Beiyuan Nanfeng heard the exact answer.

He immediately stretched out his hand and lifted the hem of the light blue yukata beneath Mio, exposing her two snow-white and tender thighs to the air.

Her legs are really beautiful.

Not to mention, the lines are also particularly graceful, and it is extremely pleasing to the eye whether it is bare feet or wearing pantyhose.

Natsume Mio's delicate body trembled, although she had not worn her skirt in front of Kitahara Nanfeng, revealing her thighs.

But the special integrated structure of the yukata, once the hem is lifted up, it is like the pants are taken off, and the entire lower body is revealed, and the sense of shame is very strong.

"Wait...you promise me...it's a while..."

“…”

The north wind in the north is breathing slightly rapid and there is no reply.

Impatiently he threw out the hem of the yukata that was still blocking, and then put his hand on her snow-white thighs again.

Start at your knees and go all the way up.

Round and white thighs...

"Brother Yes, line."

Natsume Mio blushed as blood, lowered her head and buried her face in Kitahara's chest, and squeezed Kitahara's Nanfeng's shoulder with both hands.

A reminder.

"...Can I break the contract?" Beiyuan Nanfeng finally spoke.

"Can't……"

“Can’t negotiate?”

"Then you take your hand away..."

“…”

Beiyuan Nanfeng thought about it and actually took his hand away.

Natsume Mio was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect that Kitahara Nanfeng, whose hormones were directly exploding, would be so obedient.

She raised her head carefully from Beiyuan Nanfeng's arms.

Then suddenly I felt a weight coming from my body that was not as safe or oppressive as it was.

"Woo...I know..." Natsume Mio pushed Kitahara Nanfeng on her body, her face hot.

"MiO."

"You...well...wait, listen to me first."

Natsume Mio suddenly turned her head away and avoided Kitahara Nanfeng, then took the initiative to stretch out her hand and grabbed Kitahara Nanfeng's neck.

The cuffs of the yukata are hanging down.

Snow-white arms exposed.

Natsume Mio took a deep breath, looked at Kitanhara Nanfeng who was already on the verge of losing control, and whispered: "...Yi-brother, I won't leave, nor will I deliberately avoid you, but, for this matter, I hope you can promise me no."

"What if I don't agree..."

Natsume Mio opened her mouth: "Then I... Then I will cry for you."

"I can comfort you."

“…will go to hell.”

Natsume Mio looked at Kitahara Nanfeng, pursed her lips, and tears suddenly appeared at the corners of her eyes.

When Beiyuan Nanfeng saw her appearance, he was stunned, then sighed, and lowered his head helplessly.

He underestimated the impact of his becoming the God-Choose on Mio.

Even so close.

She was still worried about the fact that Beiyuan Nanfeng drank the gods' blessings for the new blood that day.

"……sorry."

Natsume Mio tried a little hard, clasped Kitahara Nanfeng's neck tightly, and pressed her hot face against Kitahara Nanfeng's side face.

"If I could be more useful at that time, my righteous brother would not have to drink my blood and become the choice... If I were more useful, I would not be like this today."

Vagistically.

Her voice seemed to have a hint of crying.

Beiyuan Nanfeng complained: "...Bad, if I don't become the God-selected choice, if you don't have those experiences, you might just do it, such as kicking me down, I can't beat you."

"nonsense."

Natsume Mio couldn't help but burst into tears and laughed: "I can't beat Brother Yi..."

"Hmm? You just said it was Mio's twin sister... "

"oops……"

Natsume Mio gently hammered his shoulder.

"It is meaningless to use results to deduce the process of denial, Mio."

Nanfeng Kitahara smiled, buried his face in her snow neck, took a deep breath, and said in a gulp: "No matter what, I will be the choice. The only thing I can tell you is that I really didn't drink your blood."

"Why are you talking about this... I finally saw it."

Natsume Mio was silent for a moment and whispered: "How can a man do whatever he wants for that...?"

"..." Beiyuan Nanfeng took a light bite of her neck.

"Well...I was wrong."

Natsume Mio's delicate body froze and gently hit Kitahara's broad back: "Calm down quickly, brother-in-law..."

"So that's it. I just want to delay time when I say so much."

The north and south wind are coming back.

Natsume Mio pursed her lips and said softly: "...I can't let Brother Yi go to hell. I can, but Brother Yi can't."

"... Moreover, after a while, senior sister Miyata and senior sister Iwai will come. The timing and environment are not suitable, so I can't let Brother Yi do whatever he wants, at least in this place. I also believe Brother Yi won't hurt me... In addition, in addition, without that... it's really not possible."

“Then at home.”

“…”

Natsume Mio just hugged Kitahara Nanfeng tightly and didn't say anything.

She wanted to say no.

But she knows.

After breaking through that critical window paper.

There will always be something wrong with the two people who spend day and night together.

“…I’ll tell you something when I go back.”

Beiyuan Nanfeng took a deep breath and took a slight bite of her snow-white neck, "At that time, you knew why I said I didn't drink your blood."

"Did your righteous brother want to forge evidence... For example, let me put some blood on my own..."

Natsume Mio whispered.

"Am I that bad?"

"A person who can lift my yukata is not qualified to say such things."

Natsume Mio was shy and gently swung her round and slender legs, wanting to kick the Nanfeng of Kitahara.

But I didn't kick it, and my snow-white thighs were still grabbed by Beiyuan Nanfeng.

I lost my wife and my army.

The two men's postures became more charming as Beiyuan Nanfeng grabbed her snow-grey long legs and put them on their waists.

"Brother Yi... you really like it." Natsume Mio patted Kitahara Nanfeng's shoulder hard.

"It's not my first move."

"Oh?... Then tell me, when did you have any bad thoughts?" Natsume Mio tilted her head, let go of Kitahara Nanfeng's neck, and turned to hold up his face, asking with a hot face.

A little cute.

Originally, Mio Natsume wanted to make a joke, and continued to delay time by slogging Kitahara Nanfeng.

But she underestimated her charm.

The breathing of the south wind in Beiyuan was a little disordered again.

Natsume Mio realized something was wrong.

"...Brother Yi, you must hold on... Get off me quickly..."
To be continued...