My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

Biqigu looked around in a panic, because the girl in front of her suddenly unbuttoned the first button of her coat for some reason, and then unbuttoned another...

Then, another one was unlocked—wait, what is this guy doing?

The little secret that the student council president has to say in the health room?

Woo-so good!

She's still taking off...

What the hell is this guy going to do?

Don't say you really want to take it off!

I am troubled by the author!

Do you want to start again?

Is this bad?Think about it, the two main palaces have never been in Lifan. Doesn't it mean that they are overwhelming?

what?I'm afraid of river crabs?

joke……

I just do it from my heart.

Blindfish's eyes widened with interest, and then squinted lazily, thinking that this guy would not be really that bold, he would never believe that he would be pushed back.

That's not scientific, let alone magic!

Isshiki twisted his body slightly in order to take off his jacket, and at the same time, he groaned softly as if he was enduring something. After taking off his jacket, he slowly reached into the pink cardigan. Feel around the chest of the shirt.

Hey……

Do you want to come for real baby?

Sticky tape?

"Ok……"

While making a weak and contemplative sound, he fumbled under his shirt. With the movements of his little hands, the collar was gradually opened, and the collarbone in it also appeared from time to time.

Biqigu glanced slightly, his illness was not healed, and his nutrition could not keep up. Thank you.

"Cracking..."

Ah, how should I put it, although my eyes are not looking, but the rubbing of clothes and the delicate breath are more and more authentically transmitted into the ears, and his uncontrolled thinking is crazy like taking medicine, and it is even worse. Up.

"Although I don't know what you are going to do, go there and get it over there."

The innocent boy waved his hand vigorously than Qigu, trying to keep away from him, but at this time Yishi let out a sigh of relief: "Ah, I found it!"

She didn't know from which part she took out a few small pieces of paper and handed them to him.

Two people's fingers touched together.

Isshiki's hands are small and slender, and they look delicious, and now they have the incredible softness that is unique to girls.

These few pieces of paper still have residual temperature...

Okay, can you smell it?

Blindfish's eyes swept slightly, and looked down roughly, and found that each sheet was printed with a name that seemed to have been seen somewhere. The word "receipt" was written on the top of these papers, and below were some bowling alleys or coffee shops. first name.

Could these receipts be...

He raised his head abruptly, his eyes matching the smiling little fox.

Did you see it, senior?

You see it.

Do you already know what to do?

"What do you mean?"

"I want to be greeted by Hiratsuka teacher with an iron fist for embezzling student union funds to go outside and have fun!"

In front of such a smirk, Bachan covered her heart in pain.

"So, seniors, accounting matters..."

The clear and charming voice repeated what had just been said.

Yi Huishu is suggesting that Biqigu and her are accomplices in embezzling funds.

But obviously he paid for it himself, how could this little bastard have the face to do this kind of thing?

It's just that, for this kind of thing, the receipt is in her hands, and she can't do anything about it.

Who made Xiao Caiyu both a school girl and a student council president?

This sinister society...

………………

Cold wind!

In the dim evening, in the countercurrent wind, the boy desperately pedaled his pedals, and the bicycle groaned, crunching and making noises.

Because of illness and lack of physical strength, the strength of pedaling the bicycle makes the person in the back seat not feel that he is moving forward.

"Hey--"

The strong cold wind in winter seemed to want to blow this bicycle into the sky, whizzing to the ground, mixed with the screams of gods, falling from the thick dark clouds that covered the sky.

"The trial for life, the mutual deception of life, the betrayal of life, the resolution of life, the defense of life, the trust of life, the life of..."

In the cold and dry wind, plastic bags and empty cans flew around.

"Is it the'school-level referee who bet on his life'?"

"Anything, by the way, I like the fog cut ring, very appetite."

"Tsk, I think the Ten Gods are much more handsome."

Black spots sprang up on the asphalt road, increasing one by one.

"It's raining..."