A few minutes later.

Beiyuan Nanfeng changed into clean clothes and appeared outside the living room.

"Brother Ye-faith, why did I hear Shiori's voice?"

Natsume Mio heard footsteps, wearing an apron and tied a ponytail, walked out of the kitchen with a spatula, and looked at her righteous brother.

"She yelled to take a shower and let me go out."

Kitahara Nanfeng casually mentioned Shiori and then looked at Mio's face.

"What's wrong?" Mio asked cutely with her head tilted.

"……nothing."

Kitahara Nanfeng thought about it, but in the end he didn't ask Mika what to do. Instead, he looked at the direction of the kitchen and asked, "What should I eat tonight?"

“Fried pork chop.”

Natsume Mio put her hands on her hips, raised her chest and said proudly: "Brother Yi likes to eat the most."

The girl, the spatula and the apron, also felt unexpectedly matched.

"Have you finally made this?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng came to her, looked at the kitchen with a little expectation.

"Yeah, I'll be able to eat it right away."

Natsume Mio tiptoed and reached out to touch Kitahara's humid hair: "Brother Yoshihiro, go and blow your hair first."

"OK."

Beiyuan Nanfeng nodded and turned around and left.

Natsume Mio looked at Kitahara Nanfeng's departure back, showed a gentle look, and turned back to the kitchen.

...

Dinner was finished soon.

Three people.

After dinner, Shiori seemed to be shy about his stupidity and did not dare to face the Nanfeng of Nihara, so he ran back to the main hall directly.

Kitahara Nanfeng accompanied Mio to watch unnutritional TV series.

TV shows are not fun.

But sometimes life doesn’t necessarily need to be fun.

Ordinary daily life is also good.

Mio was very happy and lay in Kitanhara's arms, yawning while rubbing against his brother's chin, listening to his complaints about the plot.

The two watched the TV series that was not nutritious for two hours, and then reviewed it a little until the hour hand pointed to Twelve.

Mio is ready to go to bed.

She took off her coat and lay down on the warm and comfortable bed.

Kitahara Nanfeng also lifted the quilt, got into the quilt, and gently embraced Natsume Mio's soft and warm snow body.

In the darkness.

Natsume Mio adjusted her posture slightly, blinked her eyes, and suddenly said:

"Brother of righteousness."

"Um?"

"It's really small, bed."

Natsume Mio gently grabbed Kitahara Nanfeng's collar, curled up with her long snowy legs, and moved slightly uneasy.

"It seems to be, but it's barely enough."

Beiyuan Nanfeng turned his head and looked behind him. It was really not big. He turned it out slightly and was on the edge of the bed.

"It seems like I'm going to buy a new bed..."

Natsume Mio swung Xueyan's long legs, gently kicked his thigh, and said, "I need to clean and install again, it's so troublesome..."

"Why don't you consider letting me go back to my room?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng hugged her tightly, and his nose touched the hair above her head.

"Yes, why, Brother Bagayi."

Natsume Mio buried her face in his chest, and at the same time put a round and plump snow-greasy thigh on his legs.

“Because it’s warmer?”

Kitahara Nanfeng's hand slid down her waist and delicate curves, and finally climbed up to her round buttocks.

“…Maybe it’s because there are two Mio?”

Mio Natsume murmured in a low voice.

However, the north Yuan Nanfeng did not hear clearly.

His reason began to gradually collapse.

at last.

Kitahara Nanfeng hugged Mio and turned over gently, completely covering her soft snow body.

...

the next day.

Beiyuan Nanfeng yawned and went to the classroom.

Just entered the door.

I saw a beautiful figure rushing towards me.

In the classroom, I saw the north wind coming in from Beiyuan.

Yui Miyata immediately trotted to him, stopped suddenly, put his toes on his feet, and gave him a thumbs up with energy.

Kitahara Nanfeng looked at Miyata Yui and smiled: "Good morning."

"Good morning."

Yui Miyata put down her hand and smiled brightly at Kitahara Nanfeng.

Beiyuan Nanfeng pressed her head and pulled open the chair and sat down.

Yui Miyata also pulled his chair over to his table and sat down. Then he lay on the table of Kitahara Nanfeng, his face pressed against the cold table, staring at Kitahara Nanfeng with his big eyes, and staring at Kitahara Nanfeng without moving.

"What are you doing?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng reached out and gently pulled her soft cheeks, and said helplessly: "As soon as you come, you will lie on my desk. Maybe there will be rumors that I will press your head and let you lie on the table and threaten you."

"This kind of thing is fine."

Yui Miyata gently shook her beautiful calves wrapped in black stockings, swaying the indoor shoes on her small jade feet, and said without any energy: "Nanfeng, I tell you, I did something that I felt very sorry for Kaoru yesterday."

“Xuan?”

Beiyuan Nanfeng ignored the gaze he looked over and was a little curious.

"Well, I wanted to ask her, but in the end I couldn't help saying too much. I don't know if I did it right."

The smile on Miyata Yui's face gradually disappeared.

She turned her head in a little frustrated and buried her face in her arms, and said in a muffled voice: "I dare not go to Qingyin Department today."

“…”

Beiyuan Nanfeng was stunned.

Logically speaking, the two won't quarrel.

Although Kaori Iwai has awkward personality, he has always been very tolerant of Yui Miyata.

The same goes for Yui Miyata.

But now, it seems that something happened when I went back last night?

"Is something going on?"

Kitahara Nanfeng held Yui's soft ponytail, pulled it gently, and asked.

"Um."

Miyata Yui responded, but did not say what happened.

Kitahara Nanfeng thought about it, took out the cell phone from his pocket, and sent a message to Kaori Iwai.

Hearing the prompt that LINE sent a successful sending, Yui Miyata slowly raised her head from her arms and looked at Nanfeng Kitahara.

Nanfeng Beiyuan looked at her and asked, "Shouldn't I ask?"
To be continued...