The yacht rolled up the water in a spiral and sailed on the Pacific Ocean.
At noon, the weather was calm, and after reading for a while, Fujiwara Izaya felt a little sleepy. It seemed like a summer afternoon when no matter what you do, you have to give up halfway. In this case, don't finish anything.
Sneak back from the deck and walk into Miss Mei Kee's room.
The comfort of a woman taking a nap in the summer has not been affected.
When I looked closer, there was a little sweat on her skin, and her abdomen, which contained all kinds of possibilities, rose and fell slightly with her breathing in sleep, like a sail that was pregnant with a beautiful, plump body.
"Miss Meiji." Fujiwara Izaya knelt down and leaned over to smell the tip of her beautiful nose.
Between the face and the face, the breath is shared without any hindrance.
Feeling a little itchy, Kawashima Miji opened her eyes.
Eyes merge.
Fujiwara Izaya said as if he was taking credit: "I resisted the temptation just now, please praise me."
"Well..." Kawashima Miji turned over and gave up her position.
Fujiwara Izaya flicked off his shoes, flipped them up and hugged her from behind.
"Let me sleep for a while..." Kawashima Miji said lazily, patting his restless hand gently.
Fujiwara Izaya would not listen to her.
In less than a minute, he skillfully took off Miss Meiji's top. Her smooth skin was fully exposed to the sun, revealing a rustic pink color like mountain cherry buds, and the tiny beads of sweat.
Like the dew on the leaves in the morning.
"Stop making trouble..." Kawashima Miji's voice sounded very tired.
"As you command!" Fujiwara Izaya said nicely, but he hugged her and turned her around so that she could face him, so that he could fully appreciate her proud body. She stood tall and majestic, yet elegant and physical.
The skin on both sides is plump and tight, as if illuminated by light, and the skin's delicateness has reached its peak. Fujiwara Izaya suddenly thought of the scene when watching the sunrise in the town of Jinyin - the blushing sun appeared.
On the top of the mountain, the quiet but tempting color is a poisonous color specially prepared for being held in the mouth.
"Don't always act like a child..."
Kawashima Miji choked, her eyelashes flickered a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Being hugged by Fujiwara Izaya, she pushed him a few times but did not push him away. She could only let him eat uncomfortably. After a while, she felt that something serious would happen if this continued, so she pushed Fujiwara Izaya away with all her strength.
He looked around his head and asked, "Where's the little spider?"
"It's floating at the stern of the boat." Fujiwara Izaya could only move it with his hands.
"Why?" Kawashima Miji put her arms around his neck and quietly closed her eyes.
That thing was like a squirrel raising its cunning little head, and he was using it to play sweet pranks.
"Tie the side of the boat with spider silk, and then float and glide on the water like a surfer." Fujiwara Izaya's throat became increasingly thirsty, and he stopped and crossed his hands to hug her back, "Madam, please help me."
Feeling his abundant energy now, Kawashima Meimei's face turned red and her eyes trembled involuntarily: "Not now! Let go! Don't move your hands or feet! If you dare to move now, I'm not done with you!"
While speaking, she twisted her body and struggled twice.
"I didn't say I wanted it now..." Fujiwara Izaya tightened his arms and refused to let go of her. He moved his neck forward and placed his lips on her ears: "Besides, you can use other parts of your body instead...
"
As the hot air penetrated her ears, Kawashima Miji's body slowly calmed down, and she said "hmm" with a straight face, and then said: "You can do whatever you like, anyway, don't expect me to cooperate."
"Are you sure?"
"...I regretted it."
"It's already too late." Fujiwara Izaya hugged her and smiled, then turned over and sat up with his butt on her belly.
Kawashima Miji glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.
His face was expressionless, as if he acquiesced, but also seemed a little scared when he saw it for the first time.
"Do you think I agree without saying anything?" Fujiwara Izaya asked with a smile.
That expression was as repulsive as it was possible. Kawashima Miji turned her head and glanced out the window, not looking at him at all and making no sound.
"Let's do some foreplay first." Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and kissed her.
"Hey, wait!" Kawashima Meiji quickly stopped him and lowered his gaze: "...Is this okay?"
“You’ll know after you try it.”
"What if it's not possible?"
"Then move to another place, such as the back..."
"..." Kawashima Mi remembered that she contracted her sphincter subconsciously, and then covered her face with her hands, leaving only her lips exposed.
I still remember that when we first met, every time I wanted to kiss her, she would shyly cover her face to prevent him from kissing her. For Fujiwara Izaya, that was a very interesting memory. He lowered his head and aimed at Miss Meiji.
Kissed her deeply...
"Well...well...don't you want that..."
Kawashima Miji didn't know what he wanted to do now. He just covered his face and couldn't do other actions.
After a long time, her lips pulled away from her, and Fujiwara Izaya looked down at her. Her charming figure under her bright red face and messy hair, her lazy and charming aura was even better than before.
I'm no longer satisfied with kissing.
He grabbed Kawashima Miji's hands and asked her to cover his chest.
Seeing her docile and cooperative look, Fujiwara Izaya sat up a little higher. The breathing between Kawashima Meimei's lips was a little faster. She was probably also very nervous.
Not long after, it started successfully.
"Mrs."
"……What?"
"Charming eyes."
"..." Kawashima Meiji was so embarrassed that she quickly covered her eyes and nose with the back of her right hand as a remedy.
After losing one hand, the front was a little loose, so Fujiwara Izaya had to use his own two hands to make up for it, and then continued to push upward.
"...Don't." Kawashima Miji's body trembled directly.
"Do you want to spend the rest of your life?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"Yes." Kawashima Meiji covered her face and nodded.
"No cover."
"..."
"I just like my wife's shy look."
"...Spare me, get out! I'll get dressed!" Kawashima Miji said with a trembling voice.
"Why don't you bite..."
"Go away——"
With a bang, Fujiwara Izaya was kicked out of the bed.
"You can't do those things in advance!" Kawashima Miji's unquestionable voice came from the bed.
Fujiwara Izaya got up and said while lifting his pants: "Remember to change Olaf's swimsuit later, otherwise I will get in there myself."
"I know -" Kawashima Miji lifted the quilt, covered her chest and glared at him impatiently, "I want to put on clothes! Get out of here!"
After looking at that charming body, Fujiwara Izaya hesitated.
Kawashima Miji's face turned cold, she picked up her shirt and covered it in front of her body, intending to go to the bathroom next to her.
"I'm coming too." Fujiwara Izaya chased after him.
At the door of the bathroom, he held Miss Xia Meiji in his arms again. With her slight struggle, the two stumbled into the bathroom. In front of the sink, Miss Meiji's mouth was once again captured and they continued to kiss.
.
"You...uh...let go!"
Ignoring her struggles, Fujiwara Izaya put her on the dressing table, spread her legs and let her sit flat on the counter.
"...bastard!" Kawashima Miji covered her face. When her body softened, she put her legs behind his back and let him kiss her.
There was a turbulence in the air from behind.
The snow girl, surrounded by frost, floated in.
Those sapphire-like eyes looked at the owner curiously.
"...Ugh, Fujiwara!" Kawashima Miji's delicate body froze and she whimpered, "Xue Bao is here, let me go first..."
Ever since she took on the role of a hostess, she had strictly forbidden Fujiwara Izaya from touching the two little ones, and she had also taken care of their daily lives as a godmother... Now, she doesn't let the little ones go, but she herself
It's so shameful to be caught stealing food...
"You are not allowed to look at Xuebao!" Fujiwara Izaya confessed.
The snow girl then turned away aggrievedly.
"...Woo!" The skin on Kawashima Miji's neck was as red as the sunset.
She covered her face tightly so that no one could see her current expression.
Fujiwara Izaya felt that she must be more beautiful than ever before.
But with her face covered, he could only see her eyebrows furrowed in pain, her lips slightly opened and she was breathing heavily. After a long time, she screamed loudly, which startled Xuebao.
Fujiwara Izaya opened the bathroom window.
The sea breeze blows in, Kawashima Miji's eyelids tremble slightly, her cheeks to chest are slightly red, and her eyes are misty, which makes people feel a sense of accomplishment.
The snow girl floated over and looked at Kawashima Miji's expression for a long time.
"..." Kawashima Mei remembered and avoided looking away.
"Do you feel okay?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
This question was purely unnecessary, as his reaction just now could not have been more obvious... Kawashima Miji turned her head and stared at him fiercely, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
The answer is of course yes, but Miss Mei Kee is ashamed to say it out loud and has a bit of a rebellious mentality at work.
"It's your turn this time." Fujiwara Izaya took her down and sat on the dressing table.
"..." Kawashima Miji glanced at the snow girl floating next to her, and gently bit her lower lip with her neat teeth. After a slight twitch for a few seconds, she hummed inaudibly.
There is no way...
Since he was like that, Miss Mei Ke could only reciprocate politely.
The snow girl floated to the dressing table and sat down, tilting her head to look at the enjoying owner.
She was still wearing a blue and white skirt, tied with a belt around her waist, which outlined her good figure. In the midsummer, her naturally fair skin was like frozen ice, exuding a hint of coolness.
In order not to teach the child bad things, Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to hold her upper body over and whisper in her ear.
"Remember to forget what you just saw."
The snow girl blinked her blue eyes.
Why should he forget the image of eating his master... Xuebao didn't understand that, so he could only shake his head slightly. Under the silver-white hair that covered his ears, his little ears emerged like a distant scenery. His moist, vivid eyes, glowing
With ice crystal luster.
"A snow baby who listens to his master is a good snow baby." Fujiwara Izaya gently patted her cold spine and smelled the coolness on her hair, "Just like Meiji's mother, she is becoming more and more obedient.
."
Kawashima Miji was so angry that she bit him hard.
"Hiss——" Fujiwara Izaya took a breath of cold air in pain.
Yuki Onna pointed at Kawashima Meiji.
That doubtful look in his eyes seemed to be saying, "Is she still a good shikigami even after she eats you?".
"Don't look at it." Fujiwara Izaya turned her head right again.
The snow girl curled her lips to express her grievance.
However, Olaf has always been the best-behaved, and her slight dissatisfaction quickly dissipated. She lay quietly on her master's shoulders, enjoying his embrace after more than a month. Olaf's inner world is as pure and flawless as her appearance.
As long as she can be by her master's side and have popsicles to eat every day, that's all she has.
Time slips away quietly.
After more than half an hour, Kawashima Miji stood up and wiped the corners of her mouth.
Fujiwara Izaya had never seen her with such a graceful posture.
The beauty with a classical charm is lowering her head gently and dexterously wiping her lips with her fingertips. She is smiling and savoring the taste, just like the ingenious lady in ancient times who was carefully inspecting the girl after finishing it.
Finished product.
"Do you want to rinse your mouth?" Fujiwara Izaya asked thoughtfully.
Kawashima Miji shook her head, her throat twitching slightly.
Her cheeks were still red and there was a sense of exhaustion. Fujiwara Izaya moved to the right, letting her sit on the dressing table to rest, and then naturally put his right hand around her shoulders.
The sea breeze kept pouring in through the window, and the waves stirred up by the rear of the yacht were as elegant and refined as dragging a floor-length skirt.
Kawashima Meiji is as docile as a puppy at this moment.
Fujiwara Izaya just now felt like he was soaking in a hot spring with red rose petals sprinkled on the water. The water temperature was surprisingly high. It was very hot and comfortable to soak in. And the water was very shallow, covering his neck. It was sweet and refreshing.
The scent of roses and the warm spring water gave him an out-of-body comfort.
"Do you like it?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
This question is unnecessary... Kawashima Miji impatiently pushed his shoulder.
If the empress, who keeps her integrity like a jade, didn't like to do such embarrassing things, she would be asking questions knowingly.
"Do you like it or not?" Fujiwara Izaya asked again.
This time, Kawashima Miji looked at him sideways and quickly replied: "I don't like it."
The tone is very arrogant.
"Duplicity." Fujiwara Izaya stared at her face.
"..." Kawashima Miji secretly spat at him, and pinched his waist with her little hands and twisted it hard, "I seem to have fallen into your trap!"
"Where!" Fujiwara Izaya gritted his teeth in pain, "I am the one who fell into your trap. From the beginning, you were planning to gain my land. Now not only is the land yours, but my body is also yours...
…”
"You are a bad guy anyway."
"But the responsibility is yours."
"In me?"
"Because it's so fun to bully Miss Meiji."
"Next time, I'll let you know how powerful the empress is!" Kawashima Meiji cursed in shame, wearing a wrinkled top, feeling lazy and sleepy. She originally wanted to come down and go out to enjoy the sea breeze, but she turned red again.
Qiao Rong was slumped and half leaning on him, the muscles of her cheeks were still numb.
Fujiwara Izaya glanced at his watch, it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon.
Miss Meiji was a little tired now, but she couldn't bear to go back to bed, so she lay on his shoulder and enjoyed the rare intimate time. Fujiwara Izaya took advantage of it and asked again: "I like it, right?"
"Didn't I say I hate it?" Kawashima Miji's arrogant tone was still not as compromising as Sihao's.
"Then why do you look like..."
"Why am I so easily fooled?"
Regarding Miss Meiji's masochistic tone, Fujiwara Izaya felt more and more that she was innocent and cute, so he stretched his hand from behind to her chest.
I don’t know why, in front of her, he always looks like a rude man, and occasionally a little careless. If in front of other women, he is a white shirt, smooth and dazzling, without shadows. Then
In front of Miss Meiji, he was like the grease on his collar stained by his spirit, the wrinkles on his back, the holes exposing his skin, etc., full of calculations and conspiracies.
Kawashima Miji also knows this.
She is the empress, and any man will regard conquering the empress as an achievement. Moreover, she was the one who first seduced him, and now she is possessed by him. It can only be said that she gave him something to take advantage of. In this regard, she
Nothing was done. The so-called dignity and reserve of the empress, under the powerful mountain god and his gentleness, were just confetti on the tour.
The reason why she has always been arrogant in front of him is not because she feels insulted, but out of a subtle sense of shame. It is this sense of shame that constitutes the relationship between her and Fujiwara Izaya, which is full of fun.
It can be said that for Miss Meiji, who has a bit of ancient heritage and is quiet and comfortable, tsundere is the best part of her.
If the two of them don't talk, Olaf won't be able to talk.
She just stretched out her little hand and gently touched her master's cheek.
ah!
Her palms were small and tender, feeling cool and refreshing, and so soft... Fujiwara Izaya suddenly thought of a serious question. If Xuebao was allowed to swim in the water, would she freeze the sea water?
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At three o'clock in the afternoon, the yacht stopped at the edge of a small island.
There was a few hundred meters away from the shore. Fujiwara Izaya came to the deck and looked out at the island. The sea was hazy and hazy, and the ships in the distance were vague. The silhouettes of the mountains on the island could be vaguely seen.
The scorching sun is gentler, and the sea is calm in August.
The women were all changing into swimsuits in the cabin, and Fujiwara Izaya was holding a whole coconut, drinking and waiting.
The sun is hidden behind thin clouds, like a bright white silkworm cocoon.
On the infinitely stretched arc-shaped horizontal line, two seabirds soared in the sky like expanding light spots, approaching quickly. Both seabirds were holding an envelope on their feet.
One is from my aunt, and the other is from Dark Crow.
The clouds were misty and the sky was clear. Izaya Fujiwara drank coconut juice and lazily opened the letter and checked it.
My aunt has returned to the small town of Kamigakure. In her letter, she briefly talked about the preparations for the Shimoyama God Festival, focusing on the beautiful clothes of the Yamagami Lady. She said she was going to sew three sets, one for her and one for Kasahara Fuka-Eri.
A set from Kawashima Meiji. As for who among the three ladies of the Mountain God can take the lead that night, it all depends on their ability. At the end, the aunt even confidently stated that the first time for the Lady of the Mountain God must be hers.
.
The letter from Dark Crow reports on the work content of more than a month.
Fujiwara Izaya gave him two tasks. The first was to protect Miss Yukino. While protecting her, Dark Crow also secretly followed Miss Meiji into and out of the Furukawa Hall several times, and even found out the top secret that she was Mrs. Furukawa's former maid.
Information. In the letter, she also revealed that the Furukawa Kaikan will send people to participate in the Mountain God Festival, and Miss Yukino may also be among them.
The second mission is for him to investigate Miss Jingxia at [Oasis Couple Teahouse]. Since the time limit for the second mission is still short, Gouzi has not found any useful information yet.
Fujiwara Izaya tore up the letter and threw it into the sea, silently thinking about a question.
Miss Yukino is most likely a monster, but what kind of monster is she... If she is a human, he will still have some scruples, but if she is a monster, he will be more interested. After all, the monsters from the mysterious force of Furukawa Kaikan are not simple.
.
At 3:30 in the afternoon, the fish scale clouds became thinner.
As the sun turns dark, the sea surface becomes listless, and waves appear everywhere like tiny oriole-yellow skirts.
At this time, women wearing swimsuits came out of the cabin one after another.
Fujiwara Izaya stared at the blue sea in front of him.
How could a gentleman like him look at the beauties in swimsuits? Besides, it’s not like he’s never seen all kinds of swimsuits and big white legs, so there’s no need... Well, deep
Eri, why don't you wear it?
The original excitement cooled down a bit, and Fujiwara Izaya glared at Kasahara Fuka-Eri, who was still wearing police officer uniform.
But Fuka-Eri had no intention of introspection at all. She lay expressionlessly on the recliner, opened a book and covered her face... in a completely non-immersive manner.
Fujiwara Izaya was very sorry and had to look at the others.
"Senior, let's dive!" Asuka Kasahara jumped out first.
"Okay, okay." Fujiwara Izaya nodded repeatedly.
"Senior, what do you think of my clothes?" The school girl showed off to her in a bold pose.
She was wearing a yellow ruffled swimsuit, which looked very tropical. Her delicate and tight skin and smooth legs looked like the cover of a beach volleyball game.
"Senior, what do you think?" Kasahara Asuka posed in various poses.
"...the cutest in the world!"
"It's so casual..." The school girl was very dissatisfied with his answer and did not hide her contempt. But the next second, her cunning eyes started to roll again and she pulled behind her.
"So, where is senior sister?"
"Yeah, Asuka doesn't want it!"
The panicked Hoshimi Rinko was suddenly pulled out.
She was wearing a light blue bandeau-style split swimsuit, which exposed her slender legs, smooth belly, and delicate collarbones. Every time she twisted her waist embarrassingly, the skirt of the swimsuit would flutter. In detail
Against the satin-like skin, the bluish hue also looks particularly bright.
"Don't look!" Hoshi saw Rinzi retreating in panic.
While scolding him, she embarrassedly covered important parts of her body with her hands. But to be honest, such actions made her look even more youthful and attractive.
surrender!
Frankly speaking, Fujiwara Izaya's gaze has been firmly attracted.
"Uh... well, you..." Hoshimi Rinko's cheeks turned red, he hesitated and opened her mouth, not very confidently looking down at her toes. Those ten beautiful toes were already curled up in shyness.
Together.
After being with her for a long time, Fujiwara Izaya naturally knew that she wanted to praise her.
The lack of confidence in her eyes clearly meant that she was concerned about the size of her breasts, otherwise she wouldn't keep looking at Asuka Kasahara's chest.
"It suits you very well!" Fujiwara Izaya did not hesitate to praise him, "It has been more than a year, and I finally saw my senior's swimsuit. Now I can die in peace."
"This, that's it...thank you." Hoshimi Rinko smiled shyly, and a big stone in her heart finally fell to the ground.
However, Asuka Kasahara glanced at her breasts, and then showed a proud smile: "Senior is destined to be a loser!"
"What?" Hoshimi Rinko didn't react for a moment.
But Fujiwara Izaya knew it very well, so he stood up and walked towards the schoolgirl silently.
"Look at this." Kasahara Asuka proudly puffed out her chest.
Thanks to her mother's good genes, her well-developed breasts swelled plumply in the summer sun, absorbing all of Fujiwara Izaya's attention.
"……you!"
In an instant, Hoshimi Rinko's entire face turned incredibly red.
Before the war broke out, Fujiwara Izaya walked over quickly, hugged the schoolgirl's waist, and threw her into the sea.
"Plop"
Beautiful water splashes.
Then, Fujiwara Izaya turned around, faced Rinko Hoshimi's fierce gaze, and comforted him: "It's okay, I've already taken care of her. Don't worry, I don't mind this at all."
"...It doesn't matter, I don't mind at all." Hoshimi Rinko's cheeks turned red with anger, she bit her back teeth and muttered, "Shallow, vulgar, and extremely boring... As a woman, smart
A clear mind is the first priority. Besides, a girl’s value is not determined solely by that..."
Even though she was speaking at length, her slightly moist eyes were still full of unwillingness.
On the sea, Asuka Kasahara popped up and shouted: "Senior, come down and dive with Asuka, I will help you teach senior a lesson tonight."
Behind him, the two ladies also came out.
Hoshimi Rinko whispered "I really don't mind at all" again in a low voice. From time to time, her eyes drifted to Mrs. Kasahara's breasts, and she let out a desperate sigh to give up the struggle.
"Fujiwara-kun, what do you think of me?" Mrs. Kasahara was as calm as ever.
She was wearing a black lace swimsuit with red embroidery lines on the fabric, which looked very sexy and sultry. In addition, her figure was almost perfect, with concave and convex collarbones downwards, and plump and bulging breasts that were bigger than her daughter.
A cup. As expected of the Chairman, you are truly a strong and beautiful woman.
Fujiwara Izaya, who was looking at the beautiful scenery, didn't want to talk at all at the moment.
Mrs. Hoshimi on the side is equally good. Under the blue one-piece swimsuit, her skin is fair and transparent, and the lines of her calves are the ultimate aesthetics. Her waist is incredibly slender, and although her breasts are not very material, they are still there.
level.
"Mom." Hoshimi Rinko hid behind her mother a little aggrieved.
"It's okay, Rinzi is so beautiful, you don't have to worry about size at all." Mrs. Hoshimi patted her daughter on the shoulder and comforted her in a gentle voice, "You see, mom is not big, but in terms of temperament, in the world,
And what woman is better than my mother?"
"Completely agree!" Fujiwara Izaya echoed.
"Why don't you praise me?" Mrs. Kasahara walked over and hugged her best friend's arm. The two ladies were shining together in the sun. She asked with a smile: "I or Kamakura Yako, which one is more beautiful?"
"Of course it's Fuka-Eri sister!" Fujiwara Izaya once again used Kasahara Fuka-Eri who was staying out of the matter as a shield.
The two ladies rolled their eyes at him at the same time.
"Put on sunscreen for me." Mrs. Kasahara threw him a bottle of sunscreen and lay down on the deck.
It's finally coming... Fujiwara Izaya's heart tugged, he knelt down and squeezed a little cool cream onto his hand, and slowly applied it on the chairman's snow-white back.
Seen from behind, her small feet, white ankles, elegant calves, and the plump flesh of her thighs are all dazzling and charming. Because the whole body is white and shiny, and she has a stimulating black and red swimsuit, it makes people feel excited.
Collide.
The part hidden under the fabric can create a taboo charm that attracts people's imagination.
On the side, Hoshimi and her daughter are not so thick-skinned, so they can only apply sunscreen on each other.
"Yeah" Mrs. Kasahara called softly.
She screamed on purpose.
Fujiwara Izaya, who was originally calm, immediately felt guilty. Especially when she was wearing this swimsuit and tilted her head to look at her with a dissatisfied and resentful face, her heart beat even more violently.
"Ahem!" Kasahara Fuka-Eri coughed lightly.
"Senior, let go——"
Kasahara Asuka appeared and splashed the sea water up,
Fujiwara Izaya just raised his head, his hair was completely wet from the shower, and large drops of water dripped down his hair... The sea breeze blew gently, and even though the sun was still bright, he felt very comfortable.
"Okay!" He controlled his hand.
"What about the front?" Mrs. Kasahara turned over and looked at him with pleading bunny eyes.
"Wipe it yourself!" Fujiwara Izaya remained calm.
"That's it?" Mrs. Kasahara's tone was very dissatisfied, "I have been looking forward to it for so long, but you backed down just halfway through. It's so disappointing."
If there weren't so many people here... Fujiwara Izaya whispered.
Just when she looked away, Kawashima Miji also came out. She was wearing a white bikini, showing off her slender legs and plump breasts. In addition, after years of continuous exercise, her tight lower abdomen and perky breasts
The buttocks give people a wild charm.
The snow girl on the side also put on a white swimsuit with ruffles.
The exposed skin all over the body is covered with a layer of white snow frost, just like the incarnation of snow. The slender figure matches the subtle chest very well, and the shoulder blades are round and transparent. When the sun shines, they shine like withered ice.
.
These women stood together, and the visual impact was really great... Fujiwara Izaya moved his steps with difficulty, and went over to hold the snow girl's hand, "Master will take you to swim."
The snow girl's eyes stared curiously at the waves on the sea.
The wind blows, the waves rise and fall, and the ever-changing light spots spread out the delicate waves infinitely.
"Like me." Fujiwara Izaya took a diving stance and dove into the water.
Plop.
The water splash is very beautiful.
"Ah..." Snow Girl stood on the deck, her eyes a little scared.
She subconsciously wanted to follow her master, but looking at the bottomless blue water, she was frightened by something she had never seen before.
"Xue Bao, don't be afraid." Miji Kawashima stepped forward and patted her back comfortingly, "The master is waiting for you below, mom... No, I'm watching you from behind too, it's okay.
"
"Come on Xuebao!" The two ladies also encouraged her gently.
Such a gentle, well-behaved, non-noisy and fully automatic air-conditioning girl, no one dislikes her.
The bride who had been playing with the stern of the boat also floated over: "Xue Bao comes down to play with the little spider..."
The snow girl's eyes fell on the sea.
Not long after, Fujiwara Izaya emerged from the water and stretched out his hand: "Yukihime, come to the master."
"Ah..." Xuebao encouraged himself bravely.
Then, she jumped up, and her long silver-white hair drew beautiful arcs in the air.
"Plop!"
Fujiwara Izaya just caught her.
The next second, extremely cold temperatures hit.
"Not good!" What Fujiwara Izaya was worried about happened.
The water surface was visibly covered in mist, and the flow of seawater stopped quickly. In the blink of an eye, Olaf and her owner were frozen.
"You'd better go back to the ship..." Fujiwara Izaya said helplessly.
"..." Xue Nu opened her mouth, but she still couldn't say anything. She whimpered and cried out in grievance.
"Hey, don't cry..."
"Be good, don't cry, I'll save you..."
The two chairmen ran over, melted the ice, and released the snow girl trapped inside. As for Fujiwara Izaya, they didn't even look at it, they just focused on comforting the snow girl who had been wiping her tears with her little hands.
"Let her go to the bride's back." Fujiwara Izaya said while lying on the ice.
"ah!"
The snow girl's clear blue eyes suddenly regained their luster.