My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

"Um... small business..."

There was a dreamy murmur in the ear, the boy turned to the other side, and what caught his eye was the lovely sleeping face in the morning light.

On the pink face, even in his sleep, he still smiled peacefully, as if he was doing a good dream.

The side of the body, because of the wide night skirt, showed a large white greasy spring light, two small hands were placed on his right arm, and his head was also resting on his shoulder.

The shallow breath tickled his neck, Yui was so cute that he was a bit foul.

The loose pink short hair is a bit less lively and more sweet than her usual dumpling head.

Biqigu moved his body slightly, and found that the girl's lips were a little more attractive at this time in the morning, so he unceremoniously pressed Miss Tuanzi's lips.

"Um... uh~"

The girl who woke up only felt that the familiar warmth enveloped herself, pressing people on her body, and the indifferent smell from his hair made her know who it was without opening her eyes.

"Small, small business..."

The vague voice is even more vague because there is something in the mouth...

I'm talking about the tongue!

A tongue!

Really-you are so dirty!

Ten minutes later, Yuihama Yui's eyes panted heavily, seeming to be kissed weakly and lack of oxygen.

She smashed her mouth and whispered: "Too hard, idiot... the tongue hurts..."

The boy let go of his hands rubbing and rubbing on the two meat balls, and asked with concern: "Does it hurt?"

and many more!

Joe bean sacks!

Where do you keep your hands, my friend?

……Biqigu, who was in close contact with milk for the first time, seemed to be addicted.

Brother!Remember your identity!

Poor milk party!

No matter how wonderful the breasts are, there are only a few sayings that come and go, nothing more than "big waves", "turbulent", "DuangDuang" and the like. Compared with them, the professional term for poor breasts is more elegant and elegant. There are many and various angles.

The state of noness, the environmental protection model, and the unarmed zone-these are the less obvious second terms.

Step forward, divide autumn colors, Great Northern Wilderness-simple and artistic conception, this is the term of literature and art.

Budget cuts, iPads, gender fraud-how many bends do these need to make, don’t you know?

The cliffs, the reversible back, the origin of the altitude level, and...Silent Hill—Let’s see, in order to praise our lovely and beautiful Miss Yukoshita, Biqigu worked a lot to come up with these.

(A ghost in Silent Hill!)

Biqigu, who had been addicted to mouth and hands, pulled the dumplings that wanted to sleep in from the bed: "Come on, bid farewell to my dear quilt sauce..."

"Woo..."

Yui tugged on the quilt, not wanting to get up.

"Sleepy~~"

"Don't sleep in!"

The boy bent down, put his right hand through the girl's leg, picked her up in the form of a princess, and prepared to go to the bathroom...

"Patter!"

The paper door was pushed open from the outside, and the long-haired man who was preparing to go out for morning exercises early in the morning, watching the posture of the two of them also preparing for "morning exercises", in the gloomy eyes of the dead fish, he closed the door: "Sorry, You guys continue."

[Picture: The sky is dry and the thing is dry] Link: http://novel-cdn.kuangxiangit.com/uploads/chapterimgs/13844170419/091419-46134.jpg

"..."

"boom!"

Something fell from the wooden floor...

Almost scared than Qigu urine-you damn!Is that a grenade?

"Well, the salted egg dropped..."

The wig picked up the grenade calmly.

Tuanzi looked at the closed paper door weirdly, and didn't feel at all ashamed of being held by a boy like this, or she didn't notice at all. Her peculiar mind paid attention to some strange things: " The one that fell on the ground just now...what is it? Salted egg? Why doesn't it look like it at all, and that one is much bigger than salted egg, right?"

Blind Fisheye turned around indifferently and hugged her and walked towards the bathroom: "A variant of the salted egg, jumping ~ the egg-the reason why it is so big is probably for the wood seat..."

…………

On the third day, the place to stay is Arashiyama, Kyoto’s premier scenic spot.

When I think of today's free activities, everyone feels very relaxed.

By the way, because he has not eaten breakfast so far, Mr. Qigu has a stomachache all over his body.

Ah, easily starved to death!

Because Yui insisted on going out to eat, Katsura Kotaro who had come to collect the "hatchet evidence" early in the morning sighed regretfully and shrugged helplessly.

"I always feel that the wig is pitting me."

The young man walking on the street was being pulled by the dumplings, muttering that something was wrong.

"Hurry up, Xiaoxue is waiting for us!"

The white building like a coffee shop comes into view.

"Ah, it seems to be that."

"what?"

"What's the name of the place where you eat breakfast?"

"Fortunately, it is not called Ye Laixiang..."