I will eventually become the king of Shura Field

Jingu Makoto turned around abruptly, and then with a big hand, the white bath towel was suddenly attacked and fell off with a stroke.

Ying looked at him blankly, as if she hadn't recovered.

Jingu Makoto didn't give her time to react, so he held her pretty waist with his backhand, and moved forward, looking for her lips.

Uh~

Huh~ The mist brought by the hot water dissipated, but another flame was born from the two of them.

This raging fire burned in the hearts of the two of them, filled their bodies, and the feeling of hot excitement dispelled all the coolness.

Sakura finally took a breath and whimpered: "Senior~ Didn't you say that you should take a shower first?"

Makoto Jingu smiled slightly: "You don't need to be so troublesome, just solve the problem at one time, and you don't need to wash it a second time."

"But...here...me...senior, please take me back to the room."

Sakura shrank in his arms, and her jade fingers stroked gently on his back, like rubbing and teasing.

Jingu Makoto stared at her shy expression, smiled and shook his head.

Ying Jiao groaned: "Senior~"

The coquettish babble was mixed with the enchantment after the emotional, and it really made the shrine feel so sincere.

Sakura originally thought that acting like a baby would be useful, but unexpectedly, her acting like a baby at this time was like adding fuel to the fire, making Makoto Jingu even more unable to control her sanity.

He lowered his head and pressed her lips again, Ying pushed halfway and half on the spot to cater.

Ugh...No matter, who made him like this predecessor.

Sakura closed her eyes, gave all control to Makoto Jingong, put aside her reason, and enjoyed it slowly.

As the night got deeper, Jingu Cheng walked in the living room wearing a bath towel.

Ying Wei squinted her eyes and lay lazily on the sofa. She didn't wear the bath towels properly. The towering place was white as frost, stained with bloodshot blush after intense exercise.

She didn't mind, lying in this lazy posture, she was obviously young but exuding fatal temptation.

Makoto Jingu took out an old mobile phone from the study, and then took out the smartphone with the broken screen from his trouser pocket.

He brought it to the living room and sat on the sofa to change it carefully.

Ying was resting on his lap, rubbing her little hand in his arms from time to time, looking at the broken mobile phone in front of her, she asked tiredly: "What's the matter?"

"I was broken while exploring the haunted house."

Jingu Makoto shrugged.

"Hmm~ It was a terrible fall, I guess it won't work anymore," Ying Rou said.

"Yes, it's a bit troublesome. I didn't plan to change my phone yet. I have a headache."

Makoto Jingu removed the card from the smartphone and put it on the old button phone.

Sakura looked at his shabby button machine and couldn't help but grin: "Senior planned to do this?"

"Otherwise, use it first."

Ying turned her head to bite the meat on his waist, and said dullly: "Or I will buy it for Senior, I will help Senior to get a new mobile phone."

Hiss~

Makoto Jingong lowered her head and pinched her chin, and tried a little harder: "I don't eat soft rice."

Ying Qi screamed and said coquettishly: "How can this be considered soft rice? It's just a gift for boyfriend~"

When talking about the word boyfriend, Sakura cautiously looked at him expectantly.

"Emmm, let's give it as a gift, someone is buying a new one for me."

Jingong Makoto did not correct her use of words, Ying's heart was secretly pleased, and couldn't help but hug him more coquettishly.

"Someone?"

"Well, the guy who broke my phone."

"Eh, is it Sigong Sister?"

"Hmm."

Ying pouted: "Oh, it turned out that someone gave it, too. The gift Sigong-senpai gave is more expensive than the one I gave."

Makoto Jingu pinched her face and rubbed it: "If you say these jealous things again, she broke it, so she should pay for it."

"Hmph, the ghost knows what you think, Senior."

"In my heart? I want to eat you in my heart."

Jingu Makoto smiled playfully.

Ying shook her head quickly: "No, no, I haven't gotten back."

Seeing her panicked, Makoto Jingu nodded her forehead: "Just kidding, I will blow your hair first."

He got up and fetched the hair dryer, Sakura was resting on his lap and asked him to blow her hair.

With the rushing hot wind, with his proficient hair blowing skills, Ying secretly wondered how many girls the senior had blown the hair on?

Thinking about it, she was sleepy.

She fell asleep, but was disturbed by Makoto Jingu.

Just after another big battle, her physical strength was exhausted, her sleepiness gradually spread, and she gradually closed her eyes.

After blowing for a while, the hair dries slowly.

Girls don't like to grow long hair because of this reason, it takes too much time to dry it, and it takes a lot of energy to manage it.

Fortunately, Jingu Cheng was so experienced and didn't spend much time.

He looked down at her pouting face, couldn't help but smiled, picked her up and put it back in the room.

Then he turned around and came back to get the phone, and threw the clothes into the washing machine by the way.

Suddenly, the old cell phone rang and someone called.

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ps: Everyday I beg for the blade, hum.

Chapter 162: Surprise hidden deep in my heart!

"Moximosi?"

Makoto Jingu picked up the phone and asked in a low voice.

"School brother really didn't go to bed so early."

The deep voice of Yu Jie came through the mobile phone, and a name suddenly appeared in Makoto Jingong's mind: Toshishima Toshiko.

"I was surprised, the senior sister is not like a person who stays up late."

Jingu Cheng said with a chuckle.

Dudao Kongzi is a standard swordsman. He has been nurtured by kendo since he was a child, and his routine of work and rest is inevitable.

Dudao Kongzi said softly: "I stayed up all night for you."

Hiss, Yu Jie knows if there is any as soon as she makes a move.

Makoto Jingu raised his eyebrows and said, "Senior sister, what you said will make me misunderstand."

Dudao Kongzi smiled: "You don't have to think it's a misunderstanding, you can think about it anyway."

This...

How should I put it, Makoto Jingu really encountered this type for the first time.

It's not that I haven't been so proactive before, but that he has been so proactive like Dudao Kongzi at a high level. It is indeed the first time I have seen him.

"Ahem, do you want to remind me not to forget tomorrow?"

Makoto Jingu quickly changed the subject.

It's not that he doesn't want to tease, but that he really doesn't know the thoughts of Toshiba Toko.

If he thinks too much, it would be too embarrassing.

Makoto Jingu always takes the next step with certainty, otherwise, it is easy to be regarded as a clown.

Dudao Tongzi smiled faintly, this laughter seemed to be a little sarcasm.

Not the malicious sarcasm, but the "just this?" sarcasm.

"It seems that the younger brother still remembers, then I don't need to say it again, so as not to appear to be verbose."

Dudao Kongzi always talks to the end, which is very appropriate.

Just chatting with her will feel relaxed inexplicably.

"My home is in the dojo, and the address of the dojo is..."

Tokushima Yuko told Jingong Makoto the location, and after finishing speaking, he didn't talk too much, just said neatly.

: "Tomorrow I will entertain the younger brother, please don't forget the younger brother."

"Of course." Jingu Makoto said softly.

"That's fine, I won't bother you to rest, good night."

With a click, the phone was hung up.

Makoto Jingu held the phone, and the more he thought about it, the more interesting he became. It was a completely different feeling.

Whether it is Yanye, Ying, Huiye, Qianhua, Jingong Makoto can take absolute initiative in front of them, either because of their personalities, or because of his understanding of them and his grasp of their minds.

But facing the poison island Kongzi, he does feel unpredictable.

He also knows roughly her character, and he probably knows her past.

But even so, he still couldn't be sure about the idea of ​​Dudao Tongzi, the mature Yujie always hid well.

On the surface, she is complimenting you and catering to you, maybe it's just her way of dealing with communication, but in fact she may not like you.

Even for this invitation, Makoto Jingu didn't know whether Toujiao Suizi originated from the etiquette of kendo and the concept of retribution, or really thanked him from the heart.

Forget it, one step is one step, anyway, she hasn't done anything, she can't eat herself, right?

Makoto Jingu picked up the phone, tidied things up, and returned to the room.

Compared to pondering Yu Jie's mind, Jingu Makoto is more willing to hold the beauty in front of him.

Turn off the light, get into the bed, and hug the sleeping Sakura.

Sakura felt his presence, even if she was asleep, she turned and hugged him subconsciously, like an octopus.

Makoto Jingong lowered her head and kissed her forehead, "Good night."

Ying grumbled, as if she was answering, or she was muttering in a dream.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and everything is silent, only the sound of two people breathing peacefully.

Jingu Makoto was really tired, he slept very hard.

Gradually, gradually, a touch of dawn broke through the dark sky, and the early autumn morning also shone with dim light.

It was about four or five o'clock, Ying slowly opened her eyes, at first she was a little dazed, even her face flushed.

Even if he fell asleep, Senpai was still so restless.

Ying looked down at the towering tower that was grasped, rather helpless.

This habit is not the first time, and it was the same for seniors last night.

He always goes to bed when he goes to bed. He always likes to grasp it first, and then go to sleep, as if this will make him sleep more comfortable.

Do boys like this way of sleeping?

Sakura didn't understand, the sky hadn't been bright yet, and she was not sleepy, so she looked directly at Jingong Makoto.

The feeling of liking will not subside, especially when you are in love.

He fell asleep very quietly, without saying a word, not even giving a response, but Sakura looked more attentively.