Nearly half an hour later,

Sunyoki held a towel and wiped her black hair, and walked out of the bathroom.

She changed back to the light lace suspender nightgown, came to the back of the sofa with her snow-white jade feet, and looked at the two sitting on it.

Kitahara Nanfeng and Nichihiro Sumiko ignored her.

She raised her pink fist and punched Beiyuan Nanfeng's head with one punch.

"You're sick."

Beiyuan Nan didn't even think back.

"Print my hair, you helped Shikai Suzuko just now, right?"

Sunyoki threw the towel on his head to the south of Kihara.

"You do whatever I do, why don't you go to Ise Shrine with me?"

Qihai Sumiko also stabbed Sunata Kitsuki without looking back.

"Go, go now."

Suyong Jiyue snorted very girlishly and said, "Let's go, if you want to go now, I will accompany you."

“…Sit down.”

Kitahara Nanfeng was shocked suddenly, afraid that these two aunts would really want to enter the Ise Temple at night after a disagreement. He quickly turned around and held Sunaga Hitsuki's wrist and asked her to shut up.

“Wipe hair.”

Suyong Jiyue raised her snow-white jaw, like a proud white swan: "I want the same service as well."

Nanfeng Kitahara sighed: "Okay, aunt."

Then Sunyoki walked around the sofa and came to Nanfeng, Kitahara, and sat down, no longer competing with Sumiko Nishihai.

Kitahara Nanfeng took off the towel from his head and looked at Sunaga Hitsuki sitting on the sofa: "Turn around."

Suyong Jiyue turned around, Yingbai's long straight legs curled up, kneeling on the sofa, her face showing expectation.

Sumiko Nichihachi said nothing about this.

It seems to be just as she said.

It would be fine if you did what she had done first, and then to Suyong Jiyue.

Otherwise...

"You are really an aunt."

Beiyuan Nanfeng put away his extra thoughts, opened the towel and pressed Suyong Jiyue's head, and complained: "Auntie in various senses."

The look of expectation on Suyong Jiyue's face froze.

"You scold me!"

"yes."

"Then Qihai Sumiko is also an aunt!"

Suyong Jiyue's proud chest was undulating and she suddenly looked at Sumiko Nishihai.

Sumiko Nichihiro didn't even look at her and said directly: "I'm reborn every time."

“…”

Suyong Jiyue couldn't speak anymore.

She lowered her head slightly, her eyes drooped, and looked at her long and greasy legs.

Kitahara Nanfeng rubbed her black hair hard, looked at Suyong Jiyue, who was suddenly disappointed, and said with a funny feeling: "What are you doing? You can't stand it just by joking?"

"Didn't you say I'm old..."

Sunyoki looked up and his burgundy pupils felt a little wet.

"You didn't hear what I just said, are you? It's just a joke."

Sunyoki's psychological endurance in some aspects is simply ridiculously poor.

The north and south wind have also been discovered at this time.

I don't know why.

"So... don't you think I'm old?" Suyong Jiyue stretched out her slender index finger, pointed at her face, and asked in a low voice.

"Okay, that's your personality."

Kitahara Nanfeng shook his head with a smile and said, "Now you say you are a high school student, everyone else believes it."

"Is this a compliment to me?"

A smile reappeared on Suyong Jiyue's beautiful face.

Beiyuan Nanfeng: "It depends on what you think."

"That's to praise me."

“…”

Suyong Jiyue supported the sofas on both sides of her body with both hands, moved towards Nanfeng, and then went to see Sumiko Qihai.

It seems like I want to show off.

Beiyuan Nanfeng glared at her.

Sumiko Nichihachi blinked, and her burgundy pupils reflected the face of Nanfeng Beiyuan.

Beiyuan Nanfeng rubbed her wet hair, looked at her for a while, then took the initiative to lower his head and looked away.

Sunyoki immediately smiled like victory.

But soon, she discovered that Beiyuan Nanfeng did not admit defeat, but went to see something else...

Sunyong Jiyue looked down and looked at her.

The lace suspender nightgown she was wearing was indeed very light and she had not had time to go to her apartment to get her bodysuits just now, so the delicate whiteness under her delicate collarbone was completely unrestrained or covered.

“…”

Suyong Jiyue touched Nihara Natsuki's eyes again.

Beiyuan Nanfeng was about to look away.

So she wouldn't yell again and argue with Shikai Sumiko.

But unexpectedly.

Suyong Jiyue did not shout at Sumiko Nikai, but instead opened her red lips and suddenly said a word silently to Nanfeng, Nihara.

"こね㋋(Kone-breast)."

“…”

Although Beiyuan Nanfeng doesn’t understand lips, he can still understand Japanese...

Su Yong Jiyue tilted her head and looked at the Nanfeng of Beiyuan with her beautiful burgundy eyes.

Beiyuan Nanfeng paused for helping her wipe her hair, and hesitated for a moment.

But he soon came to his senses with an expression of "Don't lie to me."

Xu Yong Jiyue showed doubt.

Kitahara Nanfeng looked at her with some disgust: "Are you going to yell at Shikai Sumiko again later, get out?"

Sunyoki Hime: “…”

"It's almost done."

Beiyuan Nanfeng took the towel on her head, turned his head to cover her chest, and said, "In addition, I said, you are all chosen by God, they are all monsters, and you also need a towel to wipe your hair, which is embarrassing."

Leave this sentence behind.

Beiyuan Nanfeng turned his head and looked back at the projection screen.

Sunyong Jiyue looked down at the towel on her chest and stood there for a long time.

"...You are really a coward."

Suyong Jiyue pursed her lips, finally came to her senses, and glared at Nanfeng, Kitahara.

Beiyuan Nanfeng said casually: "Yes, yes, you're right."

"……sleep!"

Suyong Jiyue took a deep breath, took off the towel from her chest, moved forward, next to Beiyuan Nanfeng, hugged his right arm, hugged him hard, and curled up and closed his eyes.

"What are you doing when you sleep with my hands?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng's mouth twitched.

Su Yong Jiyue didn't say anything, but hugged his arm hard, and became more and more forceful.
To be continued...