My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

As if she could still feel the strange and comfortable pain that entrained her, the girl hid behind her back and shyly went into the kitchen again.

Boiled two eggs for O'Neill sauce.

Make up a good one.

She looked at a box of ham in the shop window and thought that two eggs might not be enough.

"Papa."

In the bedroom, the wooden knife was thrown aside, and the high school student grabbed the petite girl from behind with a gripping method, pressing her knees firmly on her ass...

One hand clamped the little tiger's hands, and the free left hand snapped on her left hip flap.

"Without lifting the restrictions, how could you have hit me? Without power but skill, you should know that my eyes can see through your knife... What kind of confidence makes you think you can beat me?"

He slapped it a few times, but the girl under her body never made a sound. You don't need to look at it to know that she must be gritted her teeth and panting heavily.

"Is it wrong?"

Take out the majesty of being a brother.

The other party didn't want to talk to him, just snorted coldly.

"Today I made an appointment with Gui to do something big. You also know what he does. Do you think it is appropriate for us to take you?"

"..."

Bachan's expression slowed down: "Of the three of us, you are the youngest. It's best not to get involved in this. Don't look at the way the wig is usually relaxed and happy. You don't know how much pressure he is in He also got mixed in. He might be so melancholy someday. What should I do then? Are you going to pay him filial piety?"

The girl never spoke. The gentleman-like teacher was a reasonable person. Dahe didn't speak how to be reasonable, so he decided to let her speak, so he rubbed her left hip with expressionlessly...

Although there is not much meat, it is unexpectedly tender...

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Dahe, whose body suddenly froze, trembled all over, then used all his strength, suddenly turned over, and hit his chest with a head hammer.

The teacher didn't look moving, and her upper body withdrew slightly, letting her strength be used up, and then he hugged and pressed again.

Standardly male upper and female lower.

The young man frowned unhappily, stood up and said disgustedly: "How long have you not taken a bath?"

The little tiger was lying on the bed out of breath, his small face was like a red apple, he took a deep breath when he heard this, not knowing where the power came from, a carp pounced on him, yelling: "I will let you eat it for me Medicine! I told you to hide from me! I told you to say I didn't take a bath! I obviously washed twice last night! You bastard!"

With a koala hanging from Hachiman-kun, he rolled his eyes and said, "Come down."

"Don't come down!"

Knowing that the goods will not come down, he simply walked out of the room: "If you want to be seen by Komachi, you can do whatever you want..."

The little tiger immediately came down and stared at him fiercely, barely grinning.

"I need an explanation!"

Her expression is quite serious: "How many things are you two bastards hiding from me?"

Biqigu coughed: "Then I will explain it to you."

The girl immediately covered her ears again and yelled: "I won't listen, I won't listen..."

………………

"Then, Oni sauce..."

When he was about to go to bed, Komachi glanced at Dahe who was already wearing pajamas troubledly: "Then, shall we sleep?"

The high school student who was still sitting on the sofa seemed to smile, "If you feel uncomfortable sleeping together, come and sleep with me."

The girl's eyes lit up, and she just wanted to nod her head and say okay, okay, she loves sleeping with O'Neill most.

However, Dahe pulled her into the bedroom with a cold face.

Biqigu watched them enter, turned his head to read the news, his face gradually softened.

He knew that Kotaro Katsura must have gained a lot today. This gain is not only about money, but also some information.

Don't underestimate the man who likes women's clothing with long hair fluttering. As the leader of the barbarian force, how could he not have any means?

Among the three, Aisaka Dahe is good at close combat, with extremely sharp swordsmanship, Biqigu acts as the brain, and has one unique skill-the fastest running.

In addition to women's clothing and role playing, Katsura is also good at making bombs and taking out bombs anytime, anywhere.

What is the purpose of role playing?

Pretending to be a beggar, a monk, a ronin, a nurse...I once played a zombie, most of the time to obtain information, in this respect, Yahata and Dahe are far inferior.

So what they are doing today is not just for money.

"But it doesn't have much to do with me. As for whether this country needs salvation, I am not only not qualified to speak, but I have no interest at all."

Turn off the TV, get up and go to his room, pick up a book casually, and sit on the bed.

He didn't read a book, instead he kept staring at his cell phone.

Are you expecting Xiao Liumei to call you?

Or are you looking forward to a short message from Xiaoliumei?

...Do you still want your wife to call you and ask you out?

"Speaking of which I haven't played with a wife..."

——Actually, he has never played anyone.

He took out the pen and slowly wrote the name "Tsurumi Rumi" in his notebook. According to his instinct, the two would probably meet again.

In the dream, Kotaro Katsura did not come today.

"Then the guy shouldn't be asleep yet, maybe he's busy rebelling... Well, wigs are also hard."

On the streets of Edo, at the entrance of a bright and splendid nightclub, a straight black woman in a pink kimono attracts guests with a sneer...

"Allah, Hachiman-kun."

Hatsune Miku, who was still sitting there with some paintings, greeted him vigorously. The lady onion with double ponytails showed herself a cute cat ear headset, and she was listening to music while drawing, with a little head. A little bit, sometimes even a few hum.

Biqigu walked up to her, looked down, and quickly covered his eyes.