No matter how stormy the outside is, it has nothing to do with a coma.

Because he can't do anything anymore.

...

When the north and south winds lose consciousness, it is during the day.

And when you wake up.

Or daytime.

He looked at the ceiling, stared at a moment, and recalled a little about what happened before he lost consciousness.

Then he turned his head and looked at the window.

The gauze curtain was blown up by the breeze and rippled gently.

The sunlight shone in through the gauze curtains, leaving large golden spots on the floor.

What is the specific day now? Beiyuan Nanfeng doesn’t know.

But my location should be in the hospital.

Well, I'm not dead.

Although he finally took certain countermeasures after hugging Sumiko Nichi, trying his best to protect himself, he did not have confidence in his passive countermeasures, and he still liked to take the initiative.

Plus, he wasn't alone at that time.

After hearing the words of Prince Fumimi Damiya and Sumiko Nichihara did not refute, Nichihara Nanfeng knew that something was wrong.

A man named Sumiko Nishihai.

Very stubborn and very direct.

If you like it, you like it, if you don’t like it, you don’t like it.

Yes, no, no.

If you say others can’t do it, then others can’t do it.

Even if she wanted to talk to Beiyuan Nanfengse X, she said it directly.

The personality can be seen.

So Prince Fumimi Miyaki Tatsukonai asked her how much strength she had left after facing the so-called Amaterasu Majiji, and she didn't answer, so she definitely didn't have much strength left.

In the end, she would appear there, and maybe she would force herself to come over.

In this case, it is unrealistic to let her carry the missile.

And protect two people.

Under high-energy explosives of that order...

"Hello."

A sudden sound.

It interrupted the thoughts of the north wind in Beiyuan.

Beiyuan Nanfeng was slightly stunned, looked away from the window, and looked at the other side of the hospital bed.

Sumiko Nichi was sitting aside, still wearing the dark gray women's professional suit. Under her short and narrow skirt, her two plump and symmetrical thighs were wrapped in black stockings, overlapping each other with beautiful lines.

She held a book and looked up at the north wind,

Exquisite facial features and cool-looking temperament.

Successful and neat.

It looks very queen-like.

"You look out the window as soon as you wake up? What's worth noting outside the window? More notable than me?"

Sumiko Nichi asked, asking.

Beiyuan Nanfeng was silent for a moment, but did not answer her, but asked, "Why am I lying on the hospital bed while you are sitting on a chair, and you still have the leisure to read novels... In addition, what kind of ghost name is "The Sword Saint of Toes"? Doesn't it match your temperament at all?"

"Don't answer my questions with questions... forget it."

Sumiko Nichihae dropped the book: "This is left by a resident of your hospital bed. I looked at it because I was bored. Although the name is a bit stupid, it was unexpectedly interesting... Can you answer me now? Is there anything worth noting outside the window? It is worth noting more than me."

"I'm calming my emotions when I wake up, do you understand?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng glared at her, then slowly looked down at her black silk thighs: "After the disaster, you must be afraid first, then feel life, and finally look at the black silk and be kind to the woman."

Sumiko Nichihachi said with a blank expression: "So, did you just deliberately ignore me?"

"...Tsk, don't make a fuss, you don't fit this unreasonable style, let alone I'm still a patient. When I wake up, you tell me this? Is it appropriate to have a tantrum with me?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng's mouth twitched.

Sumiko Nichihachi still had a expressionless face and repeated: "You ignore me."

Nanfeng Kitahara took a deep breath and said helplessly: "...Okay, I'm wrong, okay."

"It's OK."

Sumiko Nichi suddenly laughed: "I suddenly wanted to try this style. Now we are even. You should have experienced the feeling of sitting here."

“…”

Hear her words.

Beiyuan Nanfeng suddenly thought of something and asked, "What is the number now?"

"the next day."

Qihai Chengzi seemed to know what Beiyuan Nanfeng wanted to ask, so he gave the answer directly, so that Beiyuan Nanfeng's simple subtraction would not be necessary.

Beiyuan Nanfeng was stunned for a moment and then asked: "How long have you been sitting there?"

"Twenty hours, otherwise why do you think I want to read novels? It's not boring."

Sumiko Qihai curled her lips and suddenly frowned impatiently, "I was so unfamiliar with books when I was a student. I guess I was cursed by that bitch Gao Tianyuan."

“…as for it?”

Beiyuan Nanfeng was angry and laughed: "Every time I excuse myself, I am stupid, I won't look down on you."

"Do you want to die?"

Sumiko Nichihiro moved away the black stockings thighs that were stacked on her left leg, and her eyes became dangerous.

Beiyuan Nanfeng paused again and stopped talking.

A good man doesn't fight with a woman.

then.

The two were silent for a while.

"By the way, I haven't answered a question for you just now."

Sumiko Nichima patted her skirt, slowly stood up from the chair, raised her hand, stretched her waist, and saw her graceful body curves at a glance.

"What?"

"The question of why you are lying on the hospital bed and I am sitting in a chair."

Sumiko Qihai put down her hand and came to the bedside of Nanfeng Beiyuan: "This is probably because someone helped me block most of the impact."

Beiyuan Nanfeng frowned and his focus was a little biased: "So, were you really weak at that time?"

"It's not a weakness, it's just a little weak. The previous priest held the determination to die and acted as a medium to extradite the bitch from Gao Tianyuan. I didn't have a rest the day before, so I was a little weak."

"Then why are you going to my place?" Beiyuan Nanfeng was a little helpless.

Qihai Sumiko said indifferently: "It's not that you can't fight if you lose your strength."

"Okay...so what's going on now? What happened during my coma?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng nodded and asked instead.

“…”

Sumiko Nichihachi was silent.

She looked at Beiyuan Nanfeng's face and did not answer his question. After a while, she spoke: "You should know that I left this topic at the end just to avoid unnecessary shyness and want to thank you."

Nanfeng Beiyuan nodded and asked back, "I received your gratitude, so?"

“…”

Sumiko Nichihae was silent again.

Then, she suddenly pulled her skirt up a little, then bent down and climbed onto the hospital bed, spread her plump and slender thighs, stepped over the lying Beiyuan Nanfeng, knelt on both sides of his body, and sat directly on his stomach.

"……What are you doing?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng was stunned and stared at Qihai Sumiko on his body.

Sumiko Nichihae raised her chest and raised her hand to untie her ponytail.

The black hair like a waterfall fell down.

"Don't you like to ask questions? Keep asking."

Beiyuan Nanfeng still stared at her: "So why do you want to ride on me?"

“I like this position.”

Sumiko Nichihiro adjusted her position, took off the high heels on her small jade feet sideways, threw them to the edge of the bed, sat back onto the Nanfeng of Beiyuan, and looked at him: "Is this a reason OK?"

North Yuan South Wind: "…"
Chapter completed!