My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

In the hair tress on the chest, the black rose corsage is looming, and the opposite is the pearl on the dress. Under the light, it forms a dazzling light source with the snow under the sun.

Miss Yang Nai raised the skirt and saluted the audience dignifiedly.

In his hand, he took the baton.

"Pay attention to her technique, it's obviously a gesture of masturbation stick."

"..."

Then, masturbation baton... the baton swung sharply like a western sword.

Correspondingly, the melody sounded.

The brass instruments hit the clumps of air, the vibrating stringed instruments screamed that can cut people's nerves, and the sound of percussion "dongdongdongdong" came like a storm.

Flute, piccolo, oboe, bassoon.

Trumpet, trombone, timpani, double bass.

——Gorgeous music is full of momentum, demonstrated with fierce movements that completely break the rules.

The audience was astonished as if they had been punched in the face.

"...Your sister is such an unrestrained woman."

Behind the stage, Biqigu said to Xuexia: "I thought she was at most the kind of ocean horse that can grow strawberries on men, but now I discovered that she is actually the same type as the cupping man in the bathhouse-she It’s a large genetically modified strawberry."

The rhythm and melody that made the body boiled up, and people couldn't help but leaned in to listen, and inadvertently began to beat their knees.

"What tune is this?"

Xuexia had a complicated look in his eyes, and he muttered, "Probably...Beetle?"

"...How old is your sister?"

Miss Yang Nai inadvertently raised her hand high and waved left and right sharply.

So the heavy and gorgeous bass was stuffed into his ears, making the teenager cover his ears: "So, these are all noise categories to me, and music is the ups and downs of sound waves. Look at those guys but they seem to hear something from it. Feeling the same..."

"Don't talk if you don't understand."

Yukinoshita stared at her sister, retorting his words casually.

As soon as she finished her voice, Biqigu was held in her arms from behind, and the familiar aura continued from her neck to her earlobes.

"No one here, and the people below can't see us."

Yukino struggled a bit and finally gave up resistance, letting those arms wrap around her waist.

"Under the snow."

"Ok?"

The indifferent voice was mixed with dissatisfaction: "Do you think we look like tauren now? I hold you behind, but your sister is the only one in your eyes?"

This person...is inexplicably jealous again.

"So, where do you show me now?"

"Look at me."

"Sorry, I don't have eyes on the back of my head."

Xue Nao sighed lightly, and at the same time, her sister leaned back halfway again.

The full curve made her frown.

"No need to feel inferior."

The man was comforting her again inexplicably-the problem was that she had never inferiority herself: "I don't care."

Biqigu's voice became sad again: "It's just that the child's breastfeeding problem will be a trouble in the future."

"--what did you say?"

"But there are dumplings, don't worry too much..."

No, she is so worried now!

Are you really ready to bother, man?

The singing of the symphony orchestra still did not stop, and walked into the final part.

"...What."

Yukino made a small voice.

"what did you say?"

The boy's face buried in her black hair lifted up: "What did you just say?"

"I just said that I really deserve to be my sister, and I want to be that way."

"Xuexia Xuena is perfect now, so I can't leave."

Not only the body scent, the slight fragrance, and the scent of her breath, Biqigu dismissed the thought of preaching, but couldn't help licking the small crystal earlobe.

"Well……"

The dazzling stage lights could not reach them.

He smelled the fragrance of Xuexia, felt her softness, felt her trembling, closed his eyes contentedly, and took a deep breath of contentment.

"Under the snow."

The girl trembled and her voice trembled: "Huh, huh?"

"I want you."

The trembling body froze suddenly, and he spoke incoherently against it: "Mr. Biqigu, now...no, here... will be discovered."

"..."

"No! I mean, I refuse!"

"Rejection is invalid!"

Mr. Biqigu’s expression is extremely subtle: "I just said what made you me, I am talking about marriage-what are you talking about? What will be discovered?"