She slept motionless on her side, breathing evenly, and her straight black hair fell to the carpet.
Fujiwara Izaya sat over and took a look. Kawashima Miji put her hands on her chest with her hands clenched in fists, her sexy lips slightly pursed. Her sleeping face was quiet, and the white tender flesh on her neck was trembling slightly with her breath, like a charm.
All living beings are little lazy cats.
Are you really sleeping or pretending to sleep?
According to his understanding of her, Fujiwara Izaya prefers the latter.
He stepped on the sofa and slowly lay down on the inside. The weight increased, the sofa cushion slowly pressed down, and Kawashima Miji's body also leaned inward.
There was not enough space for two people to lie side by side on the sofa, so Fujiwara Izaya lay on his side facing Kawashima Miki. He passed one hand under her flank and hugged her back, and the other hand
Then he passed under her neck and hugged her towards him.
Kawashima Miji buried her face in his chest and fell asleep quietly.
Queen's concert recording was playing on the TV, and white clouds floated from one end of the window to the other.
"Mrs." Fujiwara Izaya called softly.
No response.
Kawashima Miji was still asleep, without moving her eyelids.
Fujiwara Izaya was not in a hurry and just held her in his arms.
The lady wearing home clothes has a very warm temperament and makes people feel comfortable to hold her. Her thighs are bare under the tight skirt, and her thin white arms are exposed under the light green half-sleeved shirt. The style is elegant and has the magical power to calm people down.
.
While smelling the rose fragrance on her body, Fujiwara Izaya explored her body with his hands.
My wife's body is already excellent, and thanks to her constant exercise all year round, every muscle on her body feels tough and elastic. But where she should be fleshy, there is no shortage of mature plumpness, and she feels as soft as a spring afternoon.
flavor.
Touching her soft skin, Fujiwara Izaya used a little force to pull off one side of her collar.
A touch of snow-white and round fragrant shoulder was exposed in the air.
"..." Kawashima Miji's body trembled slightly, and her breathing became slightly ragged.
"Madam, wake up..." Fujiwara Izaya held the hollow of her slender waist and smelled her round shoulders, "Wake up and talk to me."
Kawashima Meiji still had no reaction.
However, her breathing became uncontrollably rapid, and her body temperature slowly rose.
This cautious and shy but eager attitude seemed both ridiculous and cute. Fujiwara Izaya hugged her body tightly. Even though she was separated by two layers of clothes, the warmth and softness of her body could still be clearly transmitted.
Then, Fujiwara Izaya tugged on her sleeve again.
The neckline of the dress was pulled down from the shoulders to the arms, and the round and small shoulders were completely exposed, and even the small half of the underwear could be seen.
Kawashima Miji's eyelids trembled, and then they closed tighter.
In order to express her protest, she moved her shoulders slightly as if she was cold, her shoulders were silent and weak.
While Fujiwara Izaya rubbed his nose against her smooth shoulder, one hand slowly went down and touched her tightly clamped legs under her short skirt.
"My wife is so conservative!"
He smiled helplessly.
Then he took his hand back and reached behind his clothes.
He searched and groped her smooth back, and soon found the metal hook, and untied it with a click.
"..." Kawashima Miki shook her head in embarrassment, and then curled up as if unconsciously, trying to cover her chest with her left hand, but was stopped by Fujiwara Izaya gently, warm and soft, full of young female talent.
Some kind of elastic feel.
Kawashima Meiji frowned tightly, but still refused to open her eyes.
She is confused and regretful now. She doesn't know whether she should continue to pretend to be asleep. Just keep pretending. Who knows what Fujiwara Izaya will do, but don't keep pretending.
I won't have a chance to kiss you today.
As the empress, Kawashima Miji had said harsh words in front of him and would never let him kiss her again.
Looking at the tense face of this peerless enchantress, Fujiwara Izaya wanted to laugh.
So, even though tsundere is always the loser, so many people still like her, which is enough to illustrate the charm of tsundere.
"Madam, please tell me what happened yesterday," Fujiwara Izaya said in a vague voice with something in his mouth, "Yesterday I went shopping with my schoolmate and met my aunt. She asked me to take you home to show grandma.
look."
"..." Kawashima Miji's body tensed up instantly.
"Don't worry," Fujiwara Izaya said, "Grandma is still very easy to talk to, as long as I don't have any ideas about my aunt."
"?"
Do you still want to take advantage of your aunt?
Kawashima Miji's breathing suddenly became heavier, and she wished she could get up and beat him up right now.
"Not related by blood!" Fujiwara Izaya added.
Even if you are not related by blood, you have provoked so many women... Kawashima Miji felt so angry that her chest was shaking up and down with anger.
"Don't be jealous, madam!" Fujiwara Izaya explained in a serious voice, "Except for my wife, I have never kissed another woman."
That’s pretty much it!
Kawashima Miji's tense body slowly softened.
But the next second, she suddenly curled up and hunched over to avoid Fujiwara Izaya. It was more out of shyness than rejection.
The embroidery on the chest of the half-sleeved shirt looks very cute when shaking.
Fujiwara Izaya didn't take it off specifically. Against the backdrop of her skin, the sling that was slightly tilted to the side was also very attractive. The black silk hung on her snow-white skin, not to mention how pretty it looked.
Kawashima Miji's head turned slightly to the side, and her waist also ducked a little to the left.
She seemed to be escaping from something, but the actual position of her body did not change. Her brows were tightly knitted, as if she was about to cry.
Fujiwara Izaya kissed her lightly on the cheek, sliding his lips towards hers, and suddenly called out in the middle of the kiss: "Madam, do you hear me?"
"Why……"
Kawashima Miji, whose brain was almost burned out by the excitement, subconsciously replied.
The next second, she opened her eyes suddenly and met Fujiwara Izaya's proud eyes. That expression was clearly making fun of herself for pretending to sleep! Before she could curse out in anger, Fujiwara Izaya kissed her.
Sexy lips.
"Ugh...well..."
Kawashima Meiji continued to express protests.
However, this was of no use at all. Before Fujiwara Izaya could understand what she meant, she herself fell in first. Holding the kid tightly with both hands, her waist was raised, her neck was slightly raised, and she responded to his kiss with all her strength.
This is exactly what she expected.
Well, just like ordinary human women, they fall in love, date, and have dinner seriously. As a matter of course, they only stay with the man they like, only maintain a deep relationship with him, and fully accept everything about the other person. Even if they just think about it.
, she was happy from the bottom of her heart.
After kissing her until she was almost suffocated, Fujiwara Izaya let go of her.
He gently stroked her hot cheek and said softly: "Miss Meiji."
"Why……"
Kawashima Meiji responded.
In between gasping for breath, she answered so hastily, which is really endearing.
Fujiwara Izaya held her silky smooth skin and moved his lips on her neck: "Lovely and charming Miss Miji."
"..." Kawashima Miki's expression seemed to be so shy that she was about to cry, and there was a sweetness hidden deep in her eyes. She muttered "hate" at one moment, shouted "no" at the other, and wanted to push Fujiwara Izaya away, but she couldn't.
She was hugged tightly by him from beginning to end.
never mind.
Leave it to him...
Kawashima Miji thought a little self-deprecatingly.
Fortunately, she has an energetic body and her figure is not out of shape. Her breasts, buttocks and legs are full of elasticity. It is her moderate diet and long-term exercise that allow her to maintain the natural beauty of her body.
She is confident in herself.
The kid will definitely be addicted to himself and be unable to extricate himself.
It was past noon and the sky was getting a little gloomier.
Fujiwara Izaya sat up from the sofa, looked at the time, and said while adjusting his collar: "I'm going to Chairman Hoshimi's house, do you want to come with me?"
"Who cares?" Kawashima Miji muttered.
Her face, which was covered with red clouds, was suddenly full of stubbornness, so cute that people wanted to grab her cheeks and squeeze them.
"Today happens to be the monthly meeting of the Yin-Yang House. I heard that the director of the Scheduling Department is going to report some issues." Fujiwara Izaya turned over and patted her energetic butt. "I originally planned to go there later in the evening, but it seems
It’s going to rain, so it’s better to go early.”
"You just want to see your senior sister!" Kawashima Miji's face was stern.
"Don't always be jealous."
Kawashima Meiji said with a dark face: "I'm not jealous."
After saying that, she took aim at Fujiwara Izaya's thigh and kicked it hard: "Go, go, go quickly, don't bother me here. I can take a nap quietly by myself, I wish I could!"
"Bye~"
Fujiwara Izaya waved his hand.
After getting used to Kawashima Miji's duplicity, this appearance was very pleasing to him. He packed his clothes and walked slowly towards the door.
Sitting on the sofa alone, Kawashima Miji looked up at the sky outside the window, wondering why it hadn't rained yet. Didn't the weather forecast say it would rain in the afternoon?
Damn it!
Are all the people at the weather station just for a living?
"Pap~"
The heavy security door opened and then closed again.
The sound of footsteps disappeared, and the entire ninth floor fell silent instantly. The empty hall was as silent as a ruins.
"Oh, why am I so unlucky..." Kawashima Meiji lamented, lying on the sofa without wanting to move, looking at the gloomy but not raining sky outside the window, her eyes showing the deepness of a young woman in deep boudoir.
A strong smell of resentment.
"Boom!"
A flash of lightning flashed briefly.
Kawashima Miji's eyes widened instantly, with desire flashing in her pupils.
In just a few seconds, the sky over Tokyo was covered with dark clouds, and heavy rain poured down instantly. The bottom of the water hit the entire floor-to-ceiling windows, making a slapping sound.
"Yeah!"
Kawashima Meiji jumped happily on the spot.
The sound of the door opening and familiar footsteps came from the door. She immediately hid her joy and lay back on the sofa to sleep.
"It's so unlucky. It started raining heavily just as we walked to the door." Fujiwara Izaya complained as he walked over. On the sofa, Kawashima Mei was still lying on her side with her back to the hall, and the sling on her shoulders had already fallen down.
On the arms, the skirt of the short skirt was also rolled up, until the skin of the thighs was exposed.
This defenseless posture made her even more charming. Fujiwara Izaya was so excited that he sat on the sofa and hugged her tightly from behind.
"Aren't you looking for your senior sister?" Kawashima Miji's voice was cold, and her back did move closer to his embrace.
"It's raining, I don't want to get wet." Fujiwara Izaya grabbed her soft little hands, squeezed them again, and kneaded them again.
"Oh~"
Kawashima Meiji responded calmly.
Fujiwara Izaya turned her over and hugged her waist from the front: "Madam, tell me about your recent affairs."
"It's nothing serious, but there have been a lot of people chatting with me recently..." Kawashima Miji said angrily, "Last night in the lobby, a college student who looked like a playboy came up to talk to me. I thought it was troublesome, so I ignored him.
I ignored her. There was also a middle-aged man with thin hair who said he was a high-ranking official, but I flatly refused by saying, "I have a husband." Seeing that man's unwillingness, I was relieved."
"What high official?" Fujiwara Izaya asked curiously.
"I'm too lazy to ask," Kawashima Meiji raised her eyebrows and said with some pride, "In the past, I would have to be more careful for fear of offending some big shot. Now I'm too lazy to care who he is. I'm a miko, why should I be afraid of him?
Ah, it’s true. What I like is a handsome young man, not a middle-aged man with thin hair. Let him go home and find his mother!”
"Ha ha."
Fujiwara Izaya smiled happily.
Feeling the body full of life in his arms, he put his left knee between her legs, and his right leg was placed on her hip, holding her body tightly.
"G," Kawashima Meiji blushed, "What are you doing!"
Fujiwara Rin did not answer, but changed the subject: "What do you think about Priest Ito's matter?"
"Well, let's leave it for now." When it came to business, Miji Kawashima temporarily forgot about his little gesture, "You have just become the acting chairman and are in the spotlight. If you openly absorb priests from other shrines at this time,
It will inevitably make colleagues feel jealous.”
"Then no." Fujiwara Izaya hugged her tighter and tighter.
My wife’s body is really mature, and there are some parts that are very delicate. It can be said that she is both plump and a little fragile. This imbalance is extremely endearing. After hugging her tighter, her body temperature spread again. Maybe it was just now
Aftertaste, her body was covered with a thin layer of sweat.
"How can you not do it?" Kawashima Miji's face was serious, and she pretended to educate him, "It's just you and me at Asakusa Shrine, and neither of us has much experience. Although Priest Ito's character is not good,
But it can be said that it is not bad. We need someone who is familiar with the various operations of the shrine. He does not need to be very good, as long as he understands it! After we are completely familiar with the process, let him work as a cleaner!"
"..."
Is this a capitalist?
It's so cute... Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead: "I am really lucky to have a wife to help manage the house."
"snort!"
Kawashima Miji's chin was slightly raised, with a bit of pride that is hard to put down.
Fujiwara Izaya moved his lips downwards and gently kissed her eyebrows and eyelashes.
"Stop making trouble..." Kawashima Meiji put her arm on his chest and pushed hard: "The shortage of yellow pine jade is a bit strange. When you see the director of the dispatching department, remember to ask about the situation. Don't just go and talk to him.
Senior sister, make out."
"How can I be intimate with my senior?" Fujiwara Izaya lowered his lips and kissed the tip of her nose, "I was discovered in the underwear store yesterday, and now she wants to kill me so she can immigrate to Mars."
"You deserve it!" Kawashima Miji sneered.
After a moment, she shook her head, trying to get away from Fujiwara Izaya's lips: "No, don't... please, promise not to kiss me without my permission!"
Feeling the twisting body in his arms, Fujiwara Izaya's mind wandered, and his lips slid down to kiss her lips directly.
"Woo..."
"asshole……"
"...The wife is really, well...the wife is really angry..."
Kawashima Miji tensed her body and pushed him, her head twisted around, but her red lips could never break free.
Her heart felt numb, and she felt so good. While protesting symbolically, she was intoxicated in Fujiwara Izaya's arms, unable to control herself.
In a corner of Tokyo where it was raining heavily, a man and a woman were kissing intimately, as if it was a scene from a certain movie.
Pulling out a thread from the corner of his mouth, Kawashima Miki bit her lower lip and stared at Fujiwara Izaya: "You bastard! I didn't see you so helpless at first, so... Phew... Why are you becoming more and more shameless...
"
"I learned from you." Fujiwara Izaya chuckled and hugged her body, "Ma'am, please don't be so reserved. I really liked the way you tried to seduce me when I first met you."
"……you!"
Kawashima Miji was almost angered to death by this sentence.
Feeling that whatever she said would make him laugh, she quickly closed her eyes and curled up in Juzhi's arms, motionless. This time she fell asleep quickly, with satisfaction, fatigue, and longing for the future.
Fujiwara Izaya wasn't sleepy at first, but it was pouring rain outside, and he was holding the warm body of the peerless enchantress in his arms. It was a waste not to sleep for a while, so he closed his eyes and rested, and slowly fell asleep.
When I woke up, it was five o'clock in the afternoon.
Kawashima Miji also woke up at the same time, rubbed her eyes, and asked lazily: "What time is it now?"
"It's just two minutes past five o'clock." Fujiwara Izaya looked at the clock on the wall.
"Is it too late to go now?" Kawashima Meiji asked in his arms.
"Yes." Fujiwara Izaya nodded, "The official content will be at seven o'clock in the evening, there is still time."
As he spoke, he hugged Kawashima Miji again, feeling her body temperature and rubbing his palms on her back.
"Be serious!"
Kawashima Miji shrugged her shoulders as if she was ticklish.
In this way, Fujiwara Izaya became more interesting, so he tickled her like an itch.
"Stop..." Kawashima Miji shouted, "I hate it, stop it."
Fujiwara Izaya started playing pranks and put his hands between her armpits and abdomen. Kawashima Miki twisted her body and struggled and said: "It's so itchy, don't bully me!"
"I just want to bully you."
"Asshole, don't be so proud. Believe it or not, I will bite you to death."
“Aren’t you afraid of missing teeth?”
"Ahhhh, I hate it——"
The expression on Miji Kawashima's face was unforgiving, but deep down in her heart she hoped to stay on the sofa and play like this for the rest of her life.
It's just that this is her wishful thinking, time is passing by bit by bit.
After a while, Kawashima Miji grabbed his wrist with both hands and looked at his watch.
"What time is it?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"About half past five..."
"It's almost time, I have to get up..."
"Yeah, there's a traffic jam on the road, and we have to leave." Although Kawashima Miki understood in her heart, she felt a little reluctant to leave. She lay on Fujiwara Izaya's chest for the last few minutes, and then pushed him off the sofa with her head: "Drive me
Let’s go to the car and hurry up.”
"With such heavy rain outside the window, your Ferrari may not be able to outrun this little wolf."
Fujiwara Izaya smiled and joked, uu read books www.uukanshu.com and walked to the window to look at the rain curtain.
In Tokyo in the rain, lights were lit everywhere, reflecting the misty halo through the rain.
"At least Ferrari won't let you get wet!" Kawashima Miji muttered, stood up, pulled up her collar, pulled down the hem of her short skirt to cover her thighs, and came to the floor-to-ceiling window.
"The city of Tokyo is so beautiful after being washed by the rain." Izaya Fujiwara looked down at the streets of Tokyo.
Kawashima Miji nodded: "Hmm."
"I have an idea," Fujiwara Izaya put his hand on her shoulder, "I want to run with my wife on the street without an umbrella or a raincoat."
"..."
Kawashima Meiji thought to herself, you are childish, don’t drag me along.
"Haha, you definitely don't want to, but from now on I can play with my children like this."
"Who and you..."
Before Kawashima Miki finished speaking, Fujiwara Izaya took her hand and pulled her into his arms.
"Hey, don't always carry out raids!" Kawashima Miji cursed dissatisfiedly, her face quietly pressed against his shoulder.
Looking at her snow-white neck, Fujiwara Izaya said: "Would you like to go together?"
"...Forget it." Looking at the rain outside the window, Kawashima Miji lowered her head, "They are all clergy, why am I going to join in the fun by running a custom shop?"
"After your miko registration procedures are completed, can we go to the regular meeting together?"
Hearing his question, Kawashima Miji's eyelashes trembled and she whispered: "Okay."
"My wife is so beautiful!" Fujiwara Izaya lifted her hair, looked at her blushing cheeks, and gave her a farewell kiss.