If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

But it doesn't matter, I still have Tono.

088 Tsurumi Rumi is not pure ([-])

Time is like the warm air rushing out of the hair dryer, leaving a little heat in my heart and then quickly passing.

Blonde, brunette, big and small, after blow-drying their hair, they watched a variety show together that a guest did not know.Feeling a little empty in my stomach, I flushed a bucket of cup noodles and wrapped it in the steaming heat.

It was getting late when they dried the clothes in the washing machine together on the balcony on the second floor.

The incidents encountered at the Cold Weapons Exhibition consumed too much energy for the two of them.

So, it's time for the good kids to go to bed.

After agreeing to stay in the United States for one night, naturally I have to sleep in the same bed.

Each room of the independent two-story house is very large, and of course the bedroom in the United States is also very spacious.

The square double bed is close to the wall, and the smell of the clean quilt is vaguely mixed with a little aroma.

"Good night."

Turning off the light, in the darkness where the eyes have not yet adjusted to the night, the air flow in his throat is gently spit out, making a soft sound like a veil.

Although the Lengjiao girl lying face to face couldn't see Ye Mian's face, she still judged that the distance between the two was very close based on the memory before turning off the lights and the moist air blowing on her face with the sound of "good night".

"OK, good night."

A voice like a tired kitten came out of Rumi's mouth, and just listening to it made me want to fall asleep with this little girl in my arms.

The noisy quilt was placed on the bare shoulders, and the feeling of sharing the bed with someone made Ye Jian a little novel.

It's the kind of feeling that I don't feel lonely even in the dark with my eyes closed at night.

Even the unfamiliar bed is extraordinarily relaxed.

A car whizzed past on the street outside the window.

The smooth legs moved and curled together in the quilt, and the delicate skin and the cotton sound let Liu Mei know that Ye Jian had not fallen asleep.

Originally, Liu Mei, who didn't dare to move for fear of disturbing Ye Jian, finally had the courage to stick out the hand that was sticking to the bed and slowly rubbed in the direction of Ye Jian.

Before rubbing a few centimeters on the sheet, I came across something silky that was far smoother than the sheet.

It's the night's hair.

Although he can't see it, the appearance of the blond hair instinctively emerges in the small mind.

In the darkness of the invisible, there is a sense of liberation that hides one's ears and steals the bell, and can easily do things that were originally suppressed but dare not do.With a flip of his hand, he squeezed the silky strands of hair in the palm of his hand and put it in front of his nose for a sniff.

The delicate nose twitched/moved slightly, and the elegant breath mixed with the familiar smell of shampoo penetrated into the nasal cavity.

A few strands of hair playfully swept across her nose, giving Liu Mei a lovely response.

"Ah chirp!"

"...Have you caught a cold, stay in the United States?"

A soft, more feminine voice than the usual clear voice spit out on Rumi's face, and the address changed from Tsurumi to Rumi.

Sounds like a daze half asleep.

"Well...it's alright."

He tried to cover up the past with a vague voice.

But Ye Jian, who was on the side, did not fall asleep as he wished, but the vague voice showed that he was not far from falling asleep.

"...Today... scare you? When you encounter such... a matter, sleep peacefully... With me... here, you don't have to think about those things..."

"Um…"

Responding with a soft nasal voice, Rumi felt that Ye Mi, who was confused, spoke a lot more than when she was awake.

……so cute.

So reassuring.

But the gentle voice on the other side did not stop.

"And... if you have a cold, you can't catch a cold."

The voice drifted in her ears, and Rumi suddenly felt a pair of slender arms pulling her into her arms before she could react.

Ok……

Warmer than expected.

The tip of Liu Mei's nose sank into the soft flesh on Ye Jian's chest, and the familiar smell that belonged to Ye Jian took over all her senses of smell.

It's much warmer than being hugged by Ye Jin in a suit.

If the feeling at that time was to become a child of the moon shrouded in moonlight, then the feeling now is to be intimately wrapped by a living young lady.

The little hand subconsciously grabbed Ye Jian's thin nightdress, and pinched the silky fabric into folds.

The black hair and the bright blond hair were layered together, and the different hair strands were gently stirred and entangled.

Liu Mei opened her mouth slightly, and her voice trembled Ye Jian's skin at close range: "Sleep... Bo Dong."