his body. Ye Jian stretched his hands behind his head and picked out the fringed blond hair from the wide neckline with the back of his hands, and then lowered his eyes and looked at himself wearing a sleeping bag. skirt effect.

Well, the collarbone is nice and the bumps aren't noticeable.

Perfect!

And looking at him face to face, Liu Mei thought:

Ye Jian's little bump on her chest is so cute!

She subconsciously looked down at herself again.

Sure enough, as always, there are no bumps at all...

When will I grow into a bump on my chest like my mother and the night before me...

But in my impression, my mother's usual prominence is not as obvious as Ye Jian now, I don't quite understand it.

Probably the difference between yellow and white people.

Peach-colored thoughts were flying in her mind, but the young Bingmei looked down at Ye Jian, who was wearing a nightdress, and lightly tapped her chin: "It's very suitable."

On the other side, Ye Jian also concealed the comfort of making his kitten scratch his heart, and his emerald green eyes were still as quiet as a lake: "Really, thank you."

The blonde beauty in a pale pink nightdress twisted her back back and forth, the patterned skirt slowly dancing in the air like a butterfly, the shoulder strap on one side slipped quietly, and the delicious little cheese was exposed Half of a white flower.

The behavior of her daughter's family had a huge impact on Liu Mei, who was accustomed to seeing the heroic image in the past. The sweetheart like a beautiful girl in front of her was like a giant hammer hitting her small heart.

The appointed husband is cuter than me, what should I do?Wait online!

#Then you can be your husband and let TA be your wife.#

The split-like conversation appeared in a pale pink mind, and the saliva in her mouth became a little sweet, and the little girl shook her head vigorously to throw the unknown thoughts out.

What am I thinking about, what a husband or something, is there such a desire hidden deep in my heart?

There was a vague door that squeezed out the light with a "click".

As if to cover up, Liu Mei stretched her neck and asked a small question like a bird: "Old... Ye see, your hair still has some water droplets. Let me blow it for you with a hairdryer."

What the hell is it?

In the heart of the question, I made an irresponsible judgment like "It's probably a mouth scoop." At night, I saw the smooth five fingers buried in the ear side of the hair and gently stroked it, and pinched it very femininely. The shoulder straps that slipped lazily put it back on Xiang's shoulders, but the cold voice remained unchanged: "Huh? Okay, trouble."

"Not so polite."

In response to a small voice, Liu Mei ran to the European-style locker aside, and took out a small hair dryer from the drawer.

"Sit down on the sofa."

Little finger pointed to the corner of the big sofa.

"Ah."

A submissive response, the exposed toes rose gently with the movement, and the footsteps stepped out, graceful steps wrapped in a light air flow.

The skimpy nightdress clung to her chest with air resistance, while the backside fluttered in all directions.

huh...this kind of transparency...

The silky nightdress didn't have the sense of security wrapped in clothes at all. Instead, it caught the wind while walking, constantly blowing the sensitive skin below it, and the pores all over the body were stimulated to the point of subconsciously wanting one. The trembling was closed, but I couldn't bear to lose this feeling, so I tried to suppress my instinct, so that the pores kept breathing in the refreshing air.

It's more refreshing than being naked, the feeling of letting go of myself...

Ye Jian suddenly felt that his trip was not in vain. It turned out that even in ordinary life, he could enjoy such a refreshing sense.

It was as if a hand pushed out the crack of the door and peered into the forbidden beauty.

No wonder Tsurumi and her mother have been wearing nightdresses without underwear.

Be taught!

Ye Jian sat on the sofa slantingly on the sofa with her hands lightly stroked her skirt, and nodded lightly to Rumi who had her back turned.

Liu Mei knowingly turned on the hair dryer, and the air gushed out with a "woo" sound.

The little hand reached out to the air vent to test the temperature, and only after confirming that it was suitable, rushed it to the full head of blond hair.

Xiao Liumei stood on the floor and was about the same height as Ye Jian who was sitting on the sofa, holding the hair dryer was easy.She adjusted the position of the hot wind with one hand and reached into the gorgeous blonde hair with the other hand and gently lifted the layers of hair.

Hands that looked a little fleshy because of their small size shuttled through the soft hair, palms rubbed the clean and warm scalp from time to time, and a faint blush flashed on Liu Mei's expressionless face.

She always felt that such a move was more intimate than lying in Ye Jian's arms.

"...so skilled."

Eyelids were lightly retracted, and Ye Jian, who squinted, felt the warm wind blowing from the back of his head and his little hands that touched him from time to time.

"Well, because I often blow my mother's hair."

The small nasal sound seemed to be drowned in the whistling sound of the hair dryer, but it was easily captured by Ye Jian, and he tasted the tenderness in his heart.

"Really, it's really good..."

After taking a shower together, mother and daughter help each other blow dry their hair or something. Thinking about it makes me feel warm.

Do you recall having such interactions with your parents in the past?

I can't remember clearly, the memory of the past is a bit vague, like those things that were completely careless when they were done, and they were quickly forgotten.