At 8 o'clock in the evening.

Downstairs of the apartment where Sumiko Qihai lives.

"If you say you can't drink it, don't drink it. You're still showing off your strength and look like I'm the strongest fool."

Kitahara Nanfeng held Suyong Jiyue in a red dress, looking disgusted.

Su Yong Jiyue's beautiful face was flushed and her consciousness was a little blurred.

But it's like instinct.

When she heard the words of Beiyuan Nanfeng, she suddenly raised her head, stared at Beiyuan Nanfeng, and said with a hard neck: "Shinko Qihai has drunk a lot."

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at Sumiko Qihai beside her. Her face was also a little red, but she did not lose her composure, and she didn't even walk at all.

Beiyuan Nanfeng withdrew his gaze: "At least they don't need me to support me."

"Tsk...I'm taking advantage of you, okay?"

Suyong Jiyue lowered her head again and leaned completely against Nanfeng, Beiyuan.

Soft.

But it's fine.

Although she drank a lot of wine, she didn't have much smell of wine. Instead, a fresh smell similar to the fragrance of flowers came to her face.

Is this a racial talent?

Just when the north wind in the north is like this.

The apartment has arrived.

Sumiko Nichiko opened the door, then glanced at Suyong Jiyue and said, "Just throw her at the door."

“…Why!”

The north and south wind have not spoken yet,

Suyong Jiyue, who had just collapsed against Nanfeng of Kitahara, suddenly straightened her waist and squeezed in before Sumiko Nishikai entered.

Then he sat on the entrance stairs, fell backwards, and lay in the corridor without moving.

“…”

Shikai Sumiko walked in without expression, but did not continue to mention the matter of driving her out. Instead, she walked into the door on her own, raised her plump legs wrapped in stockings, took off her high heels with graceful movements, then stepped onto the corridor, came to Suyong Jiyue, and stepped on her face.

"Shinoka Shima!"

Suyong Jiyue, who was half-squinting, suddenly woke up and punched her round thighs hard.

"Bichi."

Sumiko Nichihae let her go, left without looking back.

Beiyuan Nanfeng followed closely behind and closed the door, then looked at Suyong Jiyue, who was lying in the corridor with her proud chest rising and falling violently.

"What are you looking at? Why don't you help me to go to bed... I have no strength."

Su Yongji Yue turned her head and looked at the south wind in the north.

A pair of beautiful eyes escaping red light from the corners of their eyes, and their pupils have turned into a weird burgundy red color.

Beiyuan Nanfeng was too lazy to pay attention to her and wanted to leave directly.

"…wait, I beg you to do it."

Suyong Jiyue struggled to support her upper body and grabbed the legs of Nanfeng Beiyuan.

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked down at her, was silent for a while, sighed, but still bent down, holding her legs with one hand and her snow neck with the other, and holding her up.

"Hehe... Princess hug."

Suyong Jiyue was stunned for a moment, then she smiled with her blushed face. She held the collar of Nanfeng Beiyuan with both hands and buried her face in his chest: "Suzuko Nichihara probably hasn't tried it..."

"roll."

Beiyuan Nanfeng hugged her and strode forward.

The sound of water drizzles in the bathroom.

Sumiko Nichihiro seems to have gone to take a shower.

Kitahara Nanfeng hugged Suyong Hirotsuki and came to the slightly monotonous room of Sukiko Nikai, and then threw Suyong Hirotsuki forward, wanting to throw her on the bed and leave.

But Su Yong Jiyue seemed to be prepared for it.

The moment Beiyuan Nanfeng threw her, he pulled Beiyuan Nanfeng's collar with both hands, and pushed Beiyuan Nanfeng behind Beiyuan Nanfeng with his spirit, and forced them to fall down on the bed.

Bang……

The extremely elastic mattress made Sunaga Hitsuki slightly bounce.

"Are you sick?"

Kitahara Nanfeng stared at Sunagaki Hime below him.

"Don't even think about leaving me and running away. Do you want to go to the movie with Sumiko Qikai? The world of two people? Don't even think about it! I don't have to watch it, don't watch it, or just watch it in the room!"

Xu Yongjiyue's strange red eyes looked at the north wind in Beiyuan, with a little wetness.

"you……"

"Lying down."

Xuyong Jiyue tightly clamped Beiyuan Nanfeng's collar, and as she spoke, two small tiger teeth were exposed again.

Like a little vampire who longs for blood.

Beiyuan Nanfeng said helplessly: "Okay, I'll lie down, you can let me go, right?"

"Don't lie to me."

Sunyoki slowly let go of his collar.

Nanfeng Kitahara was lying on Qihai Sumiko's bed, looking at the ceiling, but he didn't really leave.

"...you know what you know."

Sunagaki, who was always on guard against the departure of Nanfeng from Kitahara, snorted a little girl, then suddenly sat up, holding the hem of the skirt in both hands, slowly took off her red skirt.

The snow-white and concave and convex body is exposed to the air, making your eyes shudder.

"…Suyong Jiyue, are you sick? I don't know if I am a man?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked away from the ceiling, looking at Suyong Jiyue, who was left with only her close-fitting clothes and white skin.

"What are you doing? Do you still dare to do anything to me?"

Xuyong Jiyue curled up her straight and white legs and knelt on the bed, gave him a blank look, held her chest with her left hand, and reached her right hand behind, trying to untie the constraints on her chest.

Smack

Beiyuan Nanfeng straightened his waist and slapped her head.

Su Yong Jiyue paused and glared at Beiyuan Nanfeng, then opened her teeth and claws to scratch Beiyuan Nanfeng's face.

“There’s a problem.”

Beiyuan Nanfeng turned his head and dodged for a moment, grabbed her wrist with both hands,

Suyong Jiyue was grabbed by her wrist and suddenly stopped moving.

The two of them had a somewhat subtle posture.

Xuyong Jiyue curled up her straight and white legs, knelt on the bed, leaning forward, as if she was about to press onto Nanfeng Beiyuan.

The red skirt she had taken off her body and was wearing close-fitting underwear.

The snow-white skin forms a strong contrast with the red clothing, and combined with her wet scarlet pupils, it has a wonderful beauty.

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at her for two seconds and said, "...you really like red."

"That's it?"

Suyong Jiyue rolled her eyes, broke away from his wrist, and lay down beside Nanfeng, her snow-white legs curled up to cover the two of them.

"Or what do you want?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng said angrily: "Now, I have limited patience, what's wrong with you?"

Suyong Jiyue pulled the thin cup upwards and half rolled herself up, not saying that.

"goodbye!"

The north wind in the north country lifted the quilt and was about to get up and leave.

"I can't make it a little bit!"

Suyong Jiyue immediately grabbed his hand and let Nihara Nanfeng lie down again.

North Yuan South Wind: "…"

Suyong Jiyue held Beiyuan Nanfeng's wrist hard, and her breathing was slightly rapid. She turned sideways, looked at Beiyuan Nanfeng who was lying flat, moved to him, and then whispered: "Turn around and I will tell you."
To be continued...