My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

I heard that you can also beautify-although it is not genuine derensu, but milk should be able to beautify, you say human milk?I don't know.

It's cool, it looks like it's still wide!

My name is Higiya Hachiman. I have a very strange name. I am a high school student. I am about 1.7 meters tall. I am neither tall nor short. I look like...

Everything is good.

My sister often plays me like this, but to be honest, that refreshing shredded hair adds a lot of points, the physique... it's also very general, not the kind of dead house that can only clamor to kill people in the game, and even a chicken in reality Pinching a weak chicken that can't die is not a bald barbarian who can really kill people by training his muscles.

There is no eight-pack abs in the abdomen, which is normal in the category of high school students-the loneliness of a man can sometimes be seen from the body.

My fingertips moved on my lips, um, there is still a bit of milky fragrance, which tastes good and has not expired.

"The score of Ernie Chan is very low..."

Hachiman looked solemn and majestic, and yelled at his sister displeasedly: "It's not a three-year-old kid. If you fall down, you have to get up by yourself. Don't say anything like O'Neill's hug to get up. if……"

While talking about something suspicious, he waved his sister to the kitchen.

He turned on the TV. It was the Tokyo Tower that was once again destroyed by a group of criminals in the form of a helicopter fire last night...

"Tsk tusk tusk, what do you have to do with a building? The key is the iconic building in Tokyo... I don't know which hospital (brewery) came out of the neurosis."

The high school student who has always complained inwardly still has his back straight and sits upright. The expression on his face does not seem to have changed, but compared to the school, his look at this time is much softer-at least the dead fish eyes have become live fish. eye.

"Oni sauce! Is the curry the same amount as before?"

A small head came out in the kitchen. To be honest, my sister is still cute when she blinks her big eyes, although he is neither a sister nor a lolicon, although he himself does not believe the previous sentence...

but!

"Ah, I want something spicy, Komachi." (The comma here is required)

Komachi frowned a little unhappily: "Spicy people will get acne."

"It's okay, I don't care."

"But I really care! I'm a girl, oh one!"

"Can't girls get acne? What's wrong with bright red acne? It's even more beautiful when it grows between the eyebrows..."

My sister made a grimace: "A ghost believes you! It's a beauty mole, what about me?"

"...Beauty hemorrhoids?"

"Bad brother!"

Komachi stuck out his tongue again, made a face, and flashed back to the kitchen.

Hachiman-kun doesn’t care how he looks, whether he has thick mites on his face or whether his nostrils are too big...

These things have never been in the scope of his thinking.

What about Xiao Bailian?

Can I use it for soft rice?A soft man is absolutely nothing to eat.

Man, lower body animal, what do you want to face?

The Marshal Pig in the Heavenly Court said well, the so-called "thick willow dustpan and thin willow bucket, who in the world thinks men are ugly?"

Sitting upright, Lang glanced at the white cat grinding his teeth under the cabinet, frowning slightly.

His expression was solemn and square, and his whole body smelled of rigorous ceremony, sitting there, just like the emperor sitting on Jinluan.

At this time, the eyebrows that looked like a sharp sword wrinkled, and there was a huge majesty, although with those dead fish eyes, how funny it looked.

The cat who was grinding her teeth seemed to perceive something, and the cat's head turned to look at him and let out a meow.

His brows frowned even more: "Feiju, why are you so frolicking today?"

His voice is slow, and the notes rise and fall in a very rhythmic state. It's not that good to hear. On the contrary, he has a drowsy feeling.

The cat's mullion glanced at him, as if looking at a stupid Wang Xingren, then turned his head and continued to grind his teeth.

The still expressionless boy's eyebrows instantly calmed down, but he nodded in admiration: "It turns out that he is one year older."

Komachi walked to the living room and saw that he was talking to the cat at home again. He couldn't help but laughed: "Ouni-chan, how many times have you said it, this is Kamakura, not a Feiju...Who is Feiju?"

"A beautiful girl... Hey, it might as well be called Gaddafi."

The girl glanced at him suspiciously and relievedly: "Brother, even at this stage, you don't need to have estrus with the cat at home, right? Or is it your second-year illness?"

The teenager didn't care about his sister's ridicule, and then looked at the cat, and turned his head indifferently, with a smile on the corners of his plain mouth: "Gentlemen who are in heat with cats, Komachi, let's sleep together tonight..."

"what?"

"My parents won't be back tonight, I'm thinking you might not sleep well."

The girl was taken aback for a moment, then narrowed her eyes and smiled sweetly: "No problem, O'Neill!"

Chapter Three Gui!You are my partner!

Brother and sister, brother and sister, what's wrong with sleeping together?

Ok?

Even if the rigorous and introverted Hachitani Hachiman sleeps with his eyes closed, his face is calm and serious, and he feels that he is going to study something extremely important in his sleep.

His sister was lying quietly beside him.

The two siblings slept together in silence without embarrassment.

The underwear is well dressed.

I don’t know the panties...

It should be dressed-Komachi's face turned red.

I opened my eyes quietly, feeling that my brother should be asleep.

Now my brother’s sleeping posture is much more normal. Before, he always spread his legs like a big frog. He is called raising small tadpoles...

When sleeping together, I can’t sleep well, I can only lie on him...

But lying on him is also a problem. My brother would unconsciously hug himself in his sleep, pinch his waist, and rub up and down, making it impossible for him to fall asleep.

I don’t know since when, my brother developed good sleeping habits, his sleeping posture was stable, and his expression was calm, without the flushing and gasping noises that often appeared before...