The slightest feeling of dryness in his heart was taken away by the cool breeze. Fujiwara Izaya leaned on the fine-grained mahogany railing and looked at the full moon in the sky. The clouds surrounding the moon were cold and gray, and the moon was also cold and gray.
You can feel the autumn mood from it.
At this time, the fireworks have finished and the night sky will no longer be illuminated. The guests begin to focus on the wine and food, and interact with the geishas to talk to each other. They are tipsy and the lanterns are hung high. It is a subtle mixture of joy and excitement.
time.
The snow girl sat cross-legged on the tatami, leaning her head and looking at her master.
The little mouth was depressed, the eyes were slightly sad, and the whole thing looked as listless as grass that had been dried by the sun.
Don't blame Xuebao for being unhappy, it's just because his master is too carefree.
The icy wind suddenly blew again, and as the candle shadow swayed, the water stains on the ground condensed and took shape again. Yukino Riho returned to Fujiwara Izaya's sight. At this time, her whole body was tense with shyness, especially that
The pair of little feet and toes have been tightened and curled since they were condensed, and the equally tight calves reveal beautiful lines. On the insteps as delicate as ice and snow, veins are spread like winding streams, making the pair
Jade feet are even more cool and beautiful.
There was still singing and dancing in the courtyard, and amid the beautiful sounds of silk and bamboo instruments, birds with colorful feathers flew over again, serving a new round of drinks and dishes.
Yukino Riho stood up, took the food basket, and bent down to place it on the table.
Wearing a holy white dress, she has a unique style of bending over and raising her buttocks, especially her long and slender legs, which make her figure tall and attractive.
The blooming cherry blossoms in the candlelight blew the fragrance softly, and the moon shed a moist light on her hair.
Fujiwara Izaya raised his hand and his arm touched Yukino Riho's round shoulder.
His hand slipped, grasped her slender waist, and put her into his arms.
Riho Yukino stared motionlessly at the night sky, with no intention of avoiding it. Probably she had experienced more embarrassing kisses, and the shame caused by the hug was already within the tolerance level.
The head covered by long silver hair was buried motionless in Fujiwara Izaya's chest.
The tip of my nose smelled the slightest hint of coolness, and my eyes looked at the pink cherry blossoms in the distance at the elbow. The woman's body fragrance was more intoxicating than the fragrance of the cherry blossoms. In the dim and lingering candlelight, the cherry blossoms were layered on top of each other, hiding a little secret.
Romantic atmosphere.
Yukino Riho's heart was beating fast.
She was a little worried.
Normally Fujiwara Izaya would often make some unrelated, elegant and witty jokes with her. It was very pleasant to chat with him. But after having this relationship, she was worried that the boy would make fun of her about things between men and women. Then
It was an area she couldn't answer at all.
The evening breeze blew against my face, bringing with it a lonely autumn feeling.
Yukino Riho leaned on his shoulder and was hugged tighter by him. In her white dress and white hair, her figure was so soft and graceful that it was indescribable.
"Isn't it beautiful?" she suddenly asked in a low voice.
The sound penetrated the night, it was quiet and cold, without any impurities.
"The legs are very charming." Fujiwara Izaya tangled his fingers in her long snow-white hair and answered the question.
Yukino Riho pursed her thin lips and looked at Fujiwara Izaya with suspicion: "Are you a leg control?"
"I'm a Yuki Ono." Fujiwara Izaya laughed, his tone was as light as a leisurely flying bird, deliberately appearing a bit frivolous, "Look, I like both Yukino and Yukihime, what would I be if it weren't for Yuki Ono?
?”
"..." Yukino Riho frowned slightly, her face a little cold, as if she was angry.
The snow girl who was listening to their conversation with her head propped up next to her caught the key word "Snow Princess" and thought that the master was calling him, so she immediately came to the master.
Fujiwara Izaya spread out a hand and touched her head.
Xuebao slightly squinted his eyes when his head was touched by his owner, and seemed very comfortable.
Yukino Riho glanced at her, stretched out her hand, and held her in her arms: "You are still a baby."
If we only look at it from the perspective of IQ, Xue Ji is indeed more like a snow boy than a snow girl. But from the appearance point of view, she is 100% mature and is undoubtedly a snow girl.
Yuki-onna hugs Yuki-onna, with two identical faces. The picture is extremely beautiful.
Yukino Riho's silver-white hair is slightly messy, and her face is soft and elegant to the extreme, with a beautiful, quiet and smile.
The snow girl tilted her head slightly, as if wondering why she was smiling.
"Are you my clone?" Riho Yukino gently touched the tip of the snow girl's nose, "Or are we sisters from the same snowflake?"
This question is in vain.
With Xuebao's IQ, he couldn't understand what she was talking about.
The two snow girls were interacting. Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and looked at Yukino Riho. The white skin, which was almost the same color as her hair, was also vaguely glowing with a soft light, and her slightly smiling eyes looked clear and calm, deepening.
The depth of night in Yushan.
"Don't look!" Yukino Riho raised his head and propped up his chin.
With his eyes raised, Fujiwara Izaya saw the palace on the top of the mountain. Among the solemn and huge buildings, there were little candles, and the main building towering like a peak was even more dignified and majestic.
Looking at the place where he had stayed for fifteen years, he slowly said: "Xue Ye, look up and take a look above."
Hearing this, Riho Yukino immediately raised her face.
The clouds are misty and the moon is bright in the sky.
The silver-white roof tiles of the building on the top of Yushan reflect the thin moonlight, and the place as far as you can see seems to be frozen in a long river, with an eternal and quiet beauty.
"What's your relationship with Mr. Mountain God?" Riho Yukino suddenly asked.
"It has something to do with wearing a pair of pants." Fujiwara Izaya answered seriously.
Um.
If it weren't for a wedding, he wouldn't be afraid to tell the truth.
Besides, he didn't lie either.
"You lied to me for a long time..." Yukino Riho's eyelashes trembled slightly. She twitched the corners of her lips and asked softly: "The crow that protects me is your subordinate. In addition to being the priest of Asakusa Shrine, you
What other identity is there?”
"Xueye..."
"Huh? What's wrong?"
"I am a descendant of Chongde, and the current one is the Great Tengu."
"..."
Yukino Riho was stunned for a long time, with a dumbfounded expression.
The cold wind ruffled her hair, and her thoughts were frozen like a thin layer of ice crystals on her skin.
"Priests, Daitengu, humans, monsters...each of them is my true identity." Fujiwara Izaya stretched out his hand with a smile and wiped away the frost on her cheeks, "Like Yukino, I also work hard.
A monster that blends into the human world."
Yukino Riho slowly came back.
"Youkai... Daitengu..." After murmuring a few times, she smiled in a complicated manner, spreading her beautiful eyebrows, and her clear face became more and more charming. She twisted her eyes slightly and stared into Fujiwara Izaya's eyes:
"When I first met you, I was troubled by your status as a priest for a long time..."
"They all have secrets." The tip of Fujiwara Izaya's nose gently touched her hair, and the refreshing fragrance filled her long snow-white hair. "Do you remember the song I sang in Meiji Park?"
"Remember."
"Sing it to me?"
Yukino Riho recalled for a moment, her bright red lips slightly opened.
"Illuminated by the lights of Tokyo,"
"Sadness and hesitation."
"This street,"
"Full of your traces."
In the still noisy environment, the light is a bit dim. A woman in a white dress is sitting in the center of the terrace. Her long silver hair flows down and stretches out on the floor together with her white skirt. Her soft and comfortable voice is mixed in among the people.
In the noise.
White clothes, white hair, white ice muscles and jade bones.
The spotless fairy sang the fairy music.
In the clear and melodious song, the sadness and alienation of the snow girl has disappeared. Instead, it is as natural and soft as a stream, and the ethereal and beautiful voice envelopes everything with warmth, moisturizing everything silently.
As the end of the song came out, Yukino Riho smiled slightly, her eyes demure and elegant.
"It sounds so sweet." Fujiwara Izaya hugged her extremely beautiful body.
"Voice?" Yukino Riho leaned in his arms, looking at her straight legs. The moonlight falling from the sky illuminated her little feet like snow. Fujiwara Izaya put his lips on her forehead: "
The lingering sound lingers and refuses to go away. After listening to this sound, you will feel like a small insect has crawled in from your ears and seeped into your brain, bringing an unusually beautiful and pleasant feeling."
"You speak so delicately, that should be the voice of the fox girl, the snow girl would not be like this..."
"It's not cute, it's sweet... A touch of sadness is filled with the sweetness of love, and it's a bright and gentle emotion. Miss Yukionna, are you in love?"
"How could I..." Yukino Riho's cold eyes couldn't help but have ripples.
Fujiwara Izaya looked into her eyes: "You are just in love, with me."
Yukino Riho blinked blankly.
"Why do you say I'm in love?" she murmured, her expression really incomprehensible.
Rather than saying that she is stupid, it is better to say that she is a truly pure and innocent elf... Such a woman is really clean from the crook of her toes. Fujiwara Izaya's chest felt hot, and he hugged her cold hand with one hand.
Behind her back, the other hand went around her waist, holding her slim and elastic waist.
The white silk dress sank deeply into her flesh.
Yukino Riho shivered slightly and subconsciously curled up her toes.
Her hands were hanging aimlessly on the ground, and she didn't know whether to push him away or embrace him.
"Hold me." Fujiwara Izaya blew into her ear, and the hand on her slender waist slid down to hold up her round buttocks. His fingers subconsciously exerted force, and they suddenly sank into her flesh through the silky fabric.
.
Yukino Riho let out a sound and frowned slightly.
With her mind completely blank, she instinctively put one hand around Fujiwara Izaya's waist and begged for mercy in a soul-stirring voice: "Dah, woo~"
Her whimpering, like a broken string, conveyed her touching charm rapidly.
Maintaining this posture, Fujiwara Izaya asked her: "When you are alone and think about me, you sometimes feel sad. Do you feel like this?"
Yukino Riho's teeth were chattering slightly, and her snow-white hair was stuck to the side of her face without even bothering to straighten it.
"Occasionally," she said, "especially on nights when the moon looks pale, I always feel scared when I think about Fujiwara-kun...Afraid of our hostile relationship, afraid that one day you will get rid of me...I'm not afraid
Death, it’s just... you are a good person. If you really want to get rid of me, you will feel very uncomfortable... especially those days when you went to Minami Izu, I always like to think like this."
"Do you know why?"
"have no idea……"
"Because everyone is looking for a part of themselves that is lacking through love, it is inevitable to worry about gains and losses when thinking about a love partner. It feels like stepping into a nostalgic, ancient and provocative room."
"An ancient nostalgic room in the distance?"
"Not bad." As he said that, Fujiwara Izaya held her hand and lifted up the hem of her white skirt, "Of course, this is a metaphor. Also, this mood was not invented by you, nor is it unique to you.
, so please don’t apply for a patent.”
Yukino Riho, who was a little uneasy at first, was briefly amused by his cold humor.
The white skirt was lifted up, and her calves, as white as new bamboo shoots, were exposed, and the lines were tightly stretched. Fujiwara Izaya felt the soft and warm touch between his fingers, leaning against Yukino Riho's body.
Yukino Riho trembled slightly. She wanted to resist slightly, but Fujiwara Izaya shushed her, so she stopped struggling and became compliant.
"Do you remember the price I paid for the Honda Coyote?"
"Half of your heart..." Yukino Riho's other hand was also attached to his back.
"Yes, from that time on, the other half of my heart has been placed on you."
"Fujiwara, I, you... stop talking..." Yukino Riho's face covered with frost suddenly became a shy red cloud, which was extremely beautiful.
Fujiwara Izaya didn't expect that what he said casually to complete the task at that time could be of such great help now. His cheeks heated up and he said in a hoarse voice: "From that time on, Miss Yukino's figure and appearance...
Sound is very precious to me."
"Don't listen, don't listen!" Yukino Riho's delicate face was full of annoyance.
At this moment, she could clearly see the shamelessness of "elegance" on the face of the boy holding her.
"Why don't you listen?" Fujiwara Izaya curled his fingers into the ends of her hair.
Yukino Riho's eyes followed his fingertips, her pretty face looked solemn and slightly annoyed: "At that time, I only thought you were a human, so I wanted to repay your kindness... If I knew you were a monster, I would have definitely stayed away.
"
"If I were a human, I wouldn't dare to approach you." Fujiwara Izaya smiled meaningfully.
"..."
Probably remembering her innate physique, Yukino Riho blushed and lowered her head, her eyes twinkling.
"It's okay now. I'm a big tengu. You shouldn't have that worry anymore, right?" Fujiwara Izaya pulled up her long hair with his hands, exposing all her fair forehead. He kissed it and said softly:
"Miss Yukino, let's fall in love with me——"
"Don't do this to me..."
"You are not a fool."
"...I am just a stupid woman."
"Forget it, you better listen to me. I have a pretty good personality, but I'm not that kind to just anyone. I like Miss Xueye and I like Miss Xueye, so I want you to stay with me all the time.
Let’s put it this way, as long as I am alive, I will always greet every day I spend with you with the greatest enthusiasm.”
Yukino Riho leaned against him and remained silent.
For a moment, she didn't know what to do. She wanted to say something, but something seemed to be blocked in her throat and she couldn't speak out. Immediately, she felt a slight dizziness. Because no one had ever said anything to her in her life.
I have said this, even just once.
The wind blew out the clouds, and half of the moon was covered.
The waves in the clouds are very small, slightly raised, and broken slightly.
"Hey, say something, Miss Yukino."
"I don't know what to say..." Yukino Riho said weakly.
Her expression was very embarrassed, as if she had been forced into a corner where she had no choice. It was really lovable to see her.
"Tell me about your story." Fujiwara Izaya's hand kept pinching her earlobe.
"What's the matter with me?" Yukino Riho didn't push him away, she was as obedient as a docile lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
"What do you hate?"
"I hate out-of-control fires, lonely nights in April, and the spittle that flies during quarrels."
"Why April?"
"The snow has melted since April, and I don't like it."
"What do you like?"
"Well...a lot."
"Like the annoying things, here are three examples."
"The cigarette butts that were not extinguished, um... the high heels with broken heels, and... let me think about it," Riho Yukino paused, looking up at him with a charming smile, "a playboy."
"I hate playboys too." Fujiwara Izaya hugged her tighter again.
She was originally tall and beautiful, but when she was firmly held in the boy's arms, she looked a little petite and exquisite.
"Since you hate it, then slap him twice." Yukino Riho's eyes flashed with a smile, and she slowly and leisurely pushed her long hair behind her ears, pursing her lips coldly and indifferently, "Be stronger, and don't use your hands.
Show mercy."
"Come here in person." Fujiwara Izaya grabbed her little hand and patted his face twice.
Yukino Riho rolled her eyes at him angrily.
The wind blew from the valley, the clouds in the sky parted, and a ray of moonlight fell onto the terrace.
This ray of moonlight happened to fall on her shoulders, as cold as a veil of silk.
At this extremely warm moment, Fujiwara Izaya didn't want to break it by saying anything, he just held her quietly and watched the scenery together. The river outside the railing was gurgling and the night was quiet, creating a splendid scene from far and near.
The lights stretched along the coast, the buildings were lined up row after row, and the noise reached into the sky.
The fireworks have gone off, and the performances on each stage have reached the most exciting part. The dark guests in the venue gathered and dispersed, going to the Zhongyi stage to watch the performance. Yukino Riho half-opened her eyes and lowered her eyelids, as if taking a nap.
So tired after that.
Across from her gaze, two dignified women in brown kimonos were leaning on the railing and intoxicated in the evening breeze. One was wearing a small pattern kimono with a cherry blossom background and a Nagoya obi with an ink pattern around her waist. She had a petite and graceful figure and a beautiful face.
Like the full moon. The other one was dressed gorgeously, with a slightly higher nose bridge and thin lips with a sneer. The two of them had been chatting about something, with very exaggerated expressions, one in shock and one in deceit.
"Look at them." Riho Yukino pointed.
Fujiwara Izaya looked over and saw the cherry blossoms blooming in August illuminated by candlelight. Monsters walked by the river in twos and threes and greeted the gorgeous geishas. The two geishas were obviously enjoying being sought after. They were addicted to perfume and silk.
In the fiery gazes with the opposite sex...this subtle malice and charming bad intentions are their nature.
"I have met many geishas in the guild hall." Riho Yukino withdrew her gaze and admired her beautiful feet together, "I'm not saying they are not good...it's just that I am different from them. Yukino
Once you know who you belong to in your heart, you will love him unswervingly until death... It is impossible for you and me to go smoothly..."
"What are you worried about?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"Uh, there's no need to ask..." Yukino Riho blushed and bumped her head against him, "Of course I'm worried that with your philandering character, you'll eventually abandon me."
Fujiwara Izaya looked at her like an idiot.
"What's wrong?" Yukino Riho was slightly embarrassed.
"Are you too unsure of your own charm?" Fujiwara Izaya pushed her away slightly. When he saw her silver-haired shawl, he picked up her belt and tore it off. "How cruel do you have to be?
I can't think of a way to think of you as a person who always gives up on you."
"Who knows." Yukino Riho snorted.
"Don't you know how to freeze?" Fujiwara Izaya grabbed her hair on the back of her head and tied it into twin tails with two belts. "If I give up in the end, freeze me and eat my hair."
My heart feels better."
"Eat your heart!" Yukino Riho stretched out her hand and grabbed his chest. Then she chuckled again and shook her head: "No, I can't beat you, and I can't eat it."
When she shook her head, two extremely long twin ponytails swayed behind her head.
A hairstyle usually only used by little girls appears on Yukino Riho's mature body, suddenly adding a bit of cuteness.
"So cute!" Fujiwara Izaya took her into his arms again.
Yukino Riho's face turned redder and redder, lowered her head, and reminded him softly: "You must add your name."
"Yukino-san, you're so cute."
"How cute is that?" Riho Yukino narrowed her eyes slightly satisfied.
"A degree of -273.15c."
"Um?"
"Absolute zero."
"No, I know that, it's just..." Yukino Riho raised her face and looked at her in disbelief: "I have never heard such an interesting metaphor."
"Want to hear more?"
"...Think about it."
"In what way?"
"For example," Yukino Riho's eyes flickered, then lowered his head, raising the corners of his mouth shyly and expectantly, "What do you like..."
"It's hard to say."
Yukino Riho felt angry.
The next second, Fujiwara Izaya breathed into her ear: "I like you like a crow turned into a writing desk."
"Why did the crow turn into a writing desk?"
"Why can't it change?"
"...There is no reason."
"Yes, you don't need a reason to like Miss Yukino."
"..." Yukino Riho was stunned for a moment, her thoughts in a trance, and her little hands with no place to place looked a bit funny and extremely cute.
Fujiwara Izaya raised her chin and leaned her face towards her
Yukino Riho timidly avoided her face, but Fujiwara Izaya also turned his head and kissed her firmly.
Ice cold lips.
"...Woo." Yukino Riho's eyes were filled with waves, and she timidly closed her mouth tightly.
Fujiwara Izaya was not in a hurry.
Enjoying the soft touch of her lips, when her body was about to melt due to the high temperature, the tip of her tongue that had been shyly retracted inside was revealed as she slowly opened her mouth.
The second time they kissed, Yukino Riho learned to clumsily cater to her.
She was so stupid that she was really cute... Fujiwara Izaya hugged her a little tighter.
Yukino Riho looks a little slender, but she feels plump in her arms. The curves of her hips are elastic, her abdomen is pure and soft, and the line from her ears to her neck is slender, revealing a mature charm.
The moon meets the clouds, the flowers meet the gentle wind, and the night sky tonight is beautiful.
A beauty with the same color as the moon is more beautiful.
Fujiwara Izaya slowly let go of his arms and pushed the white skirt up his thigh with one hand.
Yukino Riho was stunned for a moment, her lips half-opened: "What are you..."
Then she quickly reached out to cover her red lips. At this point, even though she had never experienced those things, her instinct had already taught her how to face them.
The wind blew a large cloud and covered the moon.
The moonlight became dim, Fujiwara Izaya raised his hand to extinguish the candlelight, and then opened the screen to block the terrace.
Children were not allowed to watch, so Xuebao, who had been hanging up all night, was also driven outside to watch.
"This can't be done..."
"Too fast..."
Yukino Riho straightened up and whispered softly into his ear, begging.
"Leave it to me," Fujiwara Izaya held her waist and pulled this spotless enchantress up. "Leave everything in the future to me..."
Yukino Riho opened her mouth and snorted.
I don't know if she refused or objected, but in any case, she quickly knelt on the terrace, closed her eyes, and tilted her smooth and white neck back slightly.
Things are so ridiculous.
It was so ridiculous that she didn't know how to face it.
Under the hazy moonlight, Yukino Riho pursed her lips tightly and said nothing. She just lay down quietly, intending to endure it silently no matter what, and just be a submissive young lady.
But Fujiwara Izaya didn't want to let her go like this, so he held her shoulders and asked, "Say something, Miss Yukino."
"I never dreamed that this would happen..." Yukino Riho's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.
"I didn't expect that either."
"...Isn't this your premeditation?"
Yukino Riho's throat began to tremble.
"I never thought it would happen so quickly." Fujiwara Izaya took his hands off her shoulders and grabbed the twin ponytails he had tied himself, "Probably...beauties and the moon have been romantic since ancient times, so that's why..."
"What are you talking about..." Yukino Riho suddenly trembled, then covered her lips and whined a few times in pain, "Why didn't you inform me that I was cheated again..."
"Absolutely not." Fujiwara Izaya said in her ear, "I will remember every word I said tonight deeply in my heart. By the way..." He suddenly let go of his hand, took out his phone and clicked on it.
After a few seconds, he handed it to her: "I will introduce you to a teacher."
The moment she saw the screen, Yukino Riho's body trembled slightly.
He actually showed Yuki-onna the book of the widow Yuki-onna!
This big tengu...he, how could he be so bad!
Embarrassed and confused, Yukino Riho tensed up due to pain, and her eyebrows were full of struggle as traced by a paintbrush. Her long silver twin ponytails were floating on her back, making her look like a person who was being disciplined and punished.
She is a girl, but her face carries a cold beauty that transcends the world.
"Watch well and study hard!"
"I don't want..."
"Look how nice they are."
"It's so embarrassing..."
The mountain breeze blew in at night, blowing her soft voice and the water stains on her cheeks into the night.
"..." The submissive Mrs. Yukina pressed her lips tightly together, and the skin all over her body was seeping out droplets of melted frost water. A few strands of silver hair were stuck to her snow-white cheeks, making them almost indistinguishable.
Her spirit was in high tension.
Sensing the sudden change in her body's voice, her thoughts drifted away from her body and floated to the bright moon with the wind.
When she came back to her senses, Yukino Riho opened her eyes slightly and looked at Fujiwara Izaya with wandering eyes, showing a trace of confusion. There was a lingering charm on her beautiful face, which was so red that it made people feel frightened.
"Yukino-san." Fujiwara Izaya whispered in her ear, "From now on, I will walk hand in hand with you."
Yukino Riho hummed feebly, and there was even a drop of crystal tears in her clear and moving eyes. Fujiwara Izaya wiped away the tears, slowly leaned down, and pressed his lips against hers.
The snow girl who had just drifted in immediately heard her master's voice, "Get out."
Xuebao curled his lips.
Staring at the owner and the other snow girl who were entangled like octopuses, Xuebao turned around with his head lowered, floated out of the screen and continued to watch the door.
"Fujiwara..." Yukino Riho hugged him tightly with both hands and dug her fingertips into his back, "The snow is about to melt again..."
The dim moonlight covered her body. She was pure and beautiful, but also had a bit of unprecedented charm. Fujiwara Izaya couldn't get enough of it no matter how he looked at her.
Fortunately, she did not melt into water again due to the demonic power sent by Fujiwara Izaya.
The slightly reddened snow-white skin was blessed by the royal family's inheritance and gradually exuded a wonderful fragrance. An epiphyllum carved from ice crystals bloomed beautifully in the dark night.
Olaf floated back for the second time.
There was silence on the terrace, the long silver hair reflected the moonlight, and the figures were graceful and quiet.
Waiting for the afterglow to dissipate, Yukino Riho was lying on her back, her long hair spread out underneath her body. She seemed to be lying on the snow at the moment, her cold temperament mixed with more and more charm, purity and charm appeared in the
Being in the same body is irresistible.
"Xue Ji, go out——"
?
Xuebao feels wronged!
"Snow treasure..." Yukino Riho glanced at the back of the snow girl with some guilt, and then turned to glare at Fujiwara Izaya. As her chest heaved violently, her expression became colder and colder, and her demonic power had increased to a certain extent.
"How should you call me?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at her with interest.
The snow-white and fragrant skin has a red color, just like plum blossoms blooming in the snow.
Yukino Riho bit her lip and tried to defend the Yuki Onna's reserve as the last resistance. But when Fujiwara Izaya didn't move for a long time, she pushed his shoulder angrily. The Yuki Onna's physique finally defeated the Yuki Onna's reserve.
.
The night became darker and darker, and the noise of Shenyin Town gradually subsided.
In the small town where the lights are always on, only the wind blows through the cherry trees from time to time, making a sound like many people sweeping the floor with brooms. The moon is still hiding behind the clouds. They are not thick and dense clouds. Each one is as smooth and smooth as a girl.
.
One night, Olaf walked back and forth between the terrace and the screen five times.
Fortunately, after the fifth time, after Yukino Riho put down her dignity and begged for help, Olaf was able to sit next to her master again. Fujiwara Izai also felt tired, and he hugged Yukino Riho's body, feeling her everlasting
With her hot body temperature, she doesn't look like a snow girl at all.
Yukino Riho leaned her head in his arms, and the fragrance of some kind of flower lingered in her nose.
Thinking of her embarrassing appearance just now, her expression became colder and colder. But her body refused to listen to her brain. Each beautiful toe was spread out, and her thighs were plump and smooth and rounded under the moonlight.
Fujiwara Izaya raised his head slightly and met her still blurred eyes: "What should Miss Yukino call me in the future?"
Yukino Riho was a little angry, but she managed to maintain a cold expression and said: "Same as before."
"Call me husband." Fujiwara Izaya reminded her.
"..."
"You can also call me husband if you're cheesy."
"..." Yukino Riho couldn't help but scream, she could only curl up in his arms and listen to his lingering heartbeat. Although she still couldn't figure out what love was, she just fell into the feeling of spring-like luxury and laziness.
, she didn’t hate it, she was even looking forward to the next time.
Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and kissed her eyes and eyebrows.
Yukino Risui frowned slightly and bit her lip, as if hesitating whether to say anything.
There was residual tenderness floating in the tatami, and the quiet moonlight spread on the floor. Holding the slim and beautiful woman in his arms, Fujiwara Izaya only felt that he was embracing a gauze-like dream. He thought it was Kawashima Miki's...
...but the atmosphere tonight was so beautiful and memorable, and Miss Yukino was so infatuated that he didn't want to miss it.
After a while, he seemed to have fallen asleep, squinting his eyes and breathing evenly.
Yukino Riho's blue eyes shone coldly in the darkness. Looking at the young man's face, she quietly reached out and touched the tip of his nose, her voice as soft as a dream: "What should we do..."
Fujiwara Izaya immediately opened his eyes and looked at her: "Be my wife!"
"..." Yukino Riho was so angry that she snorted coldly and dug her head into his arms. After a moment, a complaint came from her drooping face: "You pretend to be asleep... too much
Damn it, you are so mean, how could you deceive a simple monster like Yuki-onna..."
"I really fell asleep."
"Then who am I talking to?"
"I'm not allowed to talk in my sleep?"
Yukino Riho raised her head again and glared at him angrily. She felt that staying with him like this was not an option. Seeing that the night was already very dark, she twisted her waist and sat up: "I have to go back to the guild hall with the students.
.”
"I'll take you back." Fujiwara Izaya picked up her dress.
Yukino Riho sighed softly.
Tears flowed out of her eyes again. She stretched out her hand to wipe the tears. She probably felt that her emotions were a bit childish, so she burst out laughing. Then she covered her mouth with the back of her hand and stared at Fujiwara Izaya.
: "I'm sorry, I...I have some...I".
His voice was choked with sobs and seemed a little incoherent.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at her beautiful and sad face and put her in the white dress again.
Xuebao didn't know what was happening, so he looked at it blankly, then floated over and hugged Yukino Riho from behind.
It seemed that he intended to comfort her, but due to the backward hardware, Olaf was speechless.
"Thank you Xuebao," Yukino Riho shook her head lightly, "I'm fine..."
In the dim terrace, the body was trembling slightly, and the silver-white skirt was swaying together. The three elements of fragility, tenderness, and sadness were condensed together, showing a thrilling beauty... Fujiwara Izaya sighed in his heart, and smiled slightly in front of her.
He hugged her gently: "I'm listening."
"I'm not sad. Don't look at me crying, but I'm not sad at all. On the contrary, I'm a little happy..." Yukino Riho covered her lips and explained the reason slightly clumsily, "From my words
From that day on, I heard the elders of the clan say this - as long as you hug the Snow Girl with a sincere heart, you can melt the Snow Girl. Where the Snow Girl melts, she will be reborn as a human being.
.”
"It's fake."
"When I grew up, I knew it was a lie, so I never thought I could become a human... But now, I seem to understand why there is such a legend... With a sincere heart, melt the snow girl
Now, she can have emotions like human beings..." After stumbling through a sentence, Yukino Riho stopped choking, but her breathing was still slightly disordered.
Fujiwara Izaya also noticed that there was an unprecedented color in her blue eyes.
"Although I still don't understand, compared to the blank before, I can now barely find the direction." Riho Yukino stretched out her right hand and grasped his left hand, "The way forward... Fujiwara, please give me some advice."
.”
Holding the boy's little hand tightly, it was cold but gentle, and both her appearance and her heart seemed to be conveyed to her at the same time.
"Let's go together." Fujiwara Izaya used his other hand to help her straighten her messy clothes. After Yukino Riho said what was in her heart, her mind finally calmed down, and her eyes were pure and charming.
After walking off the terrace, there was no one left in the town.
The town of Shenyin is too large, with winding streets and alleys, and all the buildings have the same style. It is easy to get lost while walking, and everything you look at feels like you have just been there.
Fortunately, Izaya Fujiwara is also the owner, otherwise the two of them would be sleeping on the street tonight.
They didn't talk much along the way, and there was no need to say anything more. After entering the mountain gate, there was only the hoot of owls in the forest at night. Fujiwara Izaya held a lantern and ran hard up the mountain on the rugged path in the dark, feeling like a child
The warmth of the times.
Yukino Riho was held by his hand and walked slowly with him like wading across a river.
Her temperament is still cool and elegant, but the little hand she is holding is as cute as a docile cat. She always has a smile on her face, but when Fujiwara Izaya turns to look at her, she will lower her head and smile.
Concentrate away.
The night is like water, with a thin light shining through.
Every step he takes seems to be stepping on a soft creature, and the vast starry sky shines on the top of the mountain.
I don’t know where the endless mountains end. Many places are obviously not far away, but in reality they are far apart when walking. Yukino Riho herself was exhausted. As she walked, her eyes fell on
Fujiwara Izaya's back.
"Are you tired?" Fujiwara Izaya touched her slightly messy long hair. Even though her pretty face was pale and tired, she was still charming.
Yukino Riho didn't say anything, and just drew small fists on the ground with the soles of her shoes.
"Come up." Fujiwara Izaya squatted down.
"Um."
Yukino Riho lay gently on his back.
Xuebao was floating next to him, swaying his hair all the way, and followed him to the atrium of the palace.
The atrium arch guest accommodation area is also built on the riverside, in a complex of ancient buildings with wide streets and narrow alleys and long bluestone steps. It is already extremely quiet. Walking on it, Yukino Riho can hear a lot of sounds - rustling in the courtyard walls.
There were rustling voices, the wind rustling the treetops, and the sound of her heartbeat getting louder and louder.
She was a little worried that if she appeared in front of people in the club like this, she would be cancelled.
But she's even more worried that Fujiwara Izaya won't be with her tonight... If it were any other time, she might not mind so much, but tonight is different after all... If we can't get up together tomorrow, it won't be complete...
…
There was a mess in his mind, and Yukino Riho started to worry about gains and losses.
However, Fujiwara Izaya passed by the accommodation area but did not go in. Instead, he passed directly in front of the entrance and walked straight to a higher place.
"Huh?" Riho Yukino said hurriedly, "You've gone too far."
"It's not too much." Fujiwara Izaya raised his head and looked at the brightly lit buildings on the top of the mountain. "The top is where you live."
"Clam?"
Yukino Riho was dumbfounded.
She originally planned to tell her later, but after she said those words in tears, Fujiwara Izaya decided to confess.
"There's something I forgot to tell you."
"What?"
"Actually...I am the mountain god."
"...you again,"
"I'm not lying to you, the mountain god and I are wearing the same pants."
"Xueye Riho didn't know what to say, so she could only reach out angrily and pluck his ears hard.
"It hurts, please be gentle!" Fujiwara Izaya pretended to beg for mercy, and then said to her in an understatement, "By the way, I want to tell you something. Have a good rest tonight and attend my wedding tomorrow."
"What--"
"My wedding to you!"
"...That's pretty much it."
"Besides you, there are two other brides."
"..."
"And ah, there will be more in the future."
"?"
"Guaranteed six."
After a moment of silence, Yukino Riho suddenly reached out and pinched his neck.
"Scumbag, I'll kill you——"
Amidst Yukino Riho's shrill scream, Fujiwara Izaya jumped into the air and flew to the top of the mountain with her on his back. Tonight was destined to be a happy night. Although his wife was very angry, he had enough patience and energy, and he could definitely use the soft grinding