My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

"Well, she is the daughter of you and Xuexia..."

Mr. Qigu was better than he fell.

Nagato explained in a voice that was calmer than usual.

"--I'm just kidding."

"It is not funny!"

Yawata followed the kid into the small garden and found that there were already a lot of people here, but most of them were elderly people who had retired.

The old people were doing stretching exercises and they all smiled kindly when they saw Liumei who came in: "Ah, our little Liumei got up so early today. I saw you waiting at the gate an hour ago..."

The shameful girl turned her head silently, and the meaning in her eyes was roughly "I'm definitely not waiting for you, I'm just counting the ants there"...

"cough……"

Yawata dealt with the interrogation of several elderly people a little, and followed the little girl briskly: "Huh? Didn't you run away?"

Liumei stopped in a clearing. She pointed to some of the equipment specially designed for people to exercise. The blush on her face had not completely faded: "I want to exercise here for an hour."

Biqigu looked at her white and tender fingers, and his eyebrows stood up suddenly: "Parallel bars? Or such high parallel bars?"

"Stupid..."

She was referring to a simple swing hanging on two horizontal bars...

Swing?

You are a ghost!

The boy's face is rather bad: "Do you usually exercise this? How do you exercise? Practice the roughness of the butt?"

The little girl was so frightened by his face, she was a little bit squeezed: "Usually...I always run."

He added smallly: "This swing...I made it."

Hachiman's eyebrows flattened instantly, and he probably understood what the kid meant.

This swing should be her proud work.

It's similar to showing off the one-hundred-point test paper to your parents-wait, this kid seems to have a pretty high initial favor?

"So... what should I do?"

He walked up to the parallel bars and bounced on the spot a few times. He felt that it was fairly easy. As soon as he tried to sit on it, he looked at the kid from a high level, and the corners of his lips were proudly provoked: "You have the ability to come up too..."

Tsurumi Liumi hadn't heard this stupid thing at all, and just sat on the swing, just as the princess ordered.

"Help me push..."

[Picture: Really similar to Xuexia] Link: http://novel-cdn.kuangxiangit.com/uploads/chapterimgs/13844170223/093618-44720.jpg

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I'm considering whether to add something more, after all, it's the end of the month.

This is not about asking for a ticket and asking for a reward. I am a Qingliu after all!

Of course, if you feel uncomfortable, you can give a little bit, right... I don't mind the blade or anything.

Chapter Eighteen Information Integration is to like to tell the truth (plus one more, 0 one second)

Add it today, your monthly pass, I just noticed that I was in tenth place!

Do you have a monthly pass?

Ask for a monthly pass!!

I enclose the words of Dameng God in the protagonist's mind with [], and use () for famous quotes and comments.

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Push?

Tuina?

Push oil?

Add to the flames?

[Blue thin shiitake mushrooms...]

Youxi, don't engage in solitaire, please read the book silently. Thank you!

In the summer morning, behind the simple swing in the garden, the blind-eyed teenager looked at the girl sitting on the swing silently, wondering how old are you still playing this kind of thing?

They are all 12-year-old sixth graders. Next year, they will be promoted to junior high school. They are getting closer and closer to the most perverted group of people in Japan (high school students), so let's be a little mature!

Biqigu stretched out his hand and pushed on the rope of the swing, and found that he couldn't use his strength, and said angrily, "How to push?"

The little girl looked back at her head portrait and looked at him idiotly. The corners of her lips that she usually likes to pursed is the kind of habitual ironic smile: "Nonsense, of course it's a push..."

"Fuck!"

He was always the only one to irritate the boss wet today was so angry that a little devil could not speak, he could only smile coldly.

Then stretched out his hands and placed them on the little girl's tender shoulders...

The kid shook his whole body, stammering a few words: "...name?"

The young man felt the warmth of his hands, especially under the thin white skirt veil. You could see the delicate whiteness near the little guy's neck, slightly lost: "What's the name?"

Liu Mei turned her head and showed an unhappy expression, and asked again in that high-pitched tone: "I was asking your name... Generally speaking, you can understand it just like that."

No, I don’t understand at all, I answered Sanye, OK?

This kid is inexplicably beaten!

His eyes fell on this Tsundere Bingshan's hair, and he felt that her hair style did not match the white dress.

If the white dress is paired with a braided hairstyle on the side, and the white flower headband, there will be a sweet and cute princess. Although her black long straight is still very cute, there is always a kind of contradiction. Arrogant...

Oh shit!I'm just fucking good with this bite...

"Alas……"

Liumei was uncomfortable with his somewhat scorching eyes, and quickly looked away.