Looking at the six small dots on the phone screen.

Beiyuan Nanfeng shook his head, but did not reply this time, but threw his phone aside.

This literary girl obviously didn't want to answer the phone, and she thoughtfully used the point of going to Enoshima to prove that she was Kaori Iwai herself. Kitahara Nanfeng was just joking. If you continue to reply, do you know if this literary girl with beautiful legs but very wary legs would call the police directly and then reveal her address.

The police will come to the door.

The south wind in the north land still needs to comfort Mio...

Why bother?

"Brother Yes, who is that?"

Natsume Mio bent down and wiped the cabinet. When she found that Kitahara Nanfeng put down his phone, she straightened her waist and asked.

“…”

Kitahara Nanfeng looked at the graceful and graceful pair of snow-white, round and long legs standing straight, without any shortcomings, and was not inferior to Mio, who was a literary girl, blurted out: "Pantstitles."

“Eh?”

Natsume Mio was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously said, "It's so hot, I won't wear it."

"It's such a pity."

Beiyuan Nanfeng showed a regretful expression and nodded.

“…”

Natsume Mio reacted, and she glanced at Kitahara Nanfeng suspiciously: "I suspect my brother is changing the topic..."

“Where is it.”

"oh……"

Natsume Mio lowered her head slightly, glanced at her warm and fair thighs, and suddenly raised her head again: "Brother Ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye

"Isn't it good?"

The north and south wind are so righteous.

Natsume Mio's cheeks bulged slightly, put down the rag, quickly walked to Nanfeng Kitahara, then raised her hand and held Nanfeng Kitahara's face: "heitai!"

Kitahara Nanfeng said funny: "Be careful I will beat you up."

“…”

Natsume Mio smiled sweetly, gently shook her single ponytail behind her, and said cutely: "Ah, I forgot, my hands didn't seem to be washed, and now my brother's face is covered with gray."

"Then why don't you wipe it?" Beiyuan Nanfeng glared at her.

"No, wait until you go wash your face."

Natsume Mio let go of his face and trotted around behind Kitahara Nanfeng, pushing him forward with some difficulty: "As for now, brother Yi is not allowed to be lazy, go clean, GOGOGO~"

...

The two of them cleaned the house with smiles all the way.

When I finally finished my work, lunch time was also up.

The north and south winds are not tired.

But Mio Natsume collapsed on the sofa and didn't want to move anymore.

"I don't know if I don't clean it, but when I clean it, I feel that the house is so big."

Natsume Mio leaned against the sofa and complained quietly.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Beiyuan Nanfeng pressed her head.

“It’s really hard…”

Natsume Mio took off her rubber band and let her long black and soft hair draped over her shoulders. Then she moved to Nanfeng Kitahara, leaned on his shoulder, stretched out her long snowy legs, and stretched out her body.

"But it's finally over... lunch time is almost over. What do you want to eat with Brother Yi?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng replied casually: "Anything is OK."

"Anything is OK... There are no fresh ingredients at home, so I can't make anything. There are eggs, takoyaki? Or stewed pumpkin? Or I'll buy it?"

Natsume Mio counts the ingredients that are easy to preserve at home, and she leaves behind before traveling, and tries to think about relevant methods, which is very virtuous.

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked back at her beautiful and charming side face and suddenly said, "Why don't you add yourself?"

"ah?"

Natsume Mio was stunned, then looked ahead, gently lifting it up, which was only slightly larger than the palm, with round feet, delicate and delicate small jade feet, gently kicking and rubbing the wide instep of Kitahara Nanfeng, and whispered: "I can't eat it~"

"sure."

“That can’t be eaten either.”

Natsume Mio hugged Kitahara Nanfeng's arm, rubbed his face against his shoulder, and said intimately: "I'll eat it."

"Too."

Beiyuan Nanfeng couldn't help laughing.

"Choose one quickly, or stew pumpkin?" Natsume Mio raised her delicate and delicate jade feet again, kicked Kitahara Nanfeng, and urged her.

Beiyuan Nanfeng pondered for a moment and replied, "I still want to choose you."

Natsume Mio raised her head, looked at Kitahara Nanfeng, suddenly raised her slender arms, stretched out her green onion fingers, and handed them to Kitahara Nanfeng's mouth with a prank smile: "That brother who is loyal to take a bite, I'm not cooking anymore, I'm so tired..."

“…”

Beiyuan Nanfeng was silent for a moment, and he really opened his mouth and bit her slender fingers.

Mio, who had a smile on her face just now, immediately froze.

A hint of blush also crawled on her beautiful face.

"Brother Yes, you actually bite..."

"You asked me to bite."

"Then...ah."

He was bitten again.

Natsume Mio retracted her hand like lightning, and the blush on her beautiful face became more obvious.

"Idiot, fortunately I washed my hands."

Natsume Mio glared at Kitahara Nanfeng with a light glance, then seemed to feel angry, let go of Kitahara Nanfeng's arm and stood up suddenly.

"No, brother-in-law, you have overheated hormones now, I've decided."

"What to decide?" Kitahara Nanfeng looked at Mio Natsume standing in front of him, feeling very good.

"The fact that I promised my brother to wear another swimsuit will be postponed indefinitely."

Natsume Mio raised her hand and announced solemnly.

“Hey…”

“Not only that.”

Mio Natsume continued: "After finishing my meal, Brother Yoshihide will accompany me to practice judo and aikido for more than ten days, venting his extra energy, and not being able to stare at me..."

Kitahara Nanfeng smiled and said, "I protest."

"I declare the protest invalid."

"Shadow."

"Yes, it's just a shady scene."

Natsume Mio looked serious, but as she spoke, she couldn't help but burst out laughing: "However, in terms of humanitarianism, although I don't wear swimsuits anymore, I can hug my brother... as a comfort."

"real?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at her with a smile.

"Yeah, but..."

Natsume Mio obviously has additional conditions, but she has not had time to say it.

Kitahara Nanfeng suddenly stood up and hugged him directly, pressing Mio Natsume, who was not sure how charming he was, directly on the sofa.

"Um……"

Natsume Mio groaned, then her face turned red, raised her pink fist in a mess, gently hit the Natsuki Kitahara on her body, and complained: "It's not like this... Brother Yi, you are so heavy, get up quickly."

Beiyuan Nanfeng hugged her tightly, breathing slightly faster, and replied, "You are so young."

"Of course I'm younger than you."

Mio Natsume replied dissatisfiedly, then sighed, stretched out her arms, hugged Kitahara Nanfeng's shoulders, gently rubbed his broad back, looked at the ceiling, and murmured: "Brother Ye is really heavy..."

However, it also feels very secure.
Chapter completed!