Beiyuan Nanfeng came to the convenience store downstairs.

I picked out a pair of underwear and prepared to go up.

But at the time of checkout, he suddenly realized that his money seemed to be insufficient...

Dry.

The Minister of the Selected Department of the Metropolitan Police Department, who had just finished fighting for the royal family, a group of cabinet ministers and members of parliament, did not even have enough money to buy underwear.

Beiyuan Nanfeng himself felt that it was very dry.

no way.

He could only go back and search carefully, and found a underwear that had enough money in his pocket. He delayed it for ten minutes before he returned to the upper floor with a plastic bag.

...It's good enough to buy cheap ones, otherwise Beiyuan Nanfeng would have to take down his face and borrow money from two young mature women to buy underwear.

This feels dryer.

I would rather not wear the style of the north and south.

That's good enough.

With some gratitude.

Nanfeng Beiyuan came back to the front of Qihai Chengzi's apartment. He was about to knock on the door, but found that the door was not closed at all.

"After all, they are two girls, and they are not afraid of sluts... forget it."

Beiyuan Nanfeng wanted to complain, but finally thought about it and let it go.

The two of them have the confidence to not close the door.

Not to mention the slutty, I guess even if I increase my firepower, I will definitely dare to break through the door.

Click.

Beiyuan Nanfeng pushed the door open and walked in, turned around and closed the door.

After a while.

"……ah?"

Suyong Jiyue, who was sitting on the sofa, turned around and saw the Nanfeng of Beiyuan standing not far away. She seemed to be unbelievable. After a long time of stunnedness, she asked in a low voice:

"You didn't leave."

Sumiko Nichihari also turned her head and looked at Nanfeng, but she noticed that Nanfeng of Beiyuan was back earlier than Suyong Jiyue, and she was not surprised at this time.

Kitahara Nanfeng walked into the door with his bought underwear. The first thing he saw was wearing thin pajamas, slumped on the sofa, revealing his white thighs, watching the movie Sunaga Hitsuki and Sumiko Nichi.

And behind them.

He was also throwing Suyon Hitoshi's skirt around... Well, there is a pink bra?

His mouth twitched.

"I'm going to buy something...it doesn't matter whether I go or not."

Beiyuan Nanfeng was holding a plastic bag, pointed his other hand behind her, and said with a blank expression: "Now, can you explain what happened next?"

"Change clothes."

After looking back at the sofa, Su Yong Jiyue suddenly recovered her vitality and asked happily: "What's the problem? Or... are you shy?"

Then she turned around without waiting for Kitanohara Nanfeng to answer, faced Qihai Sumiko and said loudly:

"Sumuko Nikai, look! Your boyfriend is shy when he sees bra."

North Yuan South Wind: "…"

“The bathroom is over there.”

Sumiko Nichi pointed to the bathroom.

Of course, Beiyuan Nanfeng knows where the bathroom is.

But am I asking about the bathroom?

Beiyuan Nanfeng wants to say that.

But when he said something, he swallowed it back.

It seems that it is not suitable to think about it.

Now there are two orphan men and women... He is staring at the girl's bra and making fun of her.

Qihai Sumiko has already set aside, so don’t continue to ask at this time.

After a change of thought, Nanfeng Kitahara gave up the idea of ​​continuing to talk to Suyong Jiyue, he turned to the bathroom.

"Look, Kitahara Nanfeng was so shy that he ran away."

Vagistically.

Suyong Jiyue's voice came.

Then...the violent spirit.

It seems to be fighting again.

...Aren't you tired of it?

Logically speaking, it has been a fight for hundreds of years, right?

Beiyuan Nanfeng closed the bathroom door and shook his head.

...

More than ten minutes later.

The north-earth south wind came out of the bathroom.

Sunagaki's skirt and close-fitting clothes on the ground have been taken away.

Beiyuan Nanfeng knew what had just happened without asking, so he didn't say anything at all. While wiping his hair, he came to the back of the sofa.

Two young mature women were watching the movie on the projection screen in a leisurely manner.

Sunyoki seemed to be more relaxed than just now.

He collapsed on the sofa.

She was wearing a light lace suspender nightgown. The straps were slid off, and the snow shoulders were exposed. Her concave figure was covered in dimly by her pajamas. Then, she was exposed to the air, her straight and white legs.

Suyong Jiyue glanced at Nanfeng, who was standing behind the sofa, and said, "Look, Sumiko Nichihara..."

"If you talk so much, get out."

Sumiko Nichiha yawned and directly interrupted Sunagaki.

“…”

Su Yong Jiyue immediately shut up, lifted up the nightgown strap on her jade shoulders and buckled it back, and sat upright.

This time, Sumiko Nichi is not a verbal warning.

Even the Nanfeng of Beiyuan felt that the spirit emitted by Qihai Chengzi was quite dangerous now.

no.

She was not that exaggerated in the hospital just now, and she even looked very weak and could barely suppress Su Yong Jiyue.

Does her family have any buff bonus for her? Or does it mean that there is a bonus for taking a shower?

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked around Qihai Chengzi's apartment and found nothing unusual. Then he turned his eyes on her.

Sumiko Qihai only wore a short black silk nightgown, with a pair of snow-white and plump thighs overlapping. Under her black and wet hair, she had delicate facial features, and her skin was white and moist, with almost no flaws.

"Sit down, I don't have the habit of watching movies behind me. Do you want to be a bodyguard?"

Sumiko Nichi glanced at him from the corner of her eyes.

"I'm curious, what buffs do you have in your house? Are you recovering so quickly?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng sat down next to her.

"You're a buff."

Sunagaki on the other end suddenly stood up, walked around the other side of Nanfeng from Beiyuan, and sat down.

"Relaxation is also a rest, and you don't have to sleep."

Sumiko Nichiko didn't stop Suyong Jiyue, perhaps because she was too lazy to move.

“…Okay.”

Beiyuan Nanfeng didn't ask any questions anymore. She had lived for so long and nothing was surprising, so there was no need to think deeply.

He looked at the projection screen.

It's still a horror movie.

Still that kind of horror movie.
To be continued...