Feel sorry.

I just couldn't think.

Now that he had come to his senses, Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but want to ask himself a question.

Is the so-called desire a physiological hormone or a psychological need? If it is a combination of the two, are there aliens in the vast universe? He feels that he should not sink like this, and from now on he will

Work hard, quit sex... Amaterasu's butt is so bouncy!

The sliding door opens.

Yukino Riho, who had been waiting anxiously for a long time in the corridor, grabbed Fujiwara Izaya's arm and asked: "Are you okay?"

This almost overwhelming worry made Fujiwara Izaya feel quite happy.

After this second, he forgot how good Amaterasu's ass felt. This is not that Amaterasu is not good, it's just that compared to Omikami, who has no desire at all, no matter how perfect she is, she can't compare to Yukino Riho.

That touch of frowning.

I have thoughts about Amaterasu's true identity simply because of her identity.

He doesn't like the Great God.

Now I not only hugged Omikami's body, but also pinched her butt. I will have no thoughts about her from now on... Thinking of these things, Fujiwara Izaya moved his arms slightly.

Yukino Riho immediately reached out, took his arm, put her lips close to his ear and asked: "Madam didn't punish you, right?"

"It tortured me mentally for a while." Fujiwara Izaya chuckled and walked out with her.

Yukino Riho was shocked: "Why are you tortured?"

"Took out my soul and said that he would take me to Takamagahara right now." Fujiwara Izaya blinked cleanly and slyly, like a young man who specializes in playing pranks, "...I replied no, but Madam insisted on taking me away,

So he gave me a good beating."

"What should we do?" Yukino Riho pulled her arm in nervously.

Feeling the soft touch of her chest with his arms, Fujiwara Izaya sighed and said with a grimace: "I can't help it... Who told me to be betrayed by my father? It won't be long before I have to go to Takamawahara."

"How dangerous that is!"

Yukino Riho was so frightened that her lips turned pale.

When they said this, the two of them had already arrived at the main hall, and the banquet was brightly lit and bustling.

"I have a way!" Fujiwara Izaya turned to look at her.

That beautiful side face made him feel a little proud. His arm would always touch her chest gently. Her noble and gorgeous wedding dress flashed bright luster with every step she took, giving her a somewhat majestic feeling.

.

"What can we do?" Yukino Risui stared at him with her clear, shining eyes.

The color of her wedding dress suddenly turned black and red under the influence of the light. The guests passing by all cast their eyes in this direction. Fortunately, she was wearing the mask of the Mountain Goddess, otherwise her

A face can surely steal many hearts.

As a husband, Fujiwara Izaya feels satisfied and proud.

"How beautiful." He was fascinated by it.

"Uh, tell me quickly..." Yukino Riho urged, her eyelashes seemed to be moistened.

"The method is very simple," Fujiwara Izaya stopped, turned around and hugged her, "It's just that I can't do it alone, I need my wife to cooperate with me. Will you be willing?"

Yukino Riho's cheeks were faintly red, and she lowered her head as if embarrassed: "Don't show off, I will definitely be on your side..."

From the perspective of others, the bride in her wedding dress clings to the groom as if she is still childish. The picture is very happy and perfect.

"Think about it, I faced this situation because I was cheated by my father." Fujiwara Izaya whispered to her, with a weird smile on his expression, "Then...as long as I follow my father's example in the future.

, don’t you just leave the mess to your son and you don’t have to worry about it?”

"..."

Yukino Riho was stunned for a moment.

"Madam, you are willing to help me, right?" Fujiwara Izaya continued to tease her hatefully.

"Disgusting!" Yukino Riho screamed.

When she thought about the meaning of his words, her face burned with embarrassment.

On the other side of the hall, Miji Kawashima, who was surrounded by several guests, saw them and was about to walk over. Fujiwara Izaya immediately said "let's go".

Before Yukino Riho could react, she was already picked up.

"Ah, what are you doing..."

"Meiji is coming over, I don't want to be scolded by her."

"I can walk by myself!"

"Run first and then talk."

Seeing her little husband's back disappearing, Kawashima Meiji gritted her teeth with hatred.

Shit!

Let’s see if I don’t torture you to death tonight!

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"Has your wife thought about how to answer?"

"What..."

"You won't have the heart to let me be threatened by the Great God!"

"...What are you saying? I can't bear you, so can I bear our son?" After saying this, Yukino Riho raised her fist and hit his head several times, "Can you speak more seriously!"

"Why should a son be born if he can't share his father's worries?" Fujiwara Izaya said confidently.

"Put me down!" Yukino Riho pushed him angrily.

Fujiwara Izaya put her down and took her hand for a walk under the moonlight.

This is a slightly dark courtyard with no other people around. From the other side of the wall, the sound of [email protected] people walking and the drunken conversations of guests can be heard from the other side of the wall.

Above the dense shade of the trees, the moon came out.

Under the combined effect of the bustling lights and moonlight, the night sky is bright.

Riho Yukino kept talking about irrelevant things all the way. She was a very interesting snow girl. She especially liked to talk to Fujiwara Izaya about little things in daily life. Fujiwara Izaya mostly listened to lectures and did not live lazily.

He responded proudly.

From the observer's point of view, she looks like a woman who cannot fall in love.

She can't speak romantic and sweet love words at all, but it doesn't prevent her from seeing that she is very happy in her current state. For her, frivolity is like hot summer, which is destined to be incompatible with snow. Living in a metropolitan city

After all this time, she has not learned to show off her coquettishness shamelessly. There are very few such pure and flawless women in the world. When most people see her innocence and kindness, they will mistakenly think it is a trap.

After walking slowly for a while, Fujiwara Izaya took her to a flower bed.

As soon as Yukino Riho sat down, she took off her embroidered shoes, crossed her legs, and her calves seemed to be shaking happily. She asked Fujiwara Izaya to pick some flowers for her, and then she looked at Fujiwara Izaya with a silly smile.

Her back was in a daze, while she was urging herself to quickly discover such a thing as "love". She still can't explain what love is, but one thing that is very clear is that every moment when she is not with Fujiwara Izaya.

Within seconds, she would feel bored. This boredom would stick to her everywhere like ink on her clothes or fingers.

There are a wide variety of flowers blooming in the flower beds.

Lyrical pansies, sweet peas, goldenrod, cornflowers and snapdragons.

"What should I cut..."

Fujiwara Izaya held the scissors and muttered.

To be honest, he is not very interested in flowers, but with the flowers as a foil, Mrs. Riho should be more beautiful... He cut the air a few times, and then bent down to cut off the stem of a lavender cornflower.

, took the flowers and returned to Yukino Riho.

"Put it in my bun." Yukino Riho tilted her head gently.

"I'm happy to serve you." Fujiwara Izaya smiled and inserted the lavender flower into the bun on the back of her head.

Yukino Riho shook her head left and right to let him admire it: "Does it look good?"

"It's a pretty flower originally," Fujiwara Izaya said with emotion, "but when it's placed in your bun, it looks a lot duller."

"Why have I never noticed that your mouth is so sweet before?" Riho Yukino held her cheek with one hand and smiled, "Not only is your mouth not sweet, but you are not gentle at all. In order to repay you, I specifically wanted to arouse you.

I asked you to come into the store because of my attention, but you ran past me for three days in a row without even saying hello..."

Fujiwara Izaya felt a little warm in his heart when he thought of the stupid woman at that time.

He stretched out his hand to scratch the bridge of her nose. He sat down next to her and gently held her waist: "The world is so wonderful. At that time, I never thought about the woman who drove a motorcycle into the river.

She will be a snow girl."

"Don't laugh at me with this!" Yukino Riho pursed her lips and chuckled.

Her mood at this time was unprecedentedly exciting. The enchantress in her early twenties looked elegant and refined. Her little ankles that shone fluorescently in the moonlight were full of clean and flawless charm. Her delicately wrinkled little heels stretched out in the middle of the night.
To be continued...