The sky was clear and the moonlight was as bright as day.
Fujiwara Izaya flew down to the main building and glanced around like a thief.
The hall was dimly lit and cold, with only the shadows of candles swaying, and no one in sight... Are everyone asleep?
Yukino Riho was also looking at it curiously.
Sapphire floor tiles, crane screens, light gauze, and strange wood grains faintly visible on the ceiling. Everywhere you can see exudes a sense of classical elegance.
"Where are we going?" Yukino Riho gently grabbed Fujiwara Izaya's hand.
The beautiful and sad snow girl shows a gentle and sweet posture like a deer, which has a special interest.
"I'll take you to find Aunt Qing." Fujiwara Izaya pulled her inside.
Now we meet the elder... Yukino Risui was pulled by him in a daze, feeling as if her body was about to float into the air. In the dark night, her innocent and simple face had a kind of tranquil beauty, which matched that
She has long, snow-like silver hair that is simply breathtakingly beautiful.
"How beautiful!" Fujiwara Izaya was fascinated by it.
Yukino Riho's cheeks were faintly red, and her half-closed eyelashes seemed to be moistened. Fujiwara Izaya picked her up without thinking, and she heard Fujiwara Izaya's rapid breathing.
As a result, her heart beat suddenly and violently.
"I can leave and let go..."
"No," Fujiwara Izaya stared intently at her wide eyes, "I will hold you."
"..." Yukino Riho was hugged tightly by him like a girl.
Her mind still felt empty, and as soon as she came into contact with Fujiwara Izaya's strong body, she felt flustered. Probably out of instinct, she covered her face with her hands, and a woman's shyness surged into her heart, making her tremble all over.
So soft, as if his hands and feet were numb.
Holding the beauty in his arms, Fujiwara Izaya ran briskly through the corridor.
Yukino Riho raised her head from his arms and asked in a cold voice: "Who is Aunt Qing?"
"Bedroom Butler."
"What are you looking for her for?"
"Well, if we need to add an extra wife to the wedding at the last minute, we will definitely have to prepare overnight."
At this moment, Fujiwara Izaya, who was holding her, felt a biting chill emanating from the delicate body in his arms and seeping into his skin along his pores.
Mrs. Riho was very angry.
She has a frosty face and is the kind of person who can't be coaxed no matter how hard she tries.
If it weren't for being unable to defeat him, Yukino Riho would have used the snow girl's instinct to freeze him and say some heart-wrenching words. But fortunately, the snow girl's instinct also has the point of being consistent. Once you identify someone, you will be there.
Follow him unswervingly.
Fujiwara Izaya hugged her a little tighter.
This enchantress with a simple and gullible soul is the greatest treasure given to her by God.
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On the other side of the palace, there were two figures walking back from the hot spring pool arm in arm.
"Are you going back to the house to sleep?"
"I'm going to sit down at the housekeeper's place."
"What?"
"It's still early and I can't sleep. Let's discuss the process for the next few days."
"I'll go too."
The passageway of the bedroom is covered with long carpets.
After coming out of the hot spring pool, the two of them walked over step by step with bare feet.
Walking to the side hall where Housekeeper Qing lived, Xia Xili's heartbeat suddenly slowed down by half a beat.
Kawashima Miji sneered.
Under the cold moonlight in front of the court, a man and woman were rushing towards here, whispering love words as they walked.
"Can Yukino take me to see the snow in Hokkaido?"
"What's so good about snow?"
"The main thing is to see where you were born and the small room you first lived in."
"What do you think my little room should look like?"
"It has a very warm feeling. It's something that I can't imagine when I see Miss Yukino outside..."
"Am I so bad outside?"
"On the contrary, you are very good outside, but very bad at home. Were you like a slacker when you were a child, so you couldn't do any housework well?"
"Don't make such a bad statement about me! I can cook by myself, and it's not like you haven't eaten before! Also, I clean very carefully. I also learned from my grandmother that I can use lime residue to clean the sink.
dirt!"
Under the faint starlight, the silver-haired woman said these words proudly, as if it was something extraordinary.
"Why is Yukino so cute?" Fujiwara Izaya said with a very naughty expression as he stretched out his finger to touch the fingertips. He touched it in an instant, but it felt like a slow motion movie, which is worth remembering for a long time.
Yukino Riho took his hand away with a cold face, but failed, so her fingers and his became entangled, repeatedly fighting for position on the delicate tip of her nose.
Arriving at Aunt Qing's door, Fujiwara Izaya was about to knock on the door when a cold voice came from behind.
"Why don't you introduce such a beautiful sister to me first?"
?
Why is Miss Meiji here?
Fujiwara Izaya's heart trembled with fear for a moment, and he passed by the sound.
In the shadow at the end of the corridor, a strip of long black hair was fluttering in the wind, so dim that it was almost invisible. Wearing a bathrobe and wearing bare feet, Kawashima Miji stared straight at this side.
Countless cold winds lingered around her side, blowing her long hair high, as terrifying as a group of demons dancing around.
The ghostly Miss Meiji standing in the darkness can scare anyone into an idiot.
"..."
Fujiwara Izaya thought of many excuses in the blink of an eye.
But in the end, he hugged Yukino Risui, walked over here, and said hello to Xia Xili along the way: "Auntie, please tell Aunt Qing that there will be one more person at the wedding tomorrow."
Xia Xili glared at him with hatred, and then grabbed Kawashima Miji's wrist to prevent her from going on a rampage and murdering her husband on the spot.
Fujiwara Izaya put Yukino Riho down and faced Kawashima Miki with a sweet smile on his face: "This is Yukino, you have met before. Madam, I didn't lie to you, did I?"
Kawashima Miki glanced sideways at Yukino Riho.
The last time we met, Miss Yukino was already very beautiful in simple home clothes. Now she is wearing a white dress, and with her original appearance as a snow girl, she is even more beautiful. Especially her beautiful appearance.
He always displays a lonely and sad temperament, which really makes people feel lovable.
Yukino Riho's long eyelashes flickered slightly, she pursed her lips and said nothing.
Before coming to Shenyin Town, they had met each other in the bakery. Fujiwara Izaya also said at that time that this was his wife. Therefore, she was not surprised to see Kawashima Miji this time, let alone
It would be embarrassing. We are all monsters, so there is no need to talk about human morality. Besides, she is a snow girl without emotions, so she will not care about the bride's dissatisfaction.
No one spoke for a while, and the atmosphere was a little cold.
Fujiwara Izaya rolled his eyes a few times and said to Xia Xili: "Auntie, please take Xueye to meet Aunt Qing, and I will have a few words with Meiji."
"You come with me!" Yukino Riho held his hand tightly.
"It's okay, I just went to measure the size so that I can make clothes overnight." Fujiwara Izaya touched her cold long hair.
He did this action on Xuebao countless times.
Yukino Riho, who felt the same connection with Xuebao, could naturally feel the intimacy. She flattened her mouth, lowered her head, and came to Xia Xili's side without saying a word.
"It's unlucky to follow this scumbag." Xia Xili slashed her eyes at Fujiwara Izaya, then took Yukino Riho's hand with a natural expression, and then went straight into Aunt Qing's room.
"Follow me!" Kawashima Miji turned around and left.
Fujiwara Izaya followed behind her.
Meeting a maid on the road, he gave a few instructions and continued walking forward.
In the dim corridor, Kawashima Miji was wearing a short nightgown, and her large snow-like skin seemed to be shining with fluorescence. Her black and shiny hair was soft and attached to her back, and was still slightly wet. Under the nightgown
, exposing a section of snow-white thighs.
"Did Madam just take a bath in the hot spring?" Fujiwara Izaya walked up and asked.
Kawashima Meiji said nothing.
"Every time I see my wife, I feel that you are even more beautiful and charming."
Kawashima Miji still ignored him.
After going around a corridor, she continued to lead Fujiwara Izaya and walked a long distance before stopping.
This is a field with vineyards and a sweet potato field. There is a quiet mountain forest nearby, and the hooting of owls can be heard from inside. After arriving here, Kawashima Miji stopped leaving and looked around at the surrounding environment.
The moonlight reflected the loose soil in the ground like a mountain topographic map, which was very suitable for burying people alive.
"There are chairs in the vineyard." Fujiwara Izaya said thoughtfully.
Kawashima Meiji lowered her head and got under the grape trellis.
Fujiwara Izaya followed him and walked in.
The dark vineyard, the bright frame was illuminated by the moonlight, and the shadows of the dry grape leaves fell on the grass underfoot. Fujiwara Izaya wiped the wooden chair carefully with his sleeves, and pulled Kawashima Miki along.
Sit down and there are many ripe grapes above your head.
Kawashima Meiji remained silent.
Fujiwara Izaya broke off a section of grapevine and wrapped it around his finger.
In the silence, he turned his head from time to time to look at Kawashima Meiji's beautiful profile and smooth hair that was longer than her shoulders, and he couldn't figure out what she was thinking about now... Miss Meiji was like this, she wouldn't shut up when she got emotional.
Say it and let him guess.
The moonlight shines on the grape leaves, making them look slightly white.
There was silence for a while.
Fujiwara Izaya took a slow breath.
It's almost time for him to start talking sweet words.
He had already talked about starting a harem a long time ago. Miss Meiji must have been mentally prepared and would not dump him just because of this. But if you can accept it, you can accept it. It is certain that he will be unhappy, so he still needs to be coaxed.
. He doesn't think there's anything wrong with a woman's temper. In his opinion, a woman without temper is no different from a vase.
However.
Just then.
Kawashima Miki suddenly turned her head and looked at Fujiwara Izaya, her eyes curved like crescent moons, and the corners of her mouth raised: "What? You stopped talking? Didn't you keep shouting that you want to open a harem? Why didn't you stop when things came to an end?
Are you making any noise? Are you afraid that I will eat you?"
I had a lot of things to say, and when I was about to say them out, I was interrupted and cast a spell.
Fujiwara Izaya felt a little uncomfortable being held back.
Looking at the smiling Kawashima Miji, he couldn't figure out what she was thinking for a while, and subconsciously felt a little guilty. He lowered his head and said with a smile: "Ah, haha... Madam really knows how to joke, I
How dare you think so much? It's enough to have you by your side."
"Huh huh?" Kawashima Miji said with a cold face.
At this time, not a single star could be found in the sky, and only a thick, almost full moon hung. In the pure moonlight, Fujiwara Izaya noticed that Kawashima Miki's eyes gradually turned purple.
Oops!
This is the rhythm of five blood-splattered steps.
"Calm down, listen to me first!" Fujiwara Izaya slid off the bench smoothly, sat on the ground with his hands on her legs, and put his face on her knees, "We are getting married tomorrow, don't be angry
It's fine. How about staying in a good mood and having a good sleep?"
Kawashima Miji looked down at him.
Under the moonlight, the young man's flat black hair looked particularly bright. She loosened her fingers that had just been clenched into a fist, inserted her fingertips into his hair and rubbed it, and said in a helpless tone: "You're so skilled at apologizing.
How many bad things have you done?"
"I learned from my father..." Fujiwara Izaya chuckled.
Kawashima Meiji rubbed his hair and said in a cold voice: "Come on, stop coaxing me here. Do you wish I would nod on the spot so that you can hug this beauty?"
Of course... Fujiwara Izaya raised his face slightly and said sincerely: "When I am with my wife, I don't want other women."
Kawashima Miji didn't say anything about this, her lips tightly closed in a straight line.
After rubbing Fujiwara Izaya's hair for a while, she crossed her arms, leaned back on the bench, and sighed: "What else do you want to say?"
Feeling that the matter could be discussed, Fujiwara Izaya quickly took a deep breath and said slowly: "I do like Miss Yukino very much. You also know that she and Xuebao are one and the same. I can't let others get close to her."
Kawashima Miji was not angry, she just said lightly and then asked: "What else?"
Wow!
Fujiwara Izaya sighed in his heart.
Miss Meiji now looks more and more like a big lady.
"It's gone, what else can there be?" He quickly behaved and rubbed his face on her knee, "It's just like that when you are with others. Only my wife makes me feel happiest... Yes
Now, madam, you don’t care anymore?”
"snort!"
Kawashima Meiji hummed seemingly casually.
"You can accept it if you like it," she said.
These words.
No matter how you hear it, it's ironic.
Fujiwara Izaya immediately shook his head firmly: "Unless my wife likes it too!"
Kawashima Miji blinked quickly two or three times.
Then she reached out her hand and touched his head like a child.
In fact, she has no right to make the decision at all in this matter. However, one thing she likes about Fujiwara Izaya is that this bitch has such a sweet mouth. He pretends to let her make the decision even though he knows she can't object. It's called cheating.
Whether it was pretending or not, this method really made her feel happy and her little vanity was satisfied.
It would be great if he could continue to coax himself according to his own thoughts in the long remaining years.
"Madam?" Fujiwara Izaya raised his face.
Kawashima Miji smiled and waved her hand gently: "Okay, I won't scare you anymore. I also know how much you care about Xuebao. You and Miss Xueye have been living together for several months.
I've been prepared for your scumbag character. What happened this time...she doesn't mind being a kid, and I have nothing to mind."
"Really?" Fujiwara Izaya asked tentatively.
Kawashima Miji immediately turned cold and glared at him fiercely: "Is the fox's tail exposed?"
"Isn't it because my wife is considerate?" Fujiwara Izaya showed a pleasant smile.
Kawashima Miji said angrily: "So I'm going to give you a favor this time. If you dare to continue bringing women to my house in the future, I'll have to cut you off." After saying this, she snorted coldly and looked at the scumbag.
There was a chill of being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts in his eyes.
It was safe... Fujiwara Izaya breathed a sigh of relief.
Kawashima Miji folded her arms and leaned against the back of the chair. She still looked a little fierce, but she had already given in. Her long black hair was still a little wet, and the water stains reflected the cold moonlight, making her cold and noble.
.
Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but stretched out his hand to hug her.
"You heartless man, stay away from me." Kawashima Miji pushed him away, then lifted up her nightgown slightly and raised one foot, "If you want to calm me down completely, how about kissing my instep? Empress
The veins on the instep are famously beautiful. Please don’t worry about hygiene. I washed them very carefully when I took a bath, so that they won’t affect the noble body of the Mountain God.”
When she said this, there was mostly a joke in her eyes.
Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and looked at the sexy veins on her instep.
In the faint moonlight, the small and complex meridians stand out on the white instep, like the continuous mountains located in the vast snowy country, exuding a poetic and picturesque beauty.
"Is such a good thing really possible?" Fujiwara Izaya asked, holding her foot.
"Well, please do it." Kawashima Meiji said with a sweet smile.
Bathed in the moonlight, she slightly smoothed her hair with her hands, shyly with a little hidden enthusiasm.
Fujiwara Izaya slowly bent down.
Looking closer, the five toes are slightly curled up.
The shape of the pale pink nails is round and cute, like the five girls extending from the smooth instep of her feet. The delicate skin is still exposed to the fragrance and warmth of the hot spring pool, and the skin is fair with a slight pink color. She is obviously not wearing shoes.
, but the soles of my feet were not stained with any dust, which was really surprising.
Before Fujiwara Izaya's lips could reach him, Kawashima Miki cunningly retracted.
"You're like a puppy, don't be ashamed!" she cursed with a smile. After Fujiwara Izaya sat back on the bench, she opened her arms again, bit her lower lip and leaned over: "Hold me, you bastard!"
Fujiwara Izaya was stunned for a moment.
Looking at this stubborn but cute female enchantress, the soft part in his heart felt like being stabbed. He stretched out his hand and hugged her into his arms, then picked up her legs with one hand and supported her with the other.
Her back allowed her to lie half in his arms.
The two cuddled up together on the bench.
Kawashima Miji half-closed her eyes and curled up in his arms, like a well-behaved seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.
As autumn approaches in the vineyard, there is a fresh fragrance. The fragrance of her soft limbs blends with the fragrance of grapes, making it as friendly and warm as a vague memory. Fujiwara Izaya quietly brushes aside her hair with his fingers and kisses her.
On her round ears, her little earlobes trembled slightly. It was a small, small world where time was as warm as the sun.
"What did you do in the bedroom tonight?"
"What else can you do? Just hang out with Fuka-Eri and Lizi. You are living a cool life," Kawashima Miki said, hitting him on the chest, "Bullshit!"
"Next time, bring your wife with you." Fujiwara Izaya bit her ear.
"Do you want a next time?"
"...I mean going to have fun next time, not having a tryst with another woman next time!"
"You actually really want to have a tryst with another woman!"
"?"
"Look, I stopped talking. I feel guilty, right?"
Women are really annoying... Fujiwara Izaya stopped talking and simply untied the belt of her nightgown, placed his palm on her lower abdomen, and wrapped one hand around her slender waist.
Because of regular exercise, she has a very beautiful waist.
The biggest feature of this kind of waist is that it is not only plump and attractive like a fruit, but also has a spring-like curve, which is particularly sexy when twisted.
"How's your waist, madam?" Kawashima Miji's eyes were filled with pride.
In order to maintain a beautiful figure, she has been very disciplined in the past ten years. Now looking at her young lover's intoxicated and lustful look, she is extremely happy inside. All the suffering she has suffered in the past ten years has been worth it.
"This waist looks like it's alive." Fujiwara Izaya said in surprise.
"Alive?"
"It's like having independent thinking."
"What a nonsense statement." Kawashima Miji tapped his forehead.
Fujiwara Izaya hugged the charming waist in his hand tightly and asked in his ear: "This beautiful and charming waist will definitely move on its own, right?"
Kawashima Miji, who runs a custom shop, could not understand the meaning of these words. She immediately snorted and scolded: "Sama God, can you be more serious!"
Fujiwara Izaya bent down and kissed her lips.
"Don't make trouble." Kawashima Meiji turned her head in disgust, and he kissed the side of her face. She frowned and pushed his head away, "If you make any more trouble, you won't be able to enter my room tomorrow night.
Door!"
Looking at her cold and beautiful face, Fujiwara Izaya smiled meaningfully: "You will all be in my room tomorrow night."
"?"
Kawashima Meiji's eyes suddenly widened and she became furious: "You don't mean to be... shameless! I will never agree to that kind of thing."
Fujiwara Izaya knew that she had misunderstood what he said, but this was originally a trick he deliberately set up. His eyes were filled with the light of a successful mischief. Looking at her cold and tight face, he couldn't help but reach out and pinch it: "
What kind of mess is in my wife’s head? My room is very big, and it’s not a big problem to separate several small rooms. Sisters together? Am I so bad?”
"You do!" Kawashima Miji had a conflicted expression.
"Since you have been stigmatized, I will follow your ideas."
"You dare!"
Kawashima Meiji looked resentful.
The sweet lips were slightly pursed, giving off a slightly black luster under the shadow of the dry grape leaves.
Seeing that her momentum had weakened, Fujiwara Izaya immediately took advantage of the victory and pursued her.
Without even saying hello, he quickly lowered his head and bit her lip.
"Woo~"
Kawashima Miji struggled for a moment.
The two of them rolled down from the bench onto the grass.
Her body was completely hidden in the grass, and nothing else could be seen except the moon in the sky. Fujiwara Izaya held her tightly, her body was soft and warm, and her hands groped his body, giving her a loving kiss
.
Kawashima Miji felt that the strong muscles of his arms were closely attached to her soft body. Being pressed by the young and energetic boy, her skin was soon wet with sweat. Gradually, her legs
An arm passed under his armpit and hugged his back tightly.
A bunch of grapes fell down and hit them next to their heads.
"Fujiwara..."
"Um?"
Fujiwara Izaya was busy eating the fallen grapes.
"I like this very much." Kawashima Miji murmured softly.
"Oh. Do you like it here or do you like me?"
"I like them all, just like when I was a kid on an outing that was prohibited by school. I feel so beautiful." Miji Kawashima brushed away the short hair from his ears with her lips and kissed his ears affectionately. "Also, the more I like it, the more I like it.
You are."
"Thanks."
"Just say thank you?"
"I'm eating something..."
Kawashima Miji's face was bright and charming, she squinted her eyes slightly and twirled his short hair with her fingers.
The beads of sweat on her cheeks reflected the cold moonlight. She was now in a semi-conscious state, feeling the boy's heavy head with overflowing love. After a long time, Fujiwara Izaya pulled her up and helped her tie it.
Good belt, carefully patted the grass clippings from her back.
"It's all dirty!"
Saying that, Kawashima Miji stamped her feet.
Not knowing whether she was really angry or fake, she turned around and walked back to the palace.
Fujiwara Izaya also followed.
"Don't follow me." Kawashima Miji said coldly.
"Then where should I go?"
Fujiwara Izaya asked innocently.
"Of course, fuck you, Ms. Yukino, do you want me to teach you?" Kawashima Miji walked to the other end of the corridor.
"Then shall I go now?" Fujiwara Izaya asked tentatively.
Kawashima Miji snorted.
She walked forward without looking back, looking in the direction of her room.
It was fine just now, but now it's awkward again. It's really hard to guess what a woman is thinking... Fujiwara Izaya stood there until her back disappeared around the corner, then turned around and walked towards Aunt Qing.
Under the moonlight in front of the court, Xia Xili and Yukino Riho were talking.
"Xiao Linye's parents have gone to Gao Tianyuan. Currently, he has the final say in all matters in the family."
"...Ah, how could this be possible! Fujiwara-kun still has to go to school, how could you leave everything to him?" Riho Yukino said with a serious face, as if she was about to say something very important: "It's delayed.
What about his studies?”
"..." Xia Xili was speechless for a moment.
"Aunt Lizi, please work harder and share more of the burden for him, okay?"
"...He has plenty of women to share his burdens with, and I am not missing one!"
"But you are his relative, how could you just let him go?" Yukino Riho puffed her cheeks slightly angrily.
"How can I say hello to you... You are such a simple-minded female monster. Xiao Lin also found another treasure..." Xia Xili sighed angrily and funnyly. There was the sound of footsteps in her ears, and she turned her head to look over.
It's Fujiwara Izaya.
Xia Xili glanced at him again, almost gritted her teeth and said, "If the experience of living together since childhood hadn't stopped me, I would have stabbed you to death with a knife right now."
"Auntie is just a talker." Fujiwara Izaya smiled and looked at Yukino Riho.
Yukino Riho stood upright, with her chest straight and her waist straight. She was meticulously dressed in a white dress, and she looked very dignified and beautiful. She was already tall, and her figure under her long silver hair was slim and graceful. She looked like a great lady.
elder sister.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at her for a moment.
"Where are we going next?" Yukino Riho blinked, her soft eyelashes covered with frost, like the branches of snow-covered pine branches swaying heavily. She looked desolate and sad, so beautiful that it was unreal.
"Go back to the room to take a shower and then sleep." Fujiwara Izaya held her cold little hand.
After taking two steps forward, he didn't forget to look back and warn Xia Xili: "Don't eavesdrop outside my room tonight."
"Just a little bit~" Xia Xili stuck out her tongue at him.
hateful!
Xiao Lin has grown up and dares to warn his aunt!
I'll make sure he pays me back twice as much in the future!
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"Did Aunt Qing ask you anything?"
"No, I just told you some things to pay attention to tomorrow."
"You weren't scared, were you?"
"...It's okay. Aunt Qing is very gentle."
"Here we are, this is the room." Fujiwara Izaya opened the door and took her in. "The maid has already put the hot spring water. I will take you to take a bath. The clothes are also ready..."
"Don't come in!" Yukino Riho turned around and pushed him away.
"I want to take a shower too, I'm all sweaty." Fujiwara Izaya gave full play to his shameless talent and dragged him to the edge of the bathtub.
The color of the bath tiles reflects the turquoise water, and the fragrance is like the fragrance of flowers.
Seeing that he insisted on coming in, Yukino Riho didn't chase him away. She just turned her back to him and untied the sleeves at the collar of her white dress. Her eyes were slightly lowered, her eyes were watery, and she looked even more stunning against the backdrop of the white dress.
.
Fujiwara Izaya entered the pool first and turned to lie on the bank to look at her.
In the dim steaming heat, Yukino Riho lowered his fingers and gently landed on the belt. With a slight hook of his slender jade fingers, the belt that bound the waist was loosened, and fell lightly to the ground on both sides. Originally,
The tied white hair then swayed to both sides, revealing the snow-white skin underneath. Then, she untied the hosta from her long silver hair.
The silver waterfall slides down and hangs on the back, which is so beautiful.
Fujiwara Izaya held his breath for fear of missing the most exciting place.
Yukino Riho chuckled, put her hands behind her head to gather her hair, and flipped her wrists deftly to tie her long hair into a bun.
Just a simple action that most women don't want to wet their hair before taking a shower gives them a peerless look.
Her unhurried, slow and orderly movements made Fujiwara Izaya feel itchy in his heart.
After the snow girl's physique awakened, she was no longer as cold and bright as she was a few hours ago. Instead, she was cold, with a hint of natural charm, and it was getting stronger and stronger. As if she had learned how to seduce, she turned sideways towards Fujiwara
Lin Ye, the bra shows obvious curvature. The mountains are like a show, and combined with the perfect body, it forms an almost perfect curve.
"By the way," Fujiwara Izaya suddenly remembered something, "Let's change back to human form, otherwise we will be frozen inside."
Yukino Riho made a move.
She, who originally had a calm face, became a little panicked.
After turning into a Yuki Onna, she can use the special physique of a Yuki Onna to eliminate the shyness in her heart. However, when she transforms back into Yukino Riho... she is just that stupid woman with nothing special...
"Hurry up." Fujiwara Izaya urged.
The hair slowly turns black.
Yukino Riho turned back into a stupid woman. Her cheeks were flushed, and her white teeth biting her lower lip were shining brightly.
With a shy expression and blurred eyes, she looked like she was completely carried away by passionate love. Like a peerless beauty, the long white dress fell from her waist without any obstruction, revealing her exquisite snow-white body.
Before Fujiwara Izaya could take a closer look, Yukino Riho rushed into the bathtub with her head lowered. Her delicate shoulders exposed on the water, and her black hair were clear and bright in color - they were simply watery, noble and sad.
What a gorgeous picture.
"Look." Fujiwara Izaya hugged her from behind and pointed out the window.
When Riho Yukino looked up, she could directly see the deep night sky and the August cherry blossoms blooming under the light blue night.
"I have never seen cherry blossoms in August like this." She murmured.
The moon hung in the night sky, and cherry blossom petals fell from the sky.
Just as Yukino Riho was about to stretch out her hand to catch the petal, more petals fell down in an instant, and the sky, mountain peaks, land and earth merged into one, as if the world was dyed cherry red.
In the dim candlelight, Yukino Riho chases the petals with her white hands, just like a butterfly flying in the dark night, alluring and beautiful.
"It's autumn." Fujiwara Izaya felt the autumn flavor in the wind.
"Really, the autumn wind is blowing."
"Autumn is coming, what are you thinking about?"
"I want to die in love with a young girl."
"Death of love? Is this the mountain god's autumn loneliness?"
"Ahem! Listen carefully. It's the same person who coughs!"
"What did you say?"
Fujiwara Izaya laughed: "This is the shortest haiku ever written."
"You always like to tell jokes and tease me." Yukino Riho turned around and patted him on the shoulder.
Fujiwara Izaya scratched her back with his nails.
"Ah! Don't scratch!" She wanted to get up and hide, but she couldn't.
"Does it hurt or itch?"
"I'm going to get goosebumps, it's so weird!"
"I'll scratch it gently, it won't hurt."
"no."
"Then bite with your teeth." Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head.
"..."
Yukino Riho stopped moving.
Feeling the warmth of his lips, her eyes twinkled, her pretty face turned red, and she pursed her lips to hide her smile.
After a while, Fujiwara Izaya raised his head and heard her continue talking about autumn.
"After autumn, Hokkaido will become very cold. It's only the beginning of August, and some people in Tokyo are saying it's autumn. They must have never seen autumn in Hokkaido..." Perhaps the romantic cherry blossoms have eased the shyness.
, Yukino Riho's voice became a little coquettish. This was a tone that imitated an urban woman in love.
Fujiwara Izaya rested his chin on her shoulder.
The moonlight shines through the petals and falls on her other shoulder, like silver.
"There is a river over there at my house..." Yukino Riho leaned on his arms and looked at the moon above, "Every autumn, red and yellow leaves will fill the river... The scenery is really amazing
So beautiful.”
"There must be fish in the river."
"Why are you so sure?"
"You said that there must be fish in every water."
"You still remember this..."
"I remember every word Xiaoxue said."
"Xiao Xue?"
"pet name."
"..."
Yukino Rihoza shyly shrank her shoulders.
After turning back into a human, her hair was shiny and black, and the scent of the spring water brought it with her after she was wet. Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but feel a natural allure from her.
Why did I only notice her stupidity before... Fujiwara Izaya seriously reflected on his mistakes, then turned his head forward, kissed her soft lips, and kissed her carefully.
Yukino Riho's long eyelashes kept trembling, and her eyes were half-closed, like a little quail shrinking in its nest. Slowly, the coldness on her face gradually disintegrated, and she turned into a little woman-like one.
She was shy and timid. After a long time, she was let go, and there was a hint of sweet weariness in her eyes as she looked at Fujiwara Izaya.
While admiring the cherry blossoms in the night, they rubbed each other's backs, and the voices of men and women occasionally sounded like whispers. After soaking for about half an hour, I got out of the bath. Bathing together is wonderful, but there are better things to do.
...Actually, the main reason is that Yukino Riho insisted on becoming a snow girl, otherwise she would be able to do it in the water.
After getting out of the bath, Yukino Riho walked towards the clothes rack.
As soon as she took a step forward, an icy wind blew in the air. The water droplets hanging on her smooth skin were quickly frozen into ice slag and fell down. Yukino Riho raised her hand to pick up the prepared nightgown and wrapped it around her.
Her seductive body was slightly filled with mist. Then she untied the bun on the back of her head and tied it into a high ponytail. The beautiful snow-white neck of the swan was hidden for just two seconds and then reappeared.
Fujiwara Izaya also put on his nightgown.
Yukino Riho leaned on the bed, half asleep.
In the night, her snow-like hair had a gentle light. She stared intently at the cherry trees outside the window, and seemed to have thought of something, and softly hummed a ballad.
"Where are you?"
"Holding each other's hands, they gradually disappeared... As soon as the sky became dim at dawn, they disappeared without a trace... Only a few white grass fields were seen, which was really pitiful."
It sounds like a folk song from Hokkaido.
After singing for a while, she suddenly stood up and stepped on the white sheets.
The nightgown was very short, and Fujiwara Izaya could already see her thighs.
Yukino Riho stared at him expressionlessly, turning her wrist dexterously, as if it was the beginning of some kind of dance. The dim light of the candle wrapped her legs, and her calves were stretched tightly, and the lines reached to her ankles.
The more slender and beautiful she is. The soles of her feet are pressed against the bed sheet, and after bending her knees slightly, she jumps slightly. The moment the nightgown floats up, her thighs are exposed. Above it is a faint color, like a glimpse of before dawn.
Dark sky.
The whole body danced at this moment.
The fingertips she gently held were dexterously wrapped around the back of her neck. In the candlelight, the fingertips were shimmering with a faint light, and the silver hair on the back of her head was also illuminated. Then, she showed off her graceful toes.
After exerting his strength, he spun his body several times and his hair started to flutter.
Fujiwara Izaya was able to capture a glimpse of her beautiful face.
During this dance, her eyes were serious and focused.
The snow girl who danced on the sheets was extremely flexible. In Fujiwara Izaya's eyes, she raised her left hand with a smile, stood on her toes, and raised her other foot in the splits as much as possible. She seemed to be lifted by her own
She was so mesmerized by her dancing that she even forgot about herself, as if she was being controlled by something, showing a slow and lazy expression.
With the last movement, she untied the straps of her bathrobe, tilted her head slightly and looked at Fujiwara Izaya calmly.
The innocent snow girl made an inviting gesture, and the atmosphere of late spring was filling the room. Fujiwara Izaya's heartbeat accelerated, he sat over and hugged her into his arms. The bathrobe behind her had fallen off, and he could touch her clothes.
Wearing the lace on her back, her delicate skin was as smooth as jade.
"What did you do just now?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"A Yuki-onna cannot just dance for anyone, unless she is the only one who can enter his heart..." Yukino Riho pressed her lips to his ear, using the coldest and most ruthless voice, telling the most touching words of love, "Just now
The dance was about a daimyo who came from the capital. He traveled to Hokkaido and got acquainted with a local woman..."
The story is a very clichéd one.
The woman was a snow girl, and in the end the former daimyo of Kyoto became a traitor and had his heart ripped out by the snow girl.
"That happened when I was six or seven years old. On a snowy day, my grandmother taught me this dance and told me not to fall in love with others easily... My grandmother's expression was very serious at that time. Thinking back on it,
I just felt that there was sadness in that look. It’s a pity that my grandmother has been killed by humans, otherwise she would have been able to see little Xueye grow up..."
After saying such words, Yukino Riho's face was still cold and expressionless.
Only those blue eyes revealed the purest sadness... Fujiwara Izaya was heartbroken when he saw it. He stretched out his hand to grab her hand. It was like holding a handful of cool jade, and the chill was refreshing.
There is something unreal about the human heart.
Yukino Riho held him with her backhand.
No expression, no words, just a slight nod.
The two people's eyes met, and at that moment, a clear and intense light flashed across her eyes. Fujiwara Izaya understood her determination - the fact cannot be changed, I have identified you now.
Fujiwara Izaya withdrew his hand from holding her back and raised her chin slightly. The beautiful chin under the oval face was like a small ivory chess piece held in his hand.
Yukino Riho's face was covered with large patches of frost, and her beautiful nose was trembling.
Lips touch together.
It was as if my heart was suddenly ignited, the fire increased suddenly, and the flames jumped.
Yukino Riho held his cheeks with both hands, intoxicated by the wonderful feeling of the moist lips. Then, the whole world melted like sugar cubes soaked in black tea, releasing unparalleled sweetness.
After the bathrobe was lifted, her delicate and white skin exuded an extremely alluring fragrance.
Yukino Riho still looked cold.
She didn't say a word "no".
There is no difference between the wordless rejection and the wordless temptation. She is indeed tempting endlessly and rejecting secretly. But soon, under the influence of the snow girl's physique, Fujiwara Izaya clearly saw the woman with her eyes closed.
Her face flushed, and she began to look coquettish. The palm holding her back also felt a subtle shy emotion. As if she couldn't resist, she lay back on her long silver hair.
, as if lying on the snow under the moonlight.
The bumpy path along the way no longer exists.
The road ahead is filled with beautiful and beautiful scenery.
A faint smile appeared on Yukino Riho's cheeks, like a shimmering light. The scattered sideburns and clear eyes on her cheeks naturally exuded joy. In the dim light, the long silver hair and his
The bodies are intertwined, and the scattered hair on the cheeks has become a symbol of love.
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In the clouds surrounded by halos, the moonlight pours out in all directions.
Clouds were connected, there were only a few stars, and in the darkness there was a faint sound of opening the shutters. At the same time, a faint ray of moonlight streamed in, and Mrs. Kasahara's eyes were rolling, and she was full of bad blood.